<?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-6670792976909781692</id><updated>2012-02-04T05:57:06.702-07:00</updated><category term='frank'/><category term='autoconocimiento'/><category term='sueño'/><category term='gaviotas'/><category term='before'/><category term='sad'/><category term='ya pasó'/><category term='tiempo'/><category term='Pta la wea..'/><category term='antes'/><category term='sí...ella.'/><category term='sovreuc'/><category term='no molestar'/><category term='droga'/><category term='mundo'/><category term='no le falta...da igual.'/><category term='Maviri'/><category term='miel'/><category term='después'/><category term='end'/><category term='you'/><category term='raro'/><category term='¿quién escribió esto?'/><category term='vete'/><category term='uno dos tres'/><category term='palabras'/><category term='Oso'/><category term='boceto'/><category term='año nuevo'/><category term='confusa'/><category term='decepción'/><category term='azul'/><category term='amargo'/><category term='cigarro'/><category term='correr'/><category term='miedo'/><category term='perdición'/><category term='Y'/><category term='te amo'/><category term='risa'/><category term='doors'/><category term='quien soy'/><category term='confuso'/><category term='afraid'/><category term='otro escrito viejo'/><category term='caída'/><category term='hola'/><category term='ya.'/><category term='celos'/><category term='romina'/><category term='sibilia'/><category term='intro'/><category term='Jamás te olvidaré...'/><category term='Él es tan lindo'/><category term='estrella'/><category term='limones'/><category term='sin sentido'/><category term='dream'/><category term='Viejo'/><category term='disfruta'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='reflexion'/><category term='muere'/><category term='sol'/><category term='para él'/><category term='cambios'/><category term='Escrito viejo'/><category term='habla'/><category term='noche'/><category term='odio'/><category term='deseo'/><category term='Wio it okgna'/><category term='fantasma'/><category term='churro'/><category term='the cure'/><category term='ilusion'/><category term='comida'/><category term='desespero'/><category term='soledad'/><category term='enfado'/><category term='muerte'/><category term='sonrisas'/><category term='mamá'/><category term='animo'/><category term='Dale vaso'/><category term='Pipe'/><category term='Falta'/><category term='débil'/><category term='All your fucking life'/><category term='gris'/><category term='olvido'/><category term='songs'/><category term='nada'/><category term='autoayuda'/><category term='Es una realidad'/><category term='mundos'/><category term='Liar'/><category term='adios'/><category term='Estoy contigo.'/><category term='ayer'/><category term='desamor'/><category term='Papá'/><category term='old old'/><category term='ardillas'/><category term='música'/><category term='roma'/><category term='ni idea'/><category term='silencio'/><category term='volar'/><category term='dolor'/><category term='vodka'/><category term='¿mi pastel?'/><category term='adiós'/><category term='envidia'/><category term='vida'/><category term='¿Quién soy?'/><category term='Día internacional de la mujer'/><category term='vive'/><category term='gustavo cerati'/><category term='morrison'/><category term='felicidad'/><category term='calor'/><category term='justicia'/><category term='indiferencia'/><category term='triste'/><category term='fin'/><category term='musica'/><category term='familia'/><category term='Entonces'/><category term='egoista'/><category term='mis sueños'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='old'/><category term='libertad'/><category term='árbol'/><category term='videos'/><category term='padres'/><category term='Fantasías y más fantasías'/><category term='amor'/><category term='hermana'/><category term='mi mundo'/><category term='Canciones.'/><category term='Tool'/><category term='drums'/><category term='dead'/><category term='coraje'/><category term='historia'/><category term='placer'/><category term='preguntas'/><category term='Para ella'/><category term='beida'/><category term='alma'/><category term='luna'/><category term='sueños'/><category term='viejo muy viejo'/><category term='futuro'/><category term='Rest in peace'/><category term='Para tú amigo x)'/><title type='text'>Dulces relatos...</title><subtitle type='html'>Y mis días comenzaban a tomar un color grisáceo. La lluvia caía y yo sentada frente a mi ventana, disfrutaba del olor tan dulce que percibía desde ahi. Ese olor a tierra mojada para ser más precisos. Observaba a los pequeños pájaros ocultándose y esperando a que esta lluvia desapareciera. Al ver tal escena, tomé un lápiz, un viejo cuaderno y empecé a escribir. He aquí mi vida. He aquí mi historia. He aquí mis dulces relatos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>313</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6482404688474152454</id><published>2011-11-24T23:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T23:08:10.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black hole</title><content type='html'>Mil salidas, mil rincones, mil puertas y aún así, temes dar ese paso de más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-6482404688474152454?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6482404688474152454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6482404688474152454' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6482404688474152454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6482404688474152454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/11/black-hole.html' title='Black hole'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8092934707097434701</id><published>2011-09-18T22:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:29:27.915-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Y recordar pues, que aún somos jóvenes.&lt;br /&gt;Sigamos esperando aquello que nos toca y nos va a tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-8092934707097434701?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8092934707097434701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8092934707097434701' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8092934707097434701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8092934707097434701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/09/espera.html' title='Espera'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2109913391511226964</id><published>2011-07-23T19:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T19:23:00.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Río</title><content type='html'>Y la lluvia salada corre por mis mejillas, nublando mi vista una vez más. Deseos y expectativas atacadas desde lejos, donde aquel gélido viento logró penetrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-2109913391511226964?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2109913391511226964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2109913391511226964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2109913391511226964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2109913391511226964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/07/rio.html' title='Río'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5342940877410391065</id><published>2011-07-22T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:17:11.188-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonios</title><content type='html'>Cuando la noche caiga sobre mis hombros, simplemente haré como que no escucho a los demonios que habitan aquí, en mi mente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5342940877410391065?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5342940877410391065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5342940877410391065' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5342940877410391065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5342940877410391065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/07/demonios.html' title='Demonios'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1189391957258963074</id><published>2011-06-26T19:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:35:05.986-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'>The Cribs - We share the same skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1DbcAl3EbIs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1189391957258963074?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1189391957258963074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1189391957258963074' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1189391957258963074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1189391957258963074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/06/cribs-we-share-same-skies.html' title='The Cribs - We share the same skies'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/1DbcAl3EbIs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5100615218532545934</id><published>2011-06-26T19:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T19:30:58.242-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Aquellos días</title><content type='html'>Recuerdo muy bien aquellos días en que mis únicas preocupaciones eran ahorrar dinero para comprar dulces y así, ser feliz. Qué bonito es crecer, ¿sabes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5100615218532545934?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5100615218532545934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5100615218532545934' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5100615218532545934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5100615218532545934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/06/aquellos-dias.html' title='Aquellos días'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4261481072852762394</id><published>2011-05-14T11:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T11:28:09.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias a Dios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Mis blasfemias no son aptas para personas sensibles como tú, gracias a Dios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-4261481072852762394?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4261481072852762394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4261481072852762394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4261481072852762394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4261481072852762394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/05/gracias-dios.html' title='Gracias a Dios'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5243240826206762537</id><published>2011-05-13T10:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T10:51:07.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miedo'/><title type='text'>¿Dónde estabas anoche?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;¿Dónde estabas anoche? Yo solía soñar mientras la ciudad se quedaba tranquila con el dulce sonido de la noche. Donde sólo la luna iluminaba las calles solitarias, donde los maullidos arrullaban tus noches de desvelo. Aquellos días en que caminabas por las calles a altas horas de la noche sin miedo a ser aprehendido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Aquí sólo llueven balas, sólo el eco se hace distinguir a nuestro alrededor. ¿Dónde estabas anoche? &lt;i&gt;Somos un pueblo roto que vive bajo pistolas cargadas.&lt;/i&gt; Y por más que trato de despertar pensando que sólo es una pesadilla, no puedo. Me inunda la triste realidad en la que vivimos, en la que estamos condenados, en la que hemos dejado crecer y crecer.  A tal punto que ahora, es incontrolable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;¿Dónde estabas anoche? Espero que hayas estado en casa, sólo así sabré que estás bien. Mientras afuera se tiñen las calles de rojo, tú quédate quieto y espera a que todo termine. Y si eso llega a suceder, has logrado despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5243240826206762537?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5243240826206762537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5243240826206762537' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5243240826206762537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5243240826206762537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/05/donde-estabas-anoche.html' title='¿Dónde estabas anoche?'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7645363579810912743</id><published>2011-04-27T14:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T15:02:34.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Día mundial del diseño.</title><content type='html'>Hoy es un día que celebran los diseñadores, ¿acaso tu eres uno?&lt;div&gt;Felicidades si has respondido sí a la pregunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-7645363579810912743?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7645363579810912743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7645363579810912743' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7645363579810912743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7645363579810912743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/04/dia-mundial-del-diseno.html' title='Día mundial del diseño.'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-432602296043643056</id><published>2011-03-25T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:34:26.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin sentido'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><title type='text'>Luces y sombras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hay veces que cuando cierro mis ojos veo demasiadas figuras con colores muy radiantes, luminosos. ¿Te ha pasado alguna vez? Es tan raro porque tengo mis ojos cerrados, debería ver sólo negro o colores oscuros. Entre tantas luces, distingo sombras amorfas bailando lentamente. Todo es tan desenfocado y confuso. Me gusta tener mis ojos cerrados mientras escucho música, siento como mis ojos tratan de seguir a todas esas luces y sombras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;A veces siento que mantener los ojos de esta manera, hace que me pierda lo que hay a mí alrededor. Prefiero tener mis ojos bien abiertos, observar cada detalle del mundo, los colores, los movimientos. Todo más puro, más real. No quiero perderme de nada, todavía falta mucho por ver/conocer. Si alguna vez mis ojos se cierran para siempre, quisiera que todas esas imágenes sean eternas.&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/6670792976909781692-432602296043643056?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/432602296043643056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=432602296043643056' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/432602296043643056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/432602296043643056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/03/luces-y-sombras.html' title='Luces y sombras'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8222347372689108142</id><published>2011-03-25T21:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T21:13:25.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>De y ese</title><content type='html'>Y cuando pienso, te pienso también.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-8222347372689108142?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8222347372689108142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8222347372689108142' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8222347372689108142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8222347372689108142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/03/de-y-ese.html' title='De y ese'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-267810305167532524</id><published>2011-03-10T01:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T01:34:41.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Nite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y si sueño, que sea contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y si despierto, que sea a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-267810305167532524?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/267810305167532524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=267810305167532524' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/267810305167532524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/267810305167532524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/03/nite.html' title='Nite'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-131220693743590932</id><published>2011-03-07T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:35:32.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasías y más fantasías'/><title type='text'>Hola ola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Verás, es que contigo pierdo cualquier pizca de pudor que pueda haber en mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Si me provocas, te provoco. Si me tocas, te toco. Si gimes, gemiré contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Sí, juntos viajamos más allá de las nubes que cobijan nuestra piel empapada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tal viaje turbulento, frenético. Lleno de suspiros y respiración agitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-131220693743590932?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/131220693743590932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=131220693743590932' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/131220693743590932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/131220693743590932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/03/hola-ola.html' title='Hola ola'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-216848649446407482</id><published>2011-02-21T19:26:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T19:30:20.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hola'/><title type='text'>Voy y vengo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Decidí volver a este espacio, creo que no aguanté mucho lejos de aquí. A veces me considero nómada, me gusta estar aquí y allá. Pero algo que siempre hago es volver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hoy, he vuelto. Bienvenidas sean todas esas palabras que enloquecen por salir de mis dedos a mi blog.&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/6670792976909781692-216848649446407482?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/216848649446407482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=216848649446407482' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/216848649446407482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/216848649446407482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/02/voy-y-vengo.html' title='Voy y vengo'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2901081280141102962</id><published>2011-01-15T01:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T01:23:36.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Observa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Hoy, observé de lejos las estrellas. ¡Cuánta inmensidad hay allá! Me sorprende ver tanta belleza sobre mí. En la luna pude distinguir nuestros cuerpos puros y llenos de felicidad. Nuestros rostros lucían radiantes y nítidos. Imagen tan lejana y tan cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Esa noche, desperté contigo a mí lado. Acaricié tu mejilla, tan fría y suave. Me quedé contemplando tu belleza mientras tu permanecías ahí estático, dormido sobre nubes blancas como algodón. Besé tus labios y en el suspiro me sumergí. Y en ese suspiro de amor, permanezco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Te veo y te siento, tanto como a nadie. Tanto como nadie te podrá sentir, amor.&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/6670792976909781692-2901081280141102962?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2901081280141102962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2901081280141102962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2901081280141102962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2901081280141102962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2011/01/observa.html' title='Observa'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7218687897727998778</id><published>2010-12-11T00:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T00:23:17.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Glücklich</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Extraño la sensación de tus labios sobre los míos. La fría noche cae sobre mí, haciéndome recordar tus caricias en todo mi cuerpo. No logro comprender cómo es que de repente todo mi cielo se despejó, ofreciéndome una vista panorámica totalmente nítida de lo que en este momento me hace sentir feliz y llena. Sí, es así la forma en que todas aquellas vagas ideas que tenía sobre el amor se fueron desvaneciendo. Se desvanecieron justo en el momento en que mis ojos encontraron los tuyos. Somos la combinación perfecta. Nuestras voces, nuestras risas, nuestros besos, nuestro sudor, vapor, todo eso y más. Hacemos una mezcla claramente viva de lo que algunos no saben. Ardemos juntos, nos evaporamos juntos, nos consumimos. Es así como me siento. ¿Qué me has hecho? Claro, hemos caído en brazos del amor. Y, ¿qué crees? aquí me quiero quedar junto a ti mucho, mucho tiempo más.&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/6670792976909781692-7218687897727998778?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7218687897727998778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7218687897727998778' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7218687897727998778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7218687897727998778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/12/glucklich.html' title='Glücklich'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5422498426801732290</id><published>2010-12-10T15:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T15:33:02.015-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Vibración</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Algo cambió en mí desde el momento en que tu llegaste. Y, este cambio me gusta, debo admitirlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5422498426801732290?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5422498426801732290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5422498426801732290' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5422498426801732290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5422498426801732290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/12/vibracion.html' title='Vibración'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7917279092894095830</id><published>2010-12-04T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T20:49:10.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adiós'/><title type='text'>Sótano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y no, no era un fantasma aquello que no me dejaba dormir. Era tu horrible respiración agitada encerrada en el sótano del ayer.&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/6670792976909781692-7917279092894095830?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7917279092894095830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7917279092894095830' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7917279092894095830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7917279092894095830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/12/sotano.html' title='Sótano'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6689417778289761528</id><published>2010-11-24T00:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T00:12:02.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><title type='text'>Piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Una vez más,  sentada junto a la ventana, contemplando los recuerdos de aquellos días de invierno. El piano ya comenzó a tocar su triste melodía, haciendo mi momento más melancólico. Te recuerdo, es un recuerdo algo agridulce. Quisiera, sólo quisiera que cuando tú me recuerdes (si es que lo haces), lo hagas con el deseo de sonreír, así como yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Luna, dile que no se deje caer, por favor.&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/6670792976909781692-6689417778289761528?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6689417778289761528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6689417778289761528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6689417778289761528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6689417778289761528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/11/piano.html' title='Piano'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1904621806077298061</id><published>2010-11-18T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T15:16:33.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>¿Escuchas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;¿Escuchas? Es mi corazón gritando tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1904621806077298061?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1904621806077298061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1904621806077298061' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1904621806077298061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1904621806077298061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/11/escuchas.html' title='¿Escuchas?'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8947615215794724863</id><published>2010-11-15T10:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:53:15.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para él'/><title type='text'>Sagitario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;En el momento, en ese preciso momento cuando logres entender algo más que tus propias palabras, ese momento será cuando por fin lograrás entender-me. En ese divino momento, te darás cuenta que aquello que creíste tener o que creíste que ibas a tener, lo tienes pero, en otro panorama. Lo que tu esperabas no lo es y eso no significa que no lo pudo ser. Cuando abras tus ojos y trates de comprender-me, será cuando una sonrisa se dibujará de nuevo en tu rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sagitario, yo sé que tienes algo más puro dentro de ti. Esa negatividad conviértela en optimismo líquido el cual puedas beber con miel. Fuma todo lo que quieras sí quieres pero, por favor, fuma hierbas de felicidad.&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/6670792976909781692-8947615215794724863?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8947615215794724863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8947615215794724863' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8947615215794724863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8947615215794724863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/11/sagitario.html' title='Sagitario'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3727652717855591239</id><published>2010-10-30T03:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T04:04:47.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para él'/><title type='text'>Infinite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Últimamente, mis días han sido muy buenos. Es decir, creo que por primera vez en mi vida, he tomado las situaciones que se han presentado en estas últimas semanas, con mucha calma. La verdad, es algo que me sorprende demasiado, no es que sea algo malo, ni siquiera sé si es algo bueno también, como sea. Comencé a darme cuenta de muchas cosas de las cuales yo ignoraba de mí. No sabía que podía ser tan buena recordando momentos con una sonrisa en mi rostro. Aunque suene muy estúpido, antes no era capaz de hacer eso, si recordaba algo mi reacción era ponerme triste, enojarme, llorar o simplemente no recordaba por no querer sentir todo lo anterior. Ahora, recuerdo todo con más claridad y con un toque de optimismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Te pienso mucho, ¿sabes? Sí, creas o no, yo estoy contigo incluso cuando sé que tú no estás aquí para mí. Pero, ese pensamiento no me pone triste, no lo sé. Es otra de las cosas que no sabía de mí. Compartí contigo tantas cosas, tantas sonrisas, tantas lágrimas y demás que, me siento infinitamente agradecida contigo de haberme ayudado a sonreír de nuevo. Jamás imaginé que esto pasaría, ¿quién se hubiera imaginado? En fin, "las cosas pasan por alguna razón", ¿cuál razón? No tengo idea. Lo único que sé es que, esto no es un final, no es un adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Querido amigo, ya no sé esperar, ya no sé qué pensar. A veces, sólo prefiero no pensar nada y sólo esperar, aún no sé qué pero, sólo esperar. El tiempo es mi enemigo y prefiero ser más fuerte. ¿Ves? Ahora soy más paciente, por fin. Sé que algún día no muy lejano o muy lejano, nos volvamos a encontrar. Y que cuando ese encuentro llegue, nos veamos, nos miremos y nos digamos: Aún te quiero, amigo. Porque aunque haya tensión, te sigo considerando un amigo, un amigo especial al que no he perdido, al que no quiero perder. ¿Sabes algo? Realmente he crecido como persona, espero que tú también. Espero que seas capaz de mirar el pasado como una hermosa imagen de lo que te hacía sonreír (o te hace sonreír). Un pasado muy bonito que me gusta abrazar, aunque por ahí dicen que no abraces el pasado, éste sí merece abrazarse.&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/6670792976909781692-3727652717855591239?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3727652717855591239/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3727652717855591239' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3727652717855591239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3727652717855591239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/infinite.html' title='Infinite'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4162672289924381788</id><published>2010-10-22T02:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T02:51:54.805-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Trece días</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trece días y me enamoré. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trece días y sigo enamorada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trece días y aún no lo puedo creer.&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/6670792976909781692-4162672289924381788?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4162672289924381788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4162672289924381788' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4162672289924381788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4162672289924381788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/trece-dias.html' title='Trece días'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-534190561991195772</id><published>2010-10-10T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:08:17.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasías y más fantasías'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Scent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Y yo deseo ser la dueña del perfume de tu ser. Tener a mi disposición un incienso con tu esencia. Ahogarme en el humo puro de tu olor. Cometer un pecado pensando en tu figura, en tu aroma, en tu voz, en ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deseo ser la dueña de la cobija con la textura de tu piel, de poder tocarla mientras en la noche la soledad y el desespero me intoxique. Tener de música de fondo el sonido de tus gemidos de aquella noche fría y gris, donde nuestros suspiros, nuestros cuerpos desnudos y las miradas, fueron los protagonistas.&lt;/div&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/6670792976909781692-534190561991195772?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/534190561991195772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=534190561991195772' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/534190561991195772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/534190561991195772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/scent.html' title='Scent'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1741051858205696817</id><published>2010-10-10T08:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:49:54.188-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estoy contigo.'/><title type='text'>Nites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(116, 197, 224); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;El silencio de la noche suena mejor si estoy a tu lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1741051858205696817?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1741051858205696817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1741051858205696817' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1741051858205696817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1741051858205696817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/nites.html' title='Nites'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4545111566181782819</id><published>2010-10-09T17:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:52:28.258-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silencio'/><title type='text'>A escondernos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; color: rgb(139, 141, 133); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y todas esas palabras se esconden en el silencio. Y todas esas miradas se esconden en la oscuridad.&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/6670792976909781692-4545111566181782819?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4545111566181782819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4545111566181782819' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4545111566181782819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4545111566181782819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/escondernos.html' title='A escondernos'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8628123862754993298</id><published>2010-10-06T21:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:17:29.550-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Un shot de felicidad para ti y para mí.&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/6670792976909781692-8628123862754993298?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8628123862754993298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8628123862754993298' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8628123862754993298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8628123862754993298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/shot.html' title='Shot'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4703952144258935204</id><published>2010-10-04T13:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:45:02.032-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Make love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y así de la nada apareciste y disolviste ese miedo en un vaso lleno de seguridad y confianza. Feliz ya era. Ahora, soy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&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/6670792976909781692-4703952144258935204?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4703952144258935204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4703952144258935204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4703952144258935204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4703952144258935204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/make-love.html' title='Make love'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2530472343305166131</id><published>2010-09-29T02:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T02:30:19.856-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>Universal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: x-large; "&gt;Y así sonrío, contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y así soy feliz, contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y así siento, contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y así te quiero, conmigo.&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/6670792976909781692-2530472343305166131?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2530472343305166131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2530472343305166131' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2530472343305166131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2530472343305166131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/universal.html' title='Universal'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-9149750633497784846</id><published>2010-09-29T02:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T02:28:54.523-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y así te marchaste y no te detuve.&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/6670792976909781692-9149750633497784846?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9149750633497784846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=9149750633497784846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9149750633497784846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9149750633497784846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7880078770683676275</id><published>2010-09-27T01:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:44:19.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amargo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><title type='text'>Frunk you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Me dijiste: Vete a la mierda. Y eso es lo que voy a hacer contigo. Tus palabras causan más daño de lo que crees, así me voy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6670792976909781692-7880078770683676275?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7880078770683676275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7880078770683676275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7880078770683676275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7880078770683676275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/frunk-you.html' title='Frunk you'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5310197299984967996</id><published>2010-09-24T03:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T03:15:13.340-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Escrito viejo'/><title type='text'>Sangra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Esta vez, mejor me guardo las palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;permaneceré aqui sentada mientras te vas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Querido, hoy ya no intentaré detenerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;mejor lárgate y mucho gusto en conocer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;te.&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/6670792976909781692-5310197299984967996?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3570118442172092378</id><published>2010-09-15T04:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T04:05:26.574-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>Adornos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y, ¿qué problema hay si sonrío?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6670792976909781692-3570118442172092378?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-9042320000957998685</id><published>2010-09-13T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:37:16.204-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><title type='text'>Croma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Estrellas cromáticas y sonrientes.&lt;/b&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/6670792976909781692-9042320000957998685?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3148183020910164373</id><published>2010-09-12T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:01:12.761-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambios'/><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella no te busca, tu no la buscas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella te sonríe, tu sólo la ignoras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella te dio mucho, tu sólo confusión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella te beso, tu pensabas en alguien más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella te dijo te quiero, tu también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella se alejó, tu jamás te quejaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella siguió alejada, tu también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella, ya se dio cuenta. Ella, se fue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-3148183020910164373?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3148183020910164373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3148183020910164373' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3148183020910164373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3148183020910164373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/ella.html' title='Ella'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1879637017663404672</id><published>2010-09-11T17:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:16:59.766-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perdición'/><title type='text'>Drugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y ella siempre está drogada. Siempre alucinando-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ella siempre está esperando-te. Logras acceder a su cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Y ella siempre está sonriendo-te. Ella, acaba de perder el control.&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/6670792976909781692-1879637017663404672?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1879637017663404672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1879637017663404672' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1879637017663404672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1879637017663404672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/drugs.html' title='Drugs'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5742892975537035922</id><published>2010-09-08T12:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T12:36:55.897-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>En mi mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;En mi mundo, sólo hay sonrisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, sólo hay felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, hay colores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, el hoy es bienvenido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, las lágrimas son dulces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, la soledad no existe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, hay sueños, deseos, fantasías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, todos pueden volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, las personas saben levantarse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;En mi mundo, se respira optimismo puro.&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/6670792976909781692-5742892975537035922?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5742892975537035922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5742892975537035922' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5742892975537035922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5742892975537035922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/en-mi-mundo.html' title='En mi mundo'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1618887801297555597</id><published>2010-09-02T01:01:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T01:06:15.679-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estrella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mis sueños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche'/><title type='text'>Espacio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Levitando en el espacio.Y cuando el frío me haga sentir la necesidad del calor humano, iré en busca de aquella enorme estrella donde se encuentra el vivo recuerdo de la noche gris donde nuestros brazos se entrelazaron y provocó esa maravillosa explosión de luces y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC99;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;Buenas noches.&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/6670792976909781692-1618887801297555597?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1618887801297555597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1618887801297555597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1618887801297555597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1618887801297555597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/espacio.html' title='Espacio'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3990887659808137440</id><published>2010-08-31T15:09:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T15:18:46.911-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viejo muy viejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mis sueños'/><title type='text'>Little dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoy desperté con la piel erizada por el frío. Podía escuchar como mis dientes rechinaban pero, de repente el silencio calló hasta el sonido más ensordecedor. Cerré los ojos tratando de recordar qué fue lo que soñé. Al cerrarlos, la oscuridad se impregnó de un sentimiento ávido, nítido, colorido. Pude ver toda la felicidad que busqué en lo más profundo de mí ser. Ahí estuvo siempre, sólo necesitaba encontrar ese momento de tranquilidad y sufrimiento. Abrí los ojos, observé cada rincón de mi melancólica habitación y sonreí. Estoy despierta y todos los días que abro los ojos, es una aventura más en mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/6670792976909781692-3990887659808137440?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3990887659808137440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3990887659808137440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3990887659808137440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3990887659808137440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-dreams.html' title='Little dreams'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3411483210300205682</id><published>2010-08-26T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T15:47:38.134-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calor'/><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Hey Sol, no seas malo. Por eso me cae mejor la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2008/01/luna.html"&gt;Luna.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-3411483210300205682?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3411483210300205682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3411483210300205682' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3411483210300205682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3411483210300205682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3386114823152581807</id><published>2010-08-24T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:07:33.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odio'/><title type='text'>Uno por uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Entre más hables, más dientes perderás, querido amigo.&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/6670792976909781692-3386114823152581807?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3386114823152581807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3386114823152581807' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3386114823152581807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3386114823152581807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/uno-por-uno.html' title='Uno por uno'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-9122444438146672587</id><published>2010-08-24T16:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:31:40.599-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egoista'/><title type='text'>Get a fucking life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: justify;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Sé un poco egoísta y que no te importe la vida de los demás, joder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-9122444438146672587?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9122444438146672587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=9122444438146672587' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9122444438146672587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9122444438146672587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/get-fucking-life.html' title='Get a fucking life!'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5458726124712824853</id><published>2010-08-22T03:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T03:41:49.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><title type='text'>Buitres</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;Y los buitres vuelan sobre mí, esperando que en cualquier momento caiga al suelo y tengan la oportunidad de aprovecharse de mí. Aves tan idiotas, si tan sólo supieran que yo soy la que espero a que ellos caigan.&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/6670792976909781692-5458726124712824853?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5458726124712824853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5458726124712824853' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5458726124712824853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5458726124712824853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/buitres.html' title='Buitres'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3247500047645571142</id><published>2010-08-21T23:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T23:32:10.781-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Y'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ya.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indiferencia'/><title type='text'>Blasfemia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Y yo beberé de sus lágrimas y reiré mientras él sigue llorando.&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/6670792976909781692-3247500047645571142?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3247500047645571142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3247500047645571142' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3247500047645571142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3247500047645571142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/blasfemia.html' title='Blasfemia'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6060381306223167527</id><published>2010-08-18T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T02:35:22.940-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><title type='text'>Piel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: large; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); "&gt;Amo tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Y se eriza mi piel.&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/6670792976909781692-6060381306223167527?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6060381306223167527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6060381306223167527' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6060381306223167527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6060381306223167527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/piel.html' title='Piel'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7441474081777827951</id><published>2010-08-17T01:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:05:17.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deseo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasías y más fantasías'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mis sueños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disfruta'/><title type='text'>Nido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TGpBbmp-SHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jt6V8dHXJbk/s1600/como-enterarse-cuando-tiene-orgasmo.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/_csBsut5BypA/TGpBbmp-SHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jt6V8dHXJbk/s320/como-enterarse-cuando-tiene-orgasmo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506285436902721650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuando los sueños y el placer se unieron, crearon esta atmósfera delirante a mí alrededor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuando el frenesí y el sudor explotaron, millones de partículas de deseo flotaron en el aire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuando mi boca y tu boca se tocaron, chispas de fuego azul prendieron la habitación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cuando el frío y el calor se encontraron, una inmensa ola de placer ahogaron la más ardiente amargura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Y aquí nos encontramos, levitando sobre esta nube que la hemos adoptado como nuestro nido de pasión.&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/6670792976909781692-7441474081777827951?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7441474081777827951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7441474081777827951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7441474081777827951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7441474081777827951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/cuando-los-suenos-y-el-placer-se.html' title='Nido'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TGpBbmp-SHI/AAAAAAAAAV4/jt6V8dHXJbk/s72-c/como-enterarse-cuando-tiene-orgasmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5045981219929047482</id><published>2010-08-04T23:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T23:11:43.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para él'/><title type='text'>Nombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Eco, tu nombre es un eco en mi cabeza. &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/6670792976909781692-5045981219929047482?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5045981219929047482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5045981219929047482' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5045981219929047482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5045981219929047482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/nombre.html' title='Nombre'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1685957431052671432</id><published>2010-08-04T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T12:18:04.344-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animo'/><title type='text'>Piedra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Y el pastel no fue decorado con cerezas, ni con fresas o chocolate, sólo piedras. Deliciosas piedras, duras y grisáceas. Así guardo una como amuleto que me haga recordar el porqué &lt;b&gt;aveces&lt;/b&gt; prefiero ser dura. Es difícil, créeme, lo es.&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/6670792976909781692-1685957431052671432?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1685957431052671432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1685957431052671432' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1685957431052671432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1685957431052671432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/piedra.html' title='Piedra'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2456296856854314022</id><published>2010-08-01T23:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T23:32:34.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>Vivo vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;La vida es tan emocionante. No la cambio por nada.&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/6670792976909781692-2456296856854314022?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2456296856854314022/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2456296856854314022' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2456296856854314022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2456296856854314022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/vivo-vida.html' title='Vivo vida'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3724517041766733328</id><published>2010-08-01T12:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:07:18.502-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miel'/><title type='text'>Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; color: rgb(204, 153, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Y ahora comenzaste a llorar &lt;a href="http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2007/07/miel.html"&gt;miel&lt;/a&gt;. Dulces lágrimas de felicidad. &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/6670792976909781692-3724517041766733328?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3724517041766733328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3724517041766733328' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3724517041766733328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3724517041766733328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/08/honey.html' title='Honey'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5305227442764394722</id><published>2010-07-26T23:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T23:13:48.108-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><title type='text'>Ritmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Voy caminando a buen ritmo, no necesito correr. Todo marcha excelente y eso me agrada.&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/6670792976909781692-5305227442764394722?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5305227442764394722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5305227442764394722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5305227442764394722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5305227442764394722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ritmo.html' title='Ritmo'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7939216311584401252</id><published>2010-07-26T15:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:43:32.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desespero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viejo'/><title type='text'>Desespero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El desespero de querer correr descalza en un suelo lleno de cristales rotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La debilidad de no poder dejar todo atrás y seguir viviendo tranquilamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La realidad de las cosas, caer violentamente cuando todo lo que hacías era volar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esa neblina que no te deja ver las cosas con más claridad, con más color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Los pensamientos inundando la poca cordura que quedaba dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El desespero de querer hacer todo y no hacer nada al final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El desespero de desesperarme y bloquearme para volverme a desesperar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya todo me parece tan confuso pero, a la vez es algo que yo permito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ya no es necesario esto, sé exactamente lo que debo y no debo hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Después de todo, el desespero no ayuda en nada, sólo me hace sentir peor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6670792976909781692-7939216311584401252?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7939216311584401252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7939216311584401252' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7939216311584401252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7939216311584401252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/desespero.html' title='Desespero'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4258404822045100885</id><published>2010-07-24T22:43:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:43:37.564-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luna'/><title type='text'>Hora de dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); "&gt;Hoy dormiré abrazando a la Luna.&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/6670792976909781692-4258404822045100885?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4258404822045100885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4258404822045100885' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4258404822045100885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4258404822045100885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/hora-de-dormir.html' title='Hora de dormir'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6650852085291088833</id><published>2010-07-06T01:23:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:24:32.970-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarro'/><title type='text'>Sabor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-large; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;Ahora el cigarro me supo amargo, no suele ser dulce pero, tampoco amargo.&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/6670792976909781692-6650852085291088833?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6650852085291088833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6650852085291088833' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6650852085291088833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6650852085291088833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/sabor.html' title='Sabor'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5888940560176240662</id><published>2010-07-02T00:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:53:30.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cigarro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palabras'/><title type='text'>Cigarros y palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hay veces que las palabras y los cigarros se disfrutan más cuando tienes a alguien a tu lado. Tan real y puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TC2aookgmzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aXVH7fUUzVo/s1600/Cigarro+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TC2aookgmzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aXVH7fUUzVo/s1600/Cigarro+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TC2aookgmzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aXVH7fUUzVo/s320/Cigarro+copia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489213543710497586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5888940560176240662?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5888940560176240662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5888940560176240662' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5888940560176240662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5888940560176240662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/cigarros-y-palabras.html' title='Cigarros y palabras'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/TC2aookgmzI/AAAAAAAAAVw/aXVH7fUUzVo/s72-c/Cigarro+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3222501028013071195</id><published>2010-07-01T19:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:04:07.809-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muerte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><title type='text'>Volando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Lograste volar antes que nosotros y desde acá abajo contemplamos tu vuelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCFFFF;"&gt;Allá lejos estás. Lo sé, algún día te alcanzaremos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6670792976909781692-3222501028013071195?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3222501028013071195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3222501028013071195' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3222501028013071195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3222501028013071195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/volando.html' title='Volando'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3341782734773470074</id><published>2010-07-01T00:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T00:09:00.772-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><title type='text'>Simple y complicado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Si te digo que te quiero, es porque no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Si te digo que eres mi amigo, es porque no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;quiero estar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Así de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;y así de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;complicado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;.&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/6670792976909781692-3341782734773470074?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3341782734773470074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3341782734773470074' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3341782734773470074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3341782734773470074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/simple-y-complicado.html' title='Simple y complicado'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4104815203801733021</id><published>2010-06-29T12:25:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T12:39:29.123-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dead'/><title type='text'>Disfruta el silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Ahora es cuando me doy cuenta que debo dejar de hacer drama por cosas que no valen la pena. Hay cosas más importantes en la vida - como la vida misma - y hay que aprovecharla. En cualquier momento todo puede cambiar. En cualquier momento te puedes dar cuenta de todas esas cosas que no hiciste por miedo o por alguna otra razón. No, hay que vivir plenamente, no hay que pensar tanto las cosas, podemos perder tiempo pensando qué hacer o qué decir. Muchas veces no nos damos cuenta de la belleza que existe a nuestro alrededor, siempre disfrazada por la violencia en las calles. ¿Qué se supone que debemos hacer? ¿Qué tengo qué hacer? Vivir, sólo vivir en paz y armonía con mis seres más queridos, no somos eternos, somos humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Descansa en paz, tía Oli. Desde aquí te recordaremos con una sonrisa y con un dolor muy grande en nuestros corazones. Un abrazo hasta donde estés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, yo sé que amabas esta canción. 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Se ve tan brillante y sensual allá arriba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-2049086430188891311?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2049086430188891311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2049086430188891311' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2049086430188891311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2049086430188891311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/06/eclipse.html' title='Eclipse'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3344624143321905851</id><published>2010-06-19T19:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:01:15.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adios'/><title type='text'>Distancia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;Con los problemas que ya tengo, es suficiente. No quiero más dramas innecesarios y sin sentido. Gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6670792976909781692-3344624143321905851?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3344624143321905851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3344624143321905851' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3344624143321905851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3344624143321905851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/06/distancia.html' title='Distancia'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3187357200602728183</id><published>2010-06-19T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:54:24.918-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><title type='text'>Carpe diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: justify;font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFCC;"&gt;Y pensar que algún día voy a morir. Tan hermosa que es mi vida y que se tenga que acabar. En cualquier momento, sólo seré polvo y cenizas. Ya no volveré a ver colores. No sentiré el viento rozar mi rostro, ya no podré escuchar el ruido de la lluvia en verano. La música, algo que tanto amo, ya no será parte de mi vida. Seguiré aprovechando el momento, ¿sabes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-3187357200602728183?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3187357200602728183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3187357200602728183' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3187357200602728183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3187357200602728183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de tu piel con la mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de tu perfume con tu cabello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de suavidad y ternura en tus palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de sonrisas y miradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de tu silencio con el mío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Me gusta la combinación de nuestras risas.&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/6670792976909781692-9007819889123369983?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9007819889123369983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2409440887573733518</id><published>2010-06-06T11:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:39:26.297-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palabras'/><title type='text'>Palabras y ecos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: medium; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); "&gt;No importa el tiempo, no importa que mal interpreten, no importan las diferencias. Sólo importan las palabras y los ecos a nuestro alrededor. El humo se esparce en la habitación, la música de fondo crea una atmósfera perfecta. Las horas pasan y cuando menos lo pienso, ya es hora de irme. Sobra decir: gracias.&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/6670792976909781692-2409440887573733518?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2409440887573733518/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2409440887573733518' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2409440887573733518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2409440887573733518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/06/palabras-y-ecos.html' title='Palabras y 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-8687312504764071726?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8687312504764071726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8687312504764071726' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8687312504764071726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8687312504764071726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/06/tres.html' title='Tres'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disfruta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><title type='text'>Color es</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Déjame diseñar tu presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Déjame colorear tu pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Déjame disfrazar tu futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Déjame pintar tu dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&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/6670792976909781692-7729072652770007265?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7729072652770007265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7729072652770007265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7729072652770007265'/><link 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type='text'>Reflejo en mí</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El corazón gatea por las dunas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El rastro de la sangre derramada desaparece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El calor se expande como fuego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre el desierto y el cielo me pierdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Espejismos que logran desorientarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;El jugo verde en mis entrañas me duele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Delicioso veneno verde y puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hermosos cascabeles me acompañan en la agonía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Siempre anhelé tal melodía en mi réquiem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No despiertes a la bestia cuyo corazón yace en mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tu reflejo en mí, es el reflejo de lo que nunca podrás ser.&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/6670792976909781692-1181813575014253194?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1181813575014253194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1181813575014253194' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1181813575014253194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1181813575014253194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/reflejo-en-mi.html' title='Reflejo en mí'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1429178654047389892</id><published>2010-05-26T23:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:12:10.290-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusa'/><title type='text'>Despierta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Es complicado, lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Es confuso, lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Es frustrante, lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Es doloroso, también lo sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;La hora volvió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy me siento extraña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;La música suena en mi cabeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy me siento vacía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya no hay estrellas fugaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy me siento sin esperanza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Las palabras se van desvaneciendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy ya no sé..no sé nada. No me importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1429178654047389892?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1429178654047389892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1429178654047389892' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1429178654047389892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1429178654047389892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/despierta.html' title='Despierta'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6855495891113868696</id><published>2010-05-23T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T23:20:36.883-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='habla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miedo'/><title type='text'>Aquí estoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;Si quieres hablar de  mí, háblalo conmigo.&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/6670792976909781692-6855495891113868696?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6855495891113868696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6855495891113868696' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6855495891113868696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6855495891113868696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/aqui-estoy.html' title='Aquí estoy'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4302250209317458974</id><published>2010-05-22T08:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T08:31:53.264-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confuso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>Cerrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;He olvidado contemplar la noche. He olvidado reconocer la belleza que existe a mí alrededor. Olvidé cómo es que se ve el cielo. Ya no recuerdo el olor a tierra mojada. Comencé a extrañar la sensación de aire puro en mis pulmones. Me siento mal de haber abandonado aquellos placeres que me hacen sentir más humana, con más vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, mudé de piel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, no soy la de ayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, la llaga no está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, ya no sé quién eres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, no me importa nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, me importa todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hoy, amanecí inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, ¿qué día es hoy?&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, es día de vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, hoy...&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/gustavo-cerati-cosas-imposibles-lyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siempre es hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/6670792976909781692-4302250209317458974?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4302250209317458974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4302250209317458974' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4302250209317458974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4302250209317458974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/cerrado.html' title='Cerrado'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3321582350048226855</id><published>2010-05-21T16:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:27:45.027-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>No quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;No quiero despertar y darme cuenta de que todo fue un sueño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-3321582350048226855?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3321582350048226855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3321582350048226855' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3321582350048226855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3321582350048226855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-quiero.html' title='No quiero'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1258839634923629540</id><published>2010-05-19T22:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:15:33.775-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gustavo cerati'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animo'/><title type='text'>Fuerza natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Una entrada dedicada a mi querido &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gustavo Cerati&lt;/span&gt;. Fuerza, "t&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;odavía queda  tanto por decir&lt;/span&gt;" y hacer. Estamos contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_S2jRnbHMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mwRi8k0D4u4/s1600/ceratiiiii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_S2jRnbHMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mwRi8k0D4u4/s320/ceratiiiii.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473200164302429378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Del mismo dolor, vendrá un nuevo amanecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1258839634923629540?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1258839634923629540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1258839634923629540' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1258839634923629540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1258839634923629540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/fuerza-natural.html' title='Fuerza natural'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_S2jRnbHMI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mwRi8k0D4u4/s72-c/ceratiiiii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5914148124914373204</id><published>2010-05-16T22:09:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:20:28.167-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>Noción</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Si te encuentras a mi lado, dame una señal. Cada vez que me acuesto para dormir, te puedo sentir. No te veo pero puedo estar casi segura de que me observas detenidamente. Es algo raro y tétrico lo que me haces sentir. Años tengo teniendo esta noción de que te encuentras a mi lado y que jamás me has abandonado. No sé por qué pero, siento que tienes miedo de cómo vaya reaccionar al conocerte. Sólo dos veces has querido tener contacto conmigo, fue algo impactante, debo confesar. Quiero saber de ti, quiero saber qué eres, quiero saber cómo eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy una soñadora, lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Soy una loca, lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Soy muy rara, lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Soy todo menos humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vives dentro de mí, no puedes evitar que te sienta tan mío. Querido fantasma, nunca me abandones.&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/6670792976909781692-5914148124914373204?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5914148124914373204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5914148124914373204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5914148124914373204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5914148124914373204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-te-encuentras-mi-lado-dame-una-senal.html' title='Noción'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5554148179047005677</id><published>2010-05-13T02:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T02:48:53.125-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexion'/><title type='text'>Ganadora</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;La única competencia que he ganado en mi vida es la de llegar al óvulo. Debo estar muy agradecida porque el premio fue: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la vida&lt;/span&gt;. Gracias, he aprendido bastante en todos estos años de vida.&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/6670792976909781692-5554148179047005677?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5554148179047005677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5554148179047005677' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5554148179047005677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5554148179047005677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/ganadora.html' title='Ganadora'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8981235974000859071</id><published>2010-05-11T01:06:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T01:09:42.330-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><title type='text'>Congelado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Con &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; estoy aquí y me gusta. Todo a mi alrededor está congelado, mis pies tocan un suelo muy frío que me hace estremecer y, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;me gusta mucho&lt;/span&gt;. Debo admitir que, el frío es mejor cuando estoy&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; sola&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/6670792976909781692-8981235974000859071?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8981235974000859071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8981235974000859071' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8981235974000859071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8981235974000859071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/congelado.html' title='Congelado'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2964535987257673299</id><published>2010-05-10T14:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:40:18.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mamá'/><title type='text'>¡Felicidades Mamá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Llena de vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;llena de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;llena de valentía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;llena de cariño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;llena de belleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;De eso, estás hecha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-hu2OEgzGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/78YsqeMg1WU/s1600/SeparadorMother%27sDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-hu2OEgzGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/78YsqeMg1WU/s320/SeparadorMother%27sDay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469743625210481762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Te amo, madre mía.&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/6670792976909781692-2964535987257673299?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2964535987257673299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2964535987257673299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2964535987257673299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2964535987257673299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/felicidades-mama.html' title='¡Felicidades Mamá!'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-hu2OEgzGI/AAAAAAAAAUY/78YsqeMg1WU/s72-c/SeparadorMother%27sDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1755726693609490186</id><published>2010-05-07T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T19:50:42.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasías y más fantasías'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>Dulces sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-TDIhHb0TI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0ZFTF3aKWqU/s1600/16A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-TDIhHb0TI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0ZFTF3aKWqU/s320/16A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468710398630547762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yo te soñé, eras tan real. Te pude besar en aquel mundo imaginario, donde mis fantasías eran algo más que un simple pensamiento. En aquel momento de frenesí, me di cuenta de que mi cuerpo prefiere las cosas tangibles, casi reales. Mi imaginación me llevo a aquel mundo imaginario que suelo visitar todas las noches de mi vida. El único lugar donde te puedo encontrar y donde podemos compartir besos y caricias. Me gusta poder observarte mientras intentas seducirme con esa mirada tierna y a la vez provocativa que tienes. La noche, la luna, las estrellas, todo esas cosas que hacen el momento más especial e íntimo. Siempre he dicho que la Luna nunca me ha abandonado, cuando deseo un momento como éste, ella siempre me regala esa luz con el grado perfecto de iluminación. Siluetas, sombras, suspiros rebotando por la habitación. Calor, vapor y sonrisas hacen de este mundo imaginario, mi lugar preferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Buenas noches, hasta mañana.&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/6670792976909781692-1755726693609490186?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1755726693609490186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1755726693609490186' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1755726693609490186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1755726693609490186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dulces-suenos.html' title='Dulces sueños'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S-TDIhHb0TI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0ZFTF3aKWqU/s72-c/16A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8087185576804656864</id><published>2010-05-06T12:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T12:22:44.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflexion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><title type='text'>Triste realidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Las flores son hermosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; con colores  radiantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt; y con su fragancia te seducen. Pero, su belleza acaba pronto. Triste realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-8087185576804656864?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8087185576804656864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8087185576804656864' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8087185576804656864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8087185576804656864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/triste-realidad.html' title='Triste realidad'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8511199431916628577</id><published>2010-05-05T14:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:10:04.425-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='después'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='antes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='placer'/><title type='text'>Antes y después</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdo que años atrás, mi corazón solía ser un órgano blando y sensible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Actualmente, está protegido bajo un escudo más duro y rígido que el acero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdo que años atrás, mis ojos podían derramar lágrimas por cosas sin sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ahora, mis lágrimas se evaporan suavemente, evitando así, una lluvia salada sobre mi rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Recuerdo que años atrás, mi cuerpo se sentía atrapado en un sólo lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ahora, mi cuerpo se siente libre y feliz de poder sentir este placer. El placer de vivir el momento.&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/6670792976909781692-8511199431916628577?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8511199431916628577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8511199431916628577' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8511199431916628577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8511199431916628577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/antes-y-despues.html' title='Antes y después'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6109911123323675504</id><published>2010-05-05T13:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T14:04:21.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertad'/><title type='text'>La perfección de la imperfección</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nada cambia en este mundo, la gente no cambia para nada. Ellos sólo ignoran la mierda de personas que eran en el pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ellos piensan muchas cosas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yo no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ellos creen que son los mejores..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yo no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;¿Por qué? Dime por qué.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Espera, quiero encontrar la respuesta yo sola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;No necesito tu ayuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nada es perfecto aquí, la única perfección es la imperfección.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;La vida no es como te la cuentan, tu misión es encontrar respuestas solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ellos creen que no pueden escapar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yo sí puedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ellos ven al mundo en colores tan perfectos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Yo no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Escúchame ahora, estoy tratando de hablar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Escúchame ahora, estoy en una calma tan perfecta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;Oye, pero imperfecta a la vez. ¿Me explico?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-6109911123323675504?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6109911123323675504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6109911123323675504' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6109911123323675504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6109911123323675504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-perfeccion-de-imperfeccion.html' title='La perfección de la imperfección'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8372937043010869954</id><published>2010-04-27T21:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T21:23:05.728-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viejo'/><title type='text'>Habla, habla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Entre más hables, menos me importas. Es que, la verdad, me da igual tu vida. No sé por qué tú te atormentas de lo que yo piense de ti, cuando no debería importarte, ¿no crees? Eso ya es tan viejo, ya estamos grandes para eso. Hasta me da pereza seguir hablando de esto. Suerte.&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/6670792976909781692-8372937043010869954?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8372937043010869954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8372937043010869954' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8372937043010869954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8372937043010869954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/habla-habla.html' title='Habla, habla'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3499835786862231246</id><published>2010-04-14T00:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:42:16.699-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonrisas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limones'/><title type='text'>Limonada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Todo estará en su lugar algún día. Cuando ese día llegue, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el sol iluminará nuestras sonrisas y la luna nuestras fantasías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;En lugar de chupar los limones así de ácidos, brindemos con una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limonada&lt;/span&gt; muy fresca. Salud.&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/6670792976909781692-3499835786862231246?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3499835786862231246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3499835786862231246' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3499835786862231246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3499835786862231246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/limonada.html' title='Limonada'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6406338920220526834</id><published>2010-04-12T20:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:19:51.423-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comida'/><title type='text'>Gusanos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Lamentablemente, los gusanos se han devorado tu cerebro. Qué placer debiste haber sentido. Pero no, no te envidio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-6406338920220526834?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6406338920220526834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6406338920220526834' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6406338920220526834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6406338920220526834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/gusanos.html' title='Gusanos'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-9194973798404835681</id><published>2010-04-11T23:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:35:56.325-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='correr'/><title type='text'>Muy lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ya estás demasiado lejos. Yo estoy demasiado lejos. No pienso volver. Aquí donde me encuentro, aquí, justamente aquí, es tan hermoso y agradable. No pienso moverme ni un centímetro de aquí. Atrás de mi está el cielo azul, delante de mí está el horizonte y a mí lado está mi felicidad. Ya no camino descalza sobre piedras. Ahora, simplemente floto sin esfuerzo. ¿Me entiendes ahora sí? O, ¿sigues pensando que sufro? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sonríe, sonríe. No finjas, no pretendas. Créeme, sé quién está dentro, no te ocultes.&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/6670792976909781692-9194973798404835681?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9194973798404835681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=9194973798404835681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9194973798404835681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/9194973798404835681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/muy-lejos.html' title='Muy lejos'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4010175848137531374</id><published>2010-04-11T21:58:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T22:00:49.791-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaviotas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ardillas'/><title type='text'>Azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;En mi mundo, bienvenido eres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;En mi mundo, ya perteneces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;En mi mundo, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quédate&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/6670792976909781692-4010175848137531374?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4010175848137531374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4010175848137531374' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4010175848137531374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4010175848137531374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/azul.html' title='Azul'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3495290180093447757</id><published>2010-04-08T22:44:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:02:36.279-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='árbol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaviotas'/><title type='text'>Siete, cuatro, diez</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S760Xzm3puI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hcfNUIFvHJQ/s1600/Converse2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S760Xzm3puI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hcfNUIFvHJQ/s320/Converse2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457998119502849762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;El despertar con la razón de encontrarme con una persona que sólo conocí por unas horas, es una extraña pero excelente sensación. Encontrarte con esa persona y pasar todo el día sonriendo, es una perfecta sensación. Es algo sorprendente pensar que no tengo mucho tiempo de conocerte y ya te conozco, es extraño ¿no? Pero eso no tiene nada de malo, es sólo que me sorprende y me alegra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día no fue suficiente. Regresa y caminemos juntos de nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-3495290180093447757?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3495290180093447757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3495290180093447757' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3495290180093447757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3495290180093447757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/siete-cuatro-diez.html' title='Siete, cuatro, diez'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S760Xzm3puI/AAAAAAAAAUA/hcfNUIFvHJQ/s72-c/Converse2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-3563669077191473007</id><published>2010-04-04T03:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T03:49:54.800-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mi mundo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disfruta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamás te olvidaré...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adiós'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decepción'/><title type='text'>Palabras, sólo palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dijiste: Estaré para ti cuando me necesites.&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde quedaron esas palabras? El viento debió ser muy fuerte como para haberse llevado esas palabras muy lejos y dirigirlas al vacío. Duele más el hecho de que por tu vanidad creas que yo aún sigo escondida en la oscuridad, cuando yo estoy caminando sobre arcoíris y música relajante. Duele perder una amistad a la cual yo le tuve mucha fe, mucha esperanza, amor. Hoy, nadé sobre recuerdos y me encontré con momentos muy felices pero, al querer tomar aire para poder seguir nadando, se extendían hacía mí aquellos recuerdos tristes y decepcionantes, como el más reciente. ¿Será malo que esté decepcionada de ti? Tal vez sí. Bueno, para mí lo es, jamás lo creí. Hablemos, sí hablemos pero sin tener escrito la palabra "miedo" en la frente. Vamos cariño, ya somos adultos, ya no somos aquellos niños de secundaria que resolvíamos las cosas con "la cola entre las patas". Tenemos ya el valor o se supone que lo tenemos, por lo menos yo sí. Te busqué, me ignoraste. Te ignoré, me buscaste. ¿Seguimos jugando? Ya no me parece divertido, la verdad. Cuando alguien realmente desea que todo esté bien, buscará la forma de solucionarlo. Querido, yo ya te dejé atrás, yo ya estoy corriendo por los campos primaverales cuando tu todavía estás atascado en la alcantarilla, aguantando todo ese ruido a tu alrededor. Si gritas, yo ya estaré muy lejos como para poder escucharte. Yo ya estoy cantando y tú apenas puedes susurrar. Yo ya soy mariposa y tú apenas eres oruga. Yo ya sé quién soy y tú apenas estás descifrándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vista es hermosa, esas nubes esponjosas allá arriba, el sonido del mar, la brisa golpeando mi rostro, el viento susurrándome al oído diciéndome: Sigue, corre, sonríe. En la arena escribí: Aquí yace un pasado. Le sonreí y salí corriendo. Ojalá supieras lo excelente que se siente esto, espero que algún día logres obtener esta tranquilidad en tu vida.&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/6670792976909781692-3563669077191473007?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3563669077191473007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=3563669077191473007' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3563669077191473007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/3563669077191473007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/palabras-solo-palabras.html' title='Palabras, sólo palabras'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-4765914524450338238</id><published>2010-04-01T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:22:32.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones.'/><title type='text'>Better</title><content type='html'>Todo mejorará, lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/wigqKfLWjvM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/wigqKfLWjvM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-4765914524450338238?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4765914524450338238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=4765914524450338238' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4765914524450338238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/4765914524450338238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/better.html' title='Better'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2007851856842580637</id><published>2010-04-01T21:16:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:22:33.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Rain drops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S7Vv52KtiXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qn3jFOAZu0M/s1600/rain+drops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S7Vv52KtiXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qn3jFOAZu0M/s320/rain+drops.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455389563212892530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Hoy pude llorar &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GRACIAS&lt;/span&gt; a ti. Joder, me hubiera gustado haber llorado por algo que &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SÍ&lt;/span&gt; vale la pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;En fin, la vida continúa y yo debo seguir su paso, no pienso quedarme atrás a contemplar lo que ya no volverá jamás. No, no... esta vez no. De lo que sí estoy muy segura es que de ti no volveré a sentir cariño, ¿por qué? porque yo sólo le doy mi cariño a personas que sí me valoran.&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/6670792976909781692-2007851856842580637?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2007851856842580637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2007851856842580637' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2007851856842580637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2007851856842580637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/04/rain-drops.html' title='Rain drops'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S7Vv52KtiXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/qn3jFOAZu0M/s72-c/rain+drops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7136634552542601384</id><published>2010-03-31T14:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:38:19.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nada'/><title type='text'>Roto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Y por más que quiero y me esfuerzo, ya no puedo llorar. No puedo hacer que una maldita lágrima salga de mis ojos. ¿Qué me está pasando? Sólo siento algo fuerte dentro de mí, un sentimiento tan poderoso que ya ni siquiera sé qué es. No es odio, no es amor, no es tristeza. Un sentimiento que carcome mis entrañas, mis ideas, mis sueños, mis deseos. Este sentimiento me provoca tanta desesperación, es como si me estuviera convirtiendo en algo monstruoso, algo sin vida, un ser humano sin sentimientos. Poco a poco me doy cuenta de que ya no sé qué sentir o qué es lo que siento. Es muy raro pero, aveces me gusta esto. No sentir nada y no sufrir nada. Nada, de nada. &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/6670792976909781692-7136634552542601384?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7136634552542601384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7136634552542601384' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7136634552542601384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7136634552542601384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/roto.html' title='Roto'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-2953762461023239322</id><published>2010-03-31T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:22:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿Por qué me tienes tanto miedo?&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/6670792976909781692-2953762461023239322?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2953762461023239322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=2953762461023239322' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2953762461023239322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/2953762461023239322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/peur.html' title='Peur'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6573760754634387511</id><published>2010-03-24T15:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:57:25.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='envidia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='risa'/><title type='text'>Pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;¿Quién eres tú para señalarme de esa manera? ¿Quién carajos te crees para hablar de mí a mis espalda? ¿Qué mierda piensas lograr diciendo eso sobre mí? A ver dime la verdad, ¿Acaso crees que eso me afecta? ¿Crees que andaré de marica como tú? En serio, ¿Crees que no me daré cuenta de lo que hablas de mí? No, ya en serio, ¿Creíste alguna vez que no te enfrentaría? ¿Crees que me quedaré callada? Corazón, espérate para lo mejor. Ya se puso emocionante, esto apenas comienza. Yo no soy de esas personas que huyen del problema, no soy la que se guarda los comentarios (buenos o malos), no soy nadie para hablar mierda de ti como tú lo haces de mí. Ya estamos grandes, ¿no? Digo, se supone. Entonces, ¿qué esperas? No tengas miedo, mi vida. No estás muda como para no decirme nada, yo no estoy sorda como para no escucharte. Anímate, yo aquí ando, ya sabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Maldito hipócrita, todos te quieren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lejos&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-6573760754634387511?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6573760754634387511/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6573760754634387511' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6573760754634387511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6573760754634387511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/quien-eres-tu-para-senalarme-de-esa.html' title='Pot'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-8827857184006451027</id><published>2010-03-20T07:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:23:39.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Túnel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;No seguiré la luz al final del túnel, jamás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-8827857184006451027?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8827857184006451027/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=8827857184006451027' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8827857184006451027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/8827857184006451027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/tunel.html' title='Túnel'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-1356072973569060946</id><published>2010-03-18T18:54:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T18:55:08.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coraje'/><title type='text'>Coraje</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Tengo ganas de gritar.  Joder, este coraje corre por todo mi cuerpo y duele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-1356072973569060946?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1356072973569060946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=1356072973569060946' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1356072973569060946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/1356072973569060946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/coraje.html' title='Coraje'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-6262968226076483007</id><published>2010-03-17T22:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:34:21.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miedo'/><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y es que sólo me acerco un poco a ti y logro percibir ese olor tuyo, ese olor a miedo. Apestas tanto que ni ganas me dan de pasar cerca de ti. Una vez más, por eso mejor yo me alejo más y más de ti. A ver hasta dónde/cuándo dejarás de oler así.&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/6670792976909781692-6262968226076483007?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6262968226076483007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=6262968226076483007' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6262968226076483007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/6262968226076483007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-5148515922039279886</id><published>2010-03-09T17:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:01:12.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libertad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ya pasó'/><title type='text'>Me alejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo cinco pasos de ti es porque ya no quiero que me sigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo de ti es porque te estoy invitando a seguir otro camino solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo no es un adiós. Es sólo un hasta luego silencioso cantando en tu oído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo es sólo para demostrarte que después de todo, no eras íntegro para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo es para seguir caminando sin detenerme para alentarte a seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;Si me alejo es porque quise, porque quiero y porque ahora, sólo anhelo correr muy lejos y libre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-5148515922039279886?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5148515922039279886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=5148515922039279886' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5148515922039279886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/5148515922039279886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/me-alejo.html' title='Me alejo'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-880716026091252094</id><published>2010-03-09T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:48:37.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Es una realidad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueños'/><title type='text'>No despiertes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Me niego a dejar de flotar. De tanto soñar los días se consumen como el cigarro abandonado en el marco de alguna ventana. La realidad siempre se desvanece justo en el momento en que deseo vivirlo despierta. No quiero bajar, quiero seguir en mi nube blanca, lejos del suelo. Acá arriba puedo observar cada paso que da la gente, inconsciente de que sus vidas son solamente un experimento de alguien más allá, alguien que desde muy lejos me observa, nos observa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me niego, no quiero, no pienso quedarme allá abajo pretendiendo que nada pasa y que nada me inquieta. Odio ser conformista, odio ser rutinaria, odio despertar y ver la misma ventana, la misma cama, el mismo maldito reflejo mío en el espejo. Prefiero seguir perdiéndome en mis sueños, en mi mundo ficticio pero fascinante. No me importa volverme loca, ya es demasiado tarde. Todo tenemos locura por dentro, queramos o no, la locura algún día saldrá a la luz. Esa luz es la que me cegará y me ayudará a olvidar la persona conformista que solía ser. No, no quiero despertar de este sueño lúcido. Quiero seguir observándome desde acá arriba sólo para reírme y disfrutar de cómo mi vida se va esfumando de mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué puedo hacer? Mi vida se está acabando, nuestras vidas pueden terminar en cualquier momento y yo, con tantas cosas por hacer. Los sueños me mantienen firme. Acá arriba observo mi vida pasar, cada día es un día menos de vida. Cada año no es un año más, es sólo un año menos. ¿Qué hago? ¡Dime! Necesito seguir perdida entre sueños utópicos. No, no quiero saber nada de la muerte, ni mencionen esa mierda. El día que la muerte visite mi habitación y me invite a su morada, le diré que se vaya al carajo. Yo seré inmortal en mis sueños, este sueño eterno de mi vida. Porque en este sueño, yo no muero, sólo me transformo en algo más que piel, huesos, órganos y fluidos corporales. En mi sueño, seré yo la vencedora de las catástrofes que sucedan en el futuro. Llámenme loca o como deseen, no me importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-880716026091252094?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/880716026091252094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=880716026091252094' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/880716026091252094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/880716026091252094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-despiertes.html' title='No despiertes'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-840104320922533795</id><published>2010-03-08T15:54:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T02:54:03.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Día internacional de la mujer'/><title type='text'>Soy mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S5WEC3ANh_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wnuvj1IoQIQ/s1600-h/espalda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S5WEC3ANh_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wnuvj1IoQIQ/s320/espalda.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446404509033924594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Son aquellas curvas que recorres para viajar sobre mi cuerpo. Es el roce de mi piel sobre tu piel la mejor opción para jugar a enloquecernos. Es el cabello cubriendo mi espalda cuando desnuda está, el que oculta mis senos cuando deseo seducirte. Son mis manos que acarician cada rincón al cual tendrías que atreverte a llegar. Son estas piernas las que me ayudan a llegar hacia la cama cada vez que intentas esconderte bajo las sábanas. Son mis labios la fruta prohibida, la parte donde no dejo que llegues, sólo para hacerte enfadar. Son mis ojos los que te invitan a seguirme y buscarme entre las sombras. Mi voz, la melodía perfecta para esta noche. Acércate, no le temas a este cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Porque somos mujeres y ellos no. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Feliz día, mujeres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6670792976909781692-840104320922533795?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/840104320922533795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=840104320922533795' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/840104320922533795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/840104320922533795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/soy-mujer.html' title='Soy mujer'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S5WEC3ANh_I/AAAAAAAAATw/Wnuvj1IoQIQ/s72-c/espalda.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6670792976909781692.post-7646362915416891602</id><published>2010-03-06T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T19:25:24.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boceto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frank'/><title type='text'>Te tengo que encontrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Y me doy cuenta de que ya es hora de salir del agujero negro, comenzar a viajar frenéticamente esquivando asteroides que sólo buscan dificultar mi vuelo. Entre todo el universo me puedo perder, esconderme detrás de la luna con la intención de no saber ya nada de nadie. Las estrellas siempre me hacen compañía, a donde voltee habrá una o más...un millón. ¿Dónde estás? Te busco desesperadamente y no tengo éxito. Sólo logro entrar a una especie de paz cada vez que presiento tu aura. Todos mis sueños empiezan a tener sentido tras mil años luz que he tratado de descifrarlos. ¿Cómo debo buscarte? Mi corazón comienza a palpitar sin razón alguna, deben ser las ganas de besar tus labios sabor miel. ¿Cuánto tiempo más debo esperar? Las estrellas no se funden, pero mi paciencia sí. El calor del sol sigue manteniéndome viva pero aún así, mi corazón sigue sufriendo como si fuese invierno. Entre el polvo cósmico te sigo buscando, duele mantener mi cuerpo flotando y no conseguir distinguir tus ojos sobre todo este inmenso universo. Tus ojos emiten una luz única, hallarlos sería cumplir mi misión. Estoy cansada de buscar y aunque lo esté, no me daré por vencida.&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/6670792976909781692-7646362915416891602?l=dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7646362915416891602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6670792976909781692&amp;postID=7646362915416891602' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7646362915416891602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6670792976909781692/posts/default/7646362915416891602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dulcesrelatos.blogspot.com/2010/03/te-tengo-que-encontrar.html' title='Te tengo que encontrar'/><author><name>Saiuri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11686354869320903072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_csBsut5BypA/S_A1lDlxidI/AAAAAAAAAVA/1P02vPDso3w/S220/Saiuri.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
