<?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-30807355</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:12:23.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Puño y Letra</title><subtitle type='html'>Deseo expresar lo que aveces las palabras no alcansan a decir; los pensamientos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5996085983429858550</id><published>2011-05-21T16:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T16:00:00.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game of Life</title><content type='html'>The options seems to disappear in the air,
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the possibilities died in the first try.
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Then the hopes rise and once more you fall.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
That is the game of life.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Only the strong and persistent survive,
&lt;br&gt;
But those with faith make it!
 &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
The game of life is cruel and heartless.
&lt;br&gt;
Those with one heart will always have it all
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Because is not what you have or who you become
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But about love, laughter and peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5996085983429858550?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5996085983429858550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5996085983429858550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5996085983429858550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5996085983429858550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2011/05/game-of-life.html' title='The Game of Life'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1291105802014905732</id><published>2011-04-05T15:21:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T16:03:14.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I want to write the best book, poem, song there is out there!
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But then I wonder if I will ever be good enough,
&lt;br&gt;
then I hear this stories about those who became famous in a day for just writing in the worst of their life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, here I am. Just trying.
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Not to become famous, but to give to the world in return of the many lesson learned.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
If I was to give what the world gave me, I would probably be in war with it right now.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
But, don't we have to change our ways of thinking?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

My parents thought me to fight bad with good,
&lt;br&gt;
which sometimes many of us forget to do so.
&lt;br&gt;

Simply because it's easier.
&lt;br&gt;
But at the end of the day
&lt;br&gt;
what good do you get for yourself after doing bad with bad?
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I know for me is more of the same,
&lt;br&gt;
of that thing that I complain so much about... OTHERS.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Then if I can't change others, I'll change my own ways.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

No, not really changing.
&lt;br&gt;
More like re-adjusting my old believes with what I know now!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Think about it...
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If you would know then, what you know now,
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I bet you would have done things differently back then.
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Well, now I have the opportunity to do that.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
To learn from myself, from others, from the world and make the best decisions for myself from this point on.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;

Because if I'm tired of the same things the world offers,
&lt;br&gt;
then I might as well give the world the option of something different or more like someone.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And proof to the world that it is never to late to...
&lt;br&gt;
Make a difference and be different.
&lt;br&gt;
To change, be better and feel good about yourself.
&lt;br&gt;
Not just because, but with a purpose of leaving a mark somehow.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I heard once that if you want something bad enough you will get it.
&lt;br&gt;
But you have to move towards it to put things in motion.

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I know I still don't have all the answers to my doubts and questions and all those thoughts in my head.
&lt;br&gt;
But I will try everything as long as I live to uncover those I can,
&lt;br&gt;
to understand them and embrace the learnings.
&lt;br&gt;

&lt;br&gt;
This is not the beginning, yet not the end.
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This I can say is my meantime of finding what is lost!&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/30807355-1291105802014905732?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1291105802014905732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1291105802014905732&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1291105802014905732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1291105802014905732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2011/04/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-8640125353369089814</id><published>2010-12-24T00:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:53:23.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se pierde...</title><content type='html'>Se pierde el foco de la razon, aquella por la que estamos aqui
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La esencia de quienes somos desvanece en el tiempo.
&lt;br&gt;
A dejado de existir la inosencia de cuando niños.
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Los corazones se endurecen,
&lt;br&gt;
la economia coge su propia cara.
&lt;br&gt;
Y la base de un pais
&lt;br&gt;
se convierte en imperio dominante abusivo a la libertad.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ya no existe, lo que una vez fue, dejo de ser.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Lo que nos enseñaron, se perdio en el desierto y sus torbellinos de arena.
&lt;br&gt;
El amor es solo una palabra que se escucha bonita
&lt;br&gt;
ya nadie tan siquiera sabe su significado.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Somos reservados para nosotros mismos...
&lt;br&gt;
primero yo, segundo yo y tercero (si existe tiempo) el resto del mundo.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ya no se sabe lo que es una buena conversacion
&lt;br&gt;
sin palabras irientes.
&lt;br&gt;
Una compañia
&lt;br&gt;
sin agendas escondidas.
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Se a perdido la esencia,
&lt;br&gt;
quienes somos,
&lt;br&gt;
lo que nos enseñaron
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y la alegria.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
La naturaleza misma esta en nuestra contra.
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Se a perdido sin esperanza en recuperar lo que una vez fue nuestro.
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Solo queda en el recuerdo aquellos buenos tiempos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-8640125353369089814?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/8640125353369089814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=8640125353369089814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8640125353369089814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8640125353369089814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-pierde.html' title='Se pierde...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5170487875008996915</id><published>2010-12-02T02:30:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:38:13.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood</title><content type='html'>Does it really exist that place where you can detach yourself from this one?
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Sometimes I'm misunderstood!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
There's a way my head works and not everyone can really put the pieces together on how it does.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I see things everyone else don't pay attention to.
&lt;br&gt;
I resolve things by just taking the time to listen to my ideas in silence.
&lt;br&gt;
When I don't have a solution for something I need to make sure my next step is not invaine and if it is i need to prepare myself for the fall.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I don't understand if I am my own world...
&lt;br&gt;
Why do I have to prove myself to be in tune with everyone else?
&lt;br&gt;
Just because society says is the rule.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to be mixed up.
&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to be one more face.
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Im tired of the repeated story,
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Even more to be misunderstood!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5170487875008996915?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5170487875008996915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5170487875008996915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5170487875008996915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5170487875008996915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2010/12/missunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2197481129850107956</id><published>2010-11-20T16:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:26:39.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray</title><content type='html'>I felt blue the other day,
&lt;br&gt;
but then a sunshine sneak out from the cloud
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and it turned white.
&lt;br&gt;
But with the every day rain,
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now is gray,
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which is not that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-2197481129850107956?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2197481129850107956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2197481129850107956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2197481129850107956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2197481129850107956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2010/11/gray.html' title='Gray'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6848073566976664281</id><published>2010-11-18T01:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:28:56.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a BIG world...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I don't know where I'm heading.
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I feel so lost in my own translation.
&lt;br&gt;
I do not know what's going to happen next
&lt;br&gt;
And to tell you the truth,
&lt;br&gt;
I don't even know if I'll make it for tomorrow.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Sometime I just wish I could die.
&lt;br&gt;
I know I might sound to dark about to cross the insanity line.
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But I do wonder, what's at the other side.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to continue stressing
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Even less hurting.
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I am not heart broken, at least not yet.
&lt;br&gt;
But this life it's not getting any easier.
&lt;br&gt;
I try my best to be optimistic,
&lt;br&gt;
To open my arms for possibilities
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Keep options open.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
But this world it's so BiG
&lt;br&gt;
It just kills the dream.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I know there are many like me out there.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
No matter what you do,
&lt;br&gt;
How you do it, and how many times you try...
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It just seems worthless.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I feel defeated, although I know there are worst than me
&lt;br&gt;
They just don't pay my bills.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Damn life, I just wish things where different.
&lt;br&gt;
Stable job, house, better car and no debts.
&lt;br&gt;
Maybe then my boo would stop looking at me...
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The way no one likes to be looked at.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I wish things where different,
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Maybe I would still have strength to continue.
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But I don't know if I care anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6848073566976664281?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6848073566976664281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6848073566976664281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6848073566976664281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6848073566976664281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-big-world.html' title='It&apos;s a BIG world...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5759067948136205117</id><published>2010-08-05T01:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:06:56.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se a perdido!</title><content type='html'>No existe perfección.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
No existen trabajos sin fallas&lt;br&gt;
Tampoco, familias sin disfunciones&lt;br&gt;
Muy pocos amigos genuinos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Y ya, los amores puros casi en extinción.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Hemos perdido dirección&lt;br&gt;
La conciencia y humildad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5759067948136205117?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5759067948136205117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5759067948136205117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5759067948136205117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5759067948136205117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2010/08/se-perdido.html' title='Se a perdido!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5761939598007279817</id><published>2009-12-04T06:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:00:05.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gira Virtual "Valle de la Inspiración"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te amo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Dos palabras perdidas en la oscuridad nocturna al pernoctar.
&lt;br&gt;
Susurradas al oído en un enlace de amor.
&lt;br&gt;
Entrelazadas en el carmesí carnoso de nuestras fauces.
&lt;br&gt;
Dos palabras que son catalíticos de la lumbre de tu epidermis.
&lt;br&gt;
Voces rítmicas que tún tunean en mi pecho.
&lt;br&gt;
Caminantes errantes a tu lado.
&lt;br&gt;
Feromonas que perfuman tu anatomía.
&lt;br&gt;
Dos palabras conjugadas por nuestras bocas.
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Transcendentes, perpetuas, perennes.
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El nudo de nuestro existir.
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por: AR de Hernández&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5761939598007279817?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5761939598007279817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5761939598007279817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5761939598007279817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5761939598007279817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/12/gira-virtual-valle-de-la-inspiracion.html' title='Gira Virtual &quot;Valle de la Inspiración&quot;'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7233291572504877496</id><published>2009-12-02T02:00:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T04:43:26.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gira Virtual "Valle de la Inspiración"</title><content type='html'>A Puño y Letra sera parte de una gran gira virtual.
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Alexandra Román estara visitandonos en los proximos dos dias, para compartir con ustedes un poema. Mientras tanto conoce sobre la escritora y su gran gira virtual.
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Se parte de esta gran experiencia!
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Programa Gira Virtual&lt;/span&gt;
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    Por tres semanas la autora Alexandra Román de Hernández visitará un grupo diverso de bitácoras (blogs) y páginas cibernéticas dedicadas a exponer el mundo literario. Está será una presentación virtual, en donde podrás no solo disfrutar de entrevistas a la autora, leer reseñas del libro; ensayos, poemas y cuentos escritos por AR de Hernández. También tendrás la oportunidad de conocer la diversidad que estos blogs traen al público que disfruta de una buena lectura.
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    De igual forma la autora en su blog (&lt;a href="http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;) y en la página oficial de la novela (&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiraci%C3%83%C2%B3n"&gt;www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiración&lt;/a&gt;), presentará a los anfitriones de estos blogs, que de igual forma compartirán con ustedes sus poemas, cuentos o ensayos.
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    ¡Espero la disfruten y se diviertan!
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Introducción de la novela:&lt;/span&gt;
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Nailah, la protagonista de esta novela, es una joven escritora que viaja a Egipto con una amiga egiptóloga para localizar el Valle de la Inspiración, con el fin de recuperar a su inspiración, perdida tras la muerte de su padre. La búsqueda se convierte en una aventura en la que deberá contactar con los feligreses de una antigua religión, únicos conocedores del camino que conduce al valle.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El Valle de la Inspiración&lt;/span&gt; es una historia de aventura y fantasía, que invita a explorar el mitológico mundo egipcio a través de los ojos de una joven forjadora de letras, y a comprender que hay veces en las que necesitamos perder nuestras fuentes de inspiración, para darnos cuenta que somos capaces de alcanzar nuestras metas si creemos en nosotros mismos.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biografía de la autora:&lt;/span&gt;
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Madre, esposa, amiga, escritora, son algunas de las palabras que describen a esta forjadora de letras. Bayamón la vio nacer el 7 de diciembre de 1977, pero su hogar siempre ha sido la ciudad llanera de Toa Baja. Desde joven sintió atracción por la palabra escrita, y se convirtió en una voraz lectora. La lectura le sirvió de inspiración, en especial la fantasía y la ficción, y es en su juventud que hace sus primeros intentos en literatura con simples versos y poemas, es a través de ellos que se da cuenta que su atracción es por la narración.
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Puede visitar a la autora en:
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&lt;a href="http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com"&gt;http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="www.twitter.com/AlexandraRoman"&gt;www.twitter.com/AlexandraRoman&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="www.facebook.com/AlexandraRomandeHernandez"&gt;www.facebook.com/AlexandraRomandeHernandez&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;a href="www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiracion"&gt;www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiracion&lt;/a&gt;
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Primera Semana&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nov. 30:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Libro sin Tinta&lt;/span&gt; de María del Carmen, &lt;a href="http://www.librosintinta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://librosintinta.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, Facebook Group/Libro sin tinta
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El blog de Welzen&lt;/span&gt; de Welzen, &lt;a href="http://welzen.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://welzen.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mis Experiencias Plasmadas en unas cuantas Letras&lt;/span&gt; de Flor M. Peña, &lt;a href="http://seremejorquecoelho.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seremejorquecoelho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic.3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Blowing Branches&lt;/span&gt; de Patty Godinez, &lt;a href="http://pattygodinez.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pattygodinez.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 4:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Puño y Letra&lt;/span&gt; de Jiny, &lt;a href="http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segunda Seman&lt;/span&gt;a
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 7:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Susan Mckinney&lt;/span&gt; de Susan Mckinney de Ortega, &lt;a href="http://susanmckinney.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://susanmckinney.blogspot.com
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 8:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Plataforma de Autores Noveles&lt;/span&gt; de Silvia Ochoa, &lt;a href="http://plataformaautoresnoveles.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://plataformaautoresnoveles.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, Facebook Group: Plataforma de Autores Noveles &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=97009783252&amp;amp;ref=ts#/group.php?gid=97009783252&amp;amp;v=info&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=97009783252&amp;amp;ref=ts#/group.php?gid=97009783252&amp;amp;v=info&amp;amp;ref=ts&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 9:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El Arte de la Literatura&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://elartedelaliteratura.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elartedelaliteratura.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.arteliteratura.net/"&gt;www.arteliteratura.net&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 10:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Primer Intento&lt;/span&gt; de Luis F. Alejos, &lt;a href="http://tryforonce.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tryforonce.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 11:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Desde las Palabras&lt;/span&gt; de Mildred Meléndez, &lt;a href="http://desdelaspalabras.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://desdelaspalabras.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;, Facebook Networked blog: &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/desde_las_palabras"&gt;http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/desde_las_palabras&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tercera Semana&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 14:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cajón de Historias&lt;/span&gt; de Ismael Cruceta, &lt;a href="http://cajondehistorias.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://cajondehistorias.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, Facebook page/Cajón de historias
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 15:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Un libro, una aventura&lt;/span&gt; de Ainhoa Vargas, &lt;a href="http://mi-mundo-de-fantasia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mi-mundo-de-fantasia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;,
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 16:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El Devorador de Libros&lt;/span&gt; de Marina García, &lt;a href="http://devoradoresdelibros.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://devoradoresdelibros.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 17:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PositiBoricua.com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://positiboricua.com/"&gt;http://positiboricua.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 18:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;El Rincón de las Palabras Muertas&lt;/span&gt; de Fran Bermejo, &lt;a href="http://elpisapoeta.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://elpisapoeta.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Dic. 21:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alexandra Román’s Mink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://alexandraroman.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;, Sorteo de la novela: 1 copia tapa dura, y 2 de tapa blanda en el blog. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiracion"&gt;www.facebook.com/elvalledelainspiracion&lt;/a&gt; Sorteo para los fans: 1 copia tapa dura, y 2 de tapa blanda.
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EL VALLE DE LA INSPIRACIÓN es una novela de ficción y aventura por Alexandra Román de Hernández, publicada por Lulu.com. ISBN: 9780578035017
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Se puede conseguir a través de &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com"&gt;www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com"&gt;www.lulu.com&lt;/a&gt; (ID #7470706), y pueden hacer pedidos a través de las tiendas Borders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7233291572504877496?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7233291572504877496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7233291572504877496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7233291572504877496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7233291572504877496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/11/gira-virtual-valle-de-la-inspiracion.html' title='Gira Virtual &quot;Valle de la Inspiración&quot;'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/SxjLcqRDlkI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PKRgOYnR8o4/s72-c/13052_342106610480_624780480_9876102_6713297_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7900124728313574981</id><published>2009-09-25T05:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:13:50.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me feel</title><content type='html'>You make me feel like I can do anything. The way you are with me makes my heart melt. You bring the best in me to share with you and with the world. You are my one of a kind. I've travel over seas to find the most amazing person I could ever meet. And turns out I got lucky having you by my side.
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You've open my eyes to the world, myself and most important to love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7900124728313574981?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7900124728313574981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7900124728313574981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7900124728313574981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7900124728313574981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-me-feel.html' title='you make me feel'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6572573634667129522</id><published>2009-09-24T03:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T05:12:57.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you think of me?</title><content type='html'>When alone in bed no one holds your hand and as you fall asleep, do you dream of me?
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Have you ever wonder, what would have happen if you had never let me go?
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No one will be good enough. No one will mature up to your high standards the way I ever did.
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When you spend time with her, do you think of me?
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Do you miss the attentions, patience, love and my affections?
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I bet you still look for me in the middle of the night and wish I was there with you when things are not to hot. But even more wish I was there to share the good moments together.
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Have you found someone that makes you laugh the way I do or have conversations that make you loose track of time?
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I know you learn a lot from me and wish we could still be together.
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When no one else understands you, do you think of me?
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I lost myself when you left. My life got turned up side down and now I have more experience than no one in a year. But some one took your place and showed me another side to love. I am truly happy, I'm myself a hundred percent. Even more important someone who understands me!
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Sometimes I do wonder. But not enough to let me go back. 'Cause I don't want to go again through all that we did. You made me happy for a time but the expiration date is due.
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I'm glad we can be friends and you will always have a special place in my heart. But is just not the same.
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Have you ever wonder if you would have done things different what would had happen, were would we be now?
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We could have had the best life together, but you realize a little to late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6572573634667129522?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6572573634667129522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6572573634667129522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6572573634667129522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6572573634667129522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/09/do-you-think-of-me.html' title='do you think of me?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2376602814070823168</id><published>2009-09-04T05:52:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T06:11:19.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>En el tiempo deje de ser yo</title><content type='html'>Me extravío en el infinito, en ese viaje de nubes que hago tan mío.
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Entre cada espacio sideral me voy percatando
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que ya no existe la memoria del pasado.
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En el momento veo el futuro con mas claridad.
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Tu hoy eres mi presente.
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Me quito de mi para hacerme mas de ti.
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Ahora no soy,
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en el tiempo deje de ser yo para ser mejor junto contigo.
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Me desprendo con los ojos vendados
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en paracaídas al aire agarrada de manos a ti.
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Tu existes para llevarme poco a poco por la vida
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y  descubrir esa mujer que llevo dentro de mi.
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Olvide, pero me hiciste recordar .
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Me regalaste un par de espejuelos
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para ver mas colorida y clara la vida.
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Me abrazaste y recobre las fuerzas perdidas.
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Me besaste y volví a creer en fantasías.
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Llegaste a mi como hoja en otoño
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y aquel verano cambiaste mi entorno.
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Volví a nacer gracias a ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-2376602814070823168?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2376602814070823168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2376602814070823168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2376602814070823168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2376602814070823168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-el-tiempo-deje-de-ser-yo.html' title='En el tiempo deje de ser yo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6054526188646785647</id><published>2009-08-23T02:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:52:04.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chameleon</title><content type='html'>I walk like a chameleon and even sometimes look like one.
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No one can really tell what’s inside.
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I walk like a chameleon because someone always wants something out of me. That wolf is hiding somewhere as a sheep and if I'm not careful I might get bit. My simpleness, good heart and sense of humor it all comes with the beauty.
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I’m not good to a person because I want to end up in bed with them; I’m always true from day one. But I have a bitterness filling towards them, because they call themselves friends and at the end of the day all they want is to get into my pants.
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I’m an all in one package. That doesn’t mean that I’m for everyone package!
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I’m tired of those who think I’m stupid,
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just because I’m a good person.
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I am very patience when it comes to others, but don’t push my buttons cause they can get broken!
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Eventually it will come down to one thing. I’m going to start cutting people out of my life if they don’t get the clue once and for all… being like that is not cute and even less fun. I’m tired of people looking at me like if I was some kind of meet waiting to be eaten one way or another.
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PLEASE GET THE CLUE, stop doing what you do and just walk out if that’s all you will ever be. A sick little puppy wanting what you could never have… ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6054526188646785647?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6054526188646785647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6054526188646785647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6054526188646785647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6054526188646785647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/08/chameleon.html' title='Chameleon'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1816557088009843419</id><published>2009-08-21T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T00:08:45.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A La Luz De Una Vela</title><content type='html'>A la luz de una vela me perdi por unos mundos prohibidos
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al toque de una posibilidad ante tantos sueños rotos.
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A la luz de una vela me escurri por la ranura de esta realidad
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y brinque a otra de miles deseos esperando ser encontrados.
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A la luz de una vela descubri que tu existias
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y alli esperabas paciente que yo me entregara.
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No contare a nadie la noche que a la luz de una vela
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me entregue por siempre a ti.
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Sin olvidar que cuatro horas despues
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quedamos a oscuras a la luz de la luna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-1816557088009843419?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1816557088009843419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1816557088009843419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1816557088009843419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1816557088009843419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-luz-de-una-vela.html' title='A La Luz De Una Vela'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-3468820048546760572</id><published>2009-08-09T06:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:33:44.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/Sn6lUKPqXSI/AAAAAAAAABg/PSgRE6ccJuE/s1600-h/polaroid+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/Sn6lUKPqXSI/AAAAAAAAABg/PSgRE6ccJuE/s320/polaroid+star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367909571638222114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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I was. I became. I am
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My past is in the past and made me a better person.
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My present is even better, beyond imagination.
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My future is a mystery that I want to discover.
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Life’s not perfect. I made so many mistakes in my past and I know there are many more to come in my future. But I’m so grateful for every single one of them. I appreciate what I have and don’t. Yet I keep seeking for more. Because I don’t regret anything I have done, so I don’t want to regret what I haven’t being able to do.
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My past brought me here. It showed me the way to you. At first I didn’t get why. I was so emerge in my own bubble world: my air and space, my friends and life, my mistakes. But you snapped me back to reality. I might have said this many times before, but never understood the real meaning, “You are one of a kind”.
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I was lost and you took me by your hand. You stood by me, even when I pushed you away, or at least I tried anyways. You bring so much joy into my life. Having you next to me is like a trip to heaven: smooth, sweet and amazing.
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You stepped into my life, to create a new world together!
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Our past is in the past.
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Our present is greater than what we expected.
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Our future is yet to discover together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-3468820048546760572?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/3468820048546760572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=3468820048546760572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3468820048546760572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3468820048546760572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/08/bubble-world.html' title='Bubble World'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/Sn6lUKPqXSI/AAAAAAAAABg/PSgRE6ccJuE/s72-c/polaroid+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-817201490760075621</id><published>2009-05-26T03:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:32:15.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>any other day</title><content type='html'>Is there any good reason for me not to love you?
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When I think of you the word "amazing" come to mind.
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You are one of a kind.
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With your way with people and your passion for what you love.
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Is like a magnet to everything around you.
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We are almost like twin souls but you are innocent and I've just lived a lil more.
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I might not have dimonds but I got my heart.
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I might give you headache sometimes but ill make you feel lucky having me by your side.
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If there is something I Know how to be is a lover and a friend. 
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Show me that you love me not by giving me the most expensive gifts, but with small little details showing you pay attention to my words.
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Win my heart and you'll have it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-817201490760075621?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/817201490760075621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=817201490760075621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/817201490760075621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/817201490760075621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/05/any-other-day.html' title='any other day'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-8780142960871065880</id><published>2009-05-19T01:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T10:38:37.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Primera Vez</title><content type='html'>Esa primera vez como cuando chica distinguía esa sensación
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donde mi cuerpo no controlaba el sentido.
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Esa primera vez cuando contrasté aquellos labios tiernos
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llenos de pretensiones por querer lo mismo que yo.
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Ese primer toque cuando sus dedos caminaron mi espalda
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y todo mi cuerpo sentía frío y calor.
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La primera vez cuando descubres otra parte de ti.
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Recuerdo bien el sentimiento de avaricia y aventura
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de querer más y más.
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Cuando tu instinto dice no, pero tu cuerpo pide a gritos un "si".
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Ese inicial momento cuando perdida entre besos y abrazos
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llegue a un lugar que creía inalcanzable.
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Entre pasión, excitación y lujuria
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mi alma conquistó su máxima expresión.
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Esa primera vez cuando parece que todo es prohibido
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Y el momento parece un juego de niños.
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Pero no hay nada como la PrImErA vEz que haces el amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-8780142960871065880?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/8780142960871065880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=8780142960871065880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8780142960871065880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8780142960871065880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/05/primera-vez.html' title='Primera Vez'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4935736869982079903</id><published>2009-04-08T03:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:09:26.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>me pierdo</title><content type='html'>Las indiferencias me hacen mas fuerte.
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La dulzura de tus palabras me hacen meserme en el viento.
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En tus ojos me pierdo...
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Pienso que seria bueno arriesgarlo todo nuevamente.
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Puesto q tu amor es el unico que me comprende.
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Te ame, te lo dije.
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Te amo, te recuerdo
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Y siempre te amare, mi promesa!
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Tu alma y la mia comprenetan como si hubiesen sido destinadas a morir juntas.
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Tu piel, oh tu piel...
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Que me pierdo en las curvas de tu cuerpo en ese vago recuerdo que tengo de ti.
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Pero llevo intacto los momentos mas perfectos que tuve contigo.
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Cuanto te extrano!
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Si pasa el tiempo y aun en las noches busco tu calor.
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Te extrano!
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Pues no hay nadie que me conosca mejor que tu...
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Mis manias, mis ideas locas y mi forma de amar!
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Cuanto daria por tenerte en mis brazos sin dejarte ir.
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Para sentir que te tengo por siempre, aunque por siempre exista en fantasias!
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Ojala algun dia me puedas ver y darte cuenta que lo que dejastes ir, siempre fue tuyo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4935736869982079903?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4935736869982079903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4935736869982079903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4935736869982079903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4935736869982079903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/04/las-indiferencias-me-hacen-mas-fuerte.html' title='me pierdo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6825527558874766305</id><published>2009-04-06T02:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:11:02.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sola</title><content type='html'>Cuando las cosas parecen ir bien, entonces todo cambia!
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Que puedo hacer?
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Creare un mundo para mi, aunque suene egoista.
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Creare mi propio espacio y controlare mi aire.
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Aunque sea sola!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6825527558874766305?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6825527558874766305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6825527558874766305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6825527558874766305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6825527558874766305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/04/sola.html' title='sola'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-9191382068314662663</id><published>2009-03-15T00:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T00:55:57.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ink...</title><content type='html'>My life is a movie...
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Where the characters make my everyday more interesting.
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I write and all of them take life.
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I'm living and living my own!
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Stories come out of my fingers like they where just made for me.
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Thoughts are not thoughts no more, but a reality.
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I don't sleep I just think of a next move
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a next story, a next chapter...
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People have to always talk,
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cuz they know there is more of me than just what they see.
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There is something more that attracts them.
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I don't think to high of myself, but I am just me
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and is exciting to discover always something new.
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I write in ink the story of my life
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waiting for some more chapters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-9191382068314662663?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/9191382068314662663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=9191382068314662663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9191382068314662663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9191382068314662663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/03/ink.html' title='Ink...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7124239726591916468</id><published>2009-03-02T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:10:59.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye London</title><content type='html'>Words don't start to describe how I feel. My love for you is pure as a baby smile.
Last night was a magical night, although you are leaving I feel closer than before.
I was blessed the day I met you and everyday I'm even more to actually have you in my life. Amazing and Positive... to words that describe you just perfect. You are one in a million and I'm glad everything happen for a reason because you just happened to happen!
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to my big sister of life "Jess"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7124239726591916468?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7124239726591916468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7124239726591916468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7124239726591916468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7124239726591916468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/03/bye-bye-london.html' title='bye bye London'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7179335005771244403</id><published>2009-02-26T11:23:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:13:20.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Encontrandome...</title><content type='html'>Como un niño pequeño
&lt;br&gt;
cuando esta descubriendo su cuerpo y su alrededor.
&lt;br&gt;
Cuando sientes esas mariposas en el estomago
&lt;br&gt;
al ver esa persona que te aloca
&lt;br&gt;
y mas aun tocar sus labios en ese primer beso que nunca olvidaras.
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Acaso acuerdas el dia que dijistes tu primera palabra?
&lt;br&gt;
O cuando todo lo que decias era no?
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Encontrarse es como hacer el amor por primera vez.
&lt;br&gt;
Puede ser aterrador por un momento, pero luego...
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Encontrandome como el artista y su musa
&lt;br&gt;
en esa primera creacion despues de tantas horas de empeño.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Encontrandome como el escritor y sus ideas
&lt;br&gt;
en su viaje de mil pensamientos.
&lt;br&gt;
Donde quizas hayan sueños rotos, intentos fallidos,
&lt;br&gt;
historias creadas y deseos en el olvido.
&lt;br&gt;
Pero no hay quien se interponga entre el y sus palabras.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ahora despues de tantos años de saber quien era
&lt;br&gt;
la vida me hiso chocar con la realidad.
&lt;br&gt;
Me hiso parar esta inconstancia de sentimientos vagabundos
&lt;br&gt;
y tomar un momento para pensar.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
En realidad analizar de donde vengo y hacia donde voy.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Ahora poco a poco me voy encontrando
&lt;br&gt;
y en el proceso formando en esa persona extraordinaria
&lt;br&gt;
que en un momento olvide que tan siquiera existia.
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Me derrumbo y poco a poco me creo.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Encuentro a esa niña creativa y jugetona
&lt;br&gt;
Quizas algo timida y vulnerable.
&lt;br&gt;
Aveces me sienta invensible porque creo tenerlo todo en mis manos
&lt;br&gt;
pero luego recuerdo que nada es mio y que ando prestada aqui.
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Me encuentro caminando por el bosque
&lt;br&gt;
un poco perdida y dejando que las hojas me enseñen el camino.
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Me encuentro, aveces me pierdo
&lt;br&gt;
pero derrepente vuelvo y veo con mas claridad.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Me encuentro aqui, ahora.
&lt;br&gt;
Viviendo cada minuto.
&lt;br&gt;
Esperando cada hora y soñando con lo que mañana sera.
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Me encuentro y doy un viaje a cada esquina de mi interior
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por eso de que me falte algo por descubrir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7179335005771244403?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7179335005771244403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7179335005771244403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7179335005771244403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7179335005771244403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/02/encontrandome.html' title='Encontrandome...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6826291762548067223</id><published>2009-02-14T07:20:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:06:59.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>When no one thought I could make it
&lt;br&gt;
and everything seem lost for my eyes.
&lt;br&gt;
You believed and showed me what it was right in front.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You tough me to trust myself.
&lt;br&gt;
You open the door of many possibilities
&lt;br&gt;
when you showed me the way.
&lt;br&gt;
Right then my life begun to change.
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I once more, believe!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
When no one saw me as I am, you did and above from beyond.
&lt;br&gt;
When I couldn't even understand,
&lt;br&gt;
you were patience enough to stick around.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I lost connection with my soul.
&lt;br&gt;
Recently I've learn there is so much more about me
&lt;br&gt;
I didn't even knew it exist. I was to blind to see!
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I've been silent, listening to my inner voice.
&lt;br&gt;
I've been hiding; But not no more.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Now I want to be loud, letting the world know I'm here.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I AM READY!
&lt;br&gt;
"Watch out world, are you ready for me?"
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It takes just one person to see and another to believe.
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I got lucky, the day you saw me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6826291762548067223?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6826291762548067223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6826291762548067223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6826291762548067223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6826291762548067223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/02/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1463441450837502797</id><published>2009-02-10T06:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T06:19:20.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One More</title><content type='html'>I get up. It still dark and cold. I can't seem to fall asleep. My head is spinning with so many things I need to do. I don't really know how to start. I sit on the edge of my bed while I think.
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"I need to do something "pronto", this is really driving me crazy. I don't know how I made it this far, but I don't wanna keep wondering what will happen next. I need to take control of my life now."
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I want to smoke, but I'm trying to quit. How can I really quit with so much stress?
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I crave for one more!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Then I try to remind myself that I can get cancer quicker if I continue smoking. No, no, no I'm not gonna smoke. One more can lead you to the next one and the next thing you know you're still smoking.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
I know what I need to do, I need to move my ass out of bed and do what I need to do. I'll start with writing down a list.
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I get up from bed, I turn the light on and grab everything I need to make that list.
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To do list:
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#1....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-1463441450837502797?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1463441450837502797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1463441450837502797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1463441450837502797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1463441450837502797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more.html' title='One More'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-657653299486796941</id><published>2009-02-07T19:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:30:42.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contare una historia</title><content type='html'>Pienso y reflexiono con una botella de vino en la mano.
&lt;br&gt;
Me pregunto que a pasado conmigo y mi vida.
&lt;br&gt;
Me he dado cuenta que es tiempo de cambios.
&lt;br&gt;
Cambios que me haran ser una mujer,
&lt;br&gt;
Ya no sere la niña escurridisa como sombra trapesista.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Ya no sere, ahora me creo.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Me derrumbo, para poder ir construyendo cada esquina de mi ser poco a poco.
Sera un arte, una obra maestra.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
La obra maestra de mi vida!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Me siento y reflexiono con un cigarrillo entre labios.
&lt;br&gt;
Es año de dejar de fumar, de dejar atras muchos habitos que en el proceso de llegar aqui adapte y los hice mio.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Es hora de crecer, de dejar que otros vean quien soy.
&lt;br&gt;
Ya el jugar a las escondidas es una vieja historia.
&lt;br&gt;
Me derrumbo y me creo... y en  mi nace una nueva historia!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Una historia que le contara al mundo lo dicho y lo omitido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-657653299486796941?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/657653299486796941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=657653299486796941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/657653299486796941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/657653299486796941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/02/contare-una-historia.html' title='Contare una historia'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-9082386122118563848</id><published>2009-01-29T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:55:15.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of one</title><content type='html'>I don't necessarily agree with what you do
&lt;br&gt;
I'm terrified that something might happen.
&lt;br&gt;
Everyday I pray, for God to keep you safe.
&lt;br&gt;
I don't want to loose my only.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
But today I let you go.
&lt;br&gt;
Today I put my fears aside and let you free.
&lt;br&gt;
Free as a bird.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You are entitled to your own actions and decisions.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
And today my big brother I feel proud.
&lt;br&gt;
Cuz regardless of what people might have said
&lt;br&gt;
and what the world was going through
&lt;br&gt;
you were brave enough to follow your heart
&lt;br&gt;
and do what you thought was best for you.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Sometimes I get scared
&lt;br&gt;
but I know you love what you do
&lt;br&gt;
so if that makes you happy, I'll support you all the way!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
We might not agree in many things
&lt;br&gt;
but I'm so proud of you, just cause your my brother!
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You are my army, the army of one!
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Pray for Our Troops&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-9082386122118563848?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/9082386122118563848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=9082386122118563848&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9082386122118563848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9082386122118563848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/01/army-of-one.html' title='Army of one'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2004624050781989719</id><published>2009-01-28T00:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:56:02.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansada casi me rindo</title><content type='html'>Estoy cansada de correr
&lt;br&gt;
De tratar y tratar, para no ver nada.
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Tengo miedo, tengo miedo de perder. De perder toda una vida de esfuerzos para entonces, nada. Por primera vez en tanto tiempo me siento vulnerable. Vulnerable a la vida, no al amor. Vulnerable a sentir que no sirvio de nada el esfuerzo que con muchos sacrificios me costo llegar hasta donde estoy. Me siento desnuda, totalmente al descubierto delante de un mundo que nisiquiera sabe quien soy. Estoy, parada me encuentro, apunto de caerme al vacio pues camino en cuerda floja y cada paso que doy parecen tambalear. Pues siento que camino en el aire.
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Quiero gritar, pero no puedo. Puesto que llevo gritando toda mi vida y mi voz ya no mas. He quedado sin aire, sin palabras, sin voz!
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Que mas puedo hacer?
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Si en todos mis intentos siento fracaso. Y no me arrepiento, porque es que ante cada paso incierto me hacen una mujer fuerte.
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Frustrada..
&lt;br&gt;
Cansada, casi me rindo!
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Pero no, no permito. No permitire que el momento del presente me haga bajar la cabeza y rendir los brazos. Caminare y seguire luchando. Luchando por lo que creo, por lo que me llena a capacidad. Luchar por lo que es mio y por mas. Porque el cielo no es el limite. Y aunque me sienta desmayar, caminare.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Caminare por lugares que aun no he andado antes. Y se que vere, vere un mundo nuevo. Un mundo donde me sentire orgullosa de estar, porque sufri, porque llore, porque rei. Entonces vi desde abajo lo que es estar arriba, pero estando arriba recordare lo que es estar abajo.
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Frustrada..
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Cansada, casi me rindo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-2004624050781989719?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2004624050781989719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2004624050781989719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2004624050781989719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2004624050781989719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/01/cansada-casi-me-rindo.html' title='Cansada casi me rindo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5150182559886802862</id><published>2009-01-25T08:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T08:54:53.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiga</title><content type='html'>Tu eres esa pieza que completa mi rompecabezas.
&lt;br&gt;
Si hay alguien con quien comparto mis alegrias y mis penas, eres tu.
&lt;br&gt;
No hay persona mas paciente, atenta y cariñosa.
&lt;br&gt;
Que me haga reir y conosca cada detalle de mi.
&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Eres como mi hermana, pero pesas mas que sangre.
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Amiga, si hay alguien que mas amo en esta vida eres tu.
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Cuando mis ideas locas recorren mi cabeza
&lt;br&gt;
la primera persona a la que llamo es a ti.
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Gracias por ser tan parte de mi vida.
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Por contar conmigo y creer en mi.
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Tan solo gracias por ser mi amiga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5150182559886802862?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5150182559886802862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5150182559886802862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5150182559886802862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5150182559886802862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/01/amiga.html' title='Amiga'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2087093841828985740</id><published>2009-01-23T04:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T04:47:14.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my hands are tight</title><content type='html'>My hands are tight
&lt;br&gt;
my lips are sealed.
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Maybe I made a mistake
&lt;br&gt;
maybe I'll regret it later.
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I know what I'm letting go.
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I know it could have been great.
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But what's done is done!
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I tight my hands
&lt;br&gt;
put tape around my mouth
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and throw myself in the deepest ocean.
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I don't want to feel
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I don't want to hurt no more.
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I just want to pay the damage I've caused!
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Is not that I didn't feel or still do
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I know I'll miss you and forever.
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But maybe I was just a mission and is already done!
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I tight my hands, seal my lips and close my eyes.
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I cant believe I let you go,
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but what's done is done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-2087093841828985740?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2087093841828985740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2087093841828985740&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2087093841828985740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2087093841828985740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-hands-are-tighten.html' title='my hands are tight'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2688147749046929353</id><published>2009-01-14T02:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:53:06.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i could but i wont</title><content type='html'>I could make you love me how I want, but I won't.
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Is unfair for both.
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I want you to feel free to be your own person.
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I could make you do so many things if I put my mind into it,
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but I won't!
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Is not healthy to think I own your mind.
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I just want you, as you are, as you can be.
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I know I can show you real love.
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Love where you feel comfortable to be,
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to come and go as you please.
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Cuz we both are free to be different,
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to enjoy life apart and yet be together as one.
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I know we both had it hard. But that doesn't make us bad people.
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It made us stronger and better.
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I want to have you in my arms and make you mine.
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But you will never be my property.
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I want you to be you and be able to live the life you want.
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But I want to be part of that more amazing person
&lt;br&gt;
I know you'll become.
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I could do so many things, but I won't cuz is not up to me to decide.
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Is destiny making our desires reality!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-2688147749046929353?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2688147749046929353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2688147749046929353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2688147749046929353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2688147749046929353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-could-but-i-wont.html' title='i could but i wont'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4948320883019230097</id><published>2008-10-29T17:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:46:21.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Try to Hide</title><content type='html'>My soul its naked
&lt;br&gt;
my eyes are blindfolded
&lt;br&gt;
My heart its exposed
&lt;br&gt;
I have nowhere to go.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
I'm here in front of you
&lt;br&gt;
ready for you to make me yours.
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&lt;br&gt;
Words unspoken
&lt;br&gt;
in a candle night moment.
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&lt;br&gt;
Behind close doors
&lt;br&gt;
under soft sheets.
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I try to hide!
&lt;br&gt;
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But your penetrating eyes..
&lt;br&gt;
they always get thru me.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
So far, yet you know me so well!
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&lt;br&gt;
Im covered in skin...
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folding and unfolding new things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4948320883019230097?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4948320883019230097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4948320883019230097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4948320883019230097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4948320883019230097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-try-to-hide.html' title='I Try to Hide'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-3658287370825485767</id><published>2008-10-25T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:48:22.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Demencia</title><content type='html'>Todo un saco de sentimientos ambivalentes
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Sueños inconclusos
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Y deseos muertos en la orilla.
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Subditamente me undo en la arena movedisa
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Y no logro ver la salida.
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La luz a lo largo del camino va extinguiendo poco a poco
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Y en el transcurso pierdo el aire.
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No logro encontrar una solucion en el mar de pensamientos, en el mundo de mi cabeza.
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Quiero morir y olvidarme que una vez senti.
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Parece que leo mi propia novela
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Romantica, dramatica, comedia.
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No quiero ser nadie.
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Ahora mismo tan solo quiero vivir.
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He probado el amor
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y he quedado al borde de la demencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-3658287370825485767?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/3658287370825485767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=3658287370825485767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3658287370825485767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3658287370825485767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/10/demencia.html' title='Demencia'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7342106909779313324</id><published>2008-10-15T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T17:52:12.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre la Noche y el Dia...  "sueño"</title><content type='html'>La luna se puso ante el sol
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El día y la noche son gemelas.
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Perdí la noción del tiempo.
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Mi alma es reflejo del cielo
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Las estrellas entristecieron
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Y fugaz se fueron lejos
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Ya no brillan para mí.
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Mi camino es desierto.
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Totalmente a la deriva
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Mi alma se va perdiendo.
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Como cualquier otro día
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Allí me tope con tu reflejo.
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Resplandeciente como siempre para mí
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Pero tan solo un espejismo
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Te quise, te quiero y por siempre.
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&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No hay nadie que me pueda hacer mas feliz
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de lo que tu me hicistes a mi.
&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/30807355-7342106909779313324?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7342106909779313324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7342106909779313324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7342106909779313324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7342106909779313324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/10/entre-la-noche-y-el-dia-sueo.html' title='Entre la Noche y el Dia...  &quot;sueño&quot;'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5590304028321610454</id><published>2008-08-21T23:59:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:57:04.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>unspoken name</title><content type='html'>Main character of my dreams.
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Illusion of mine...
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
You are the prohibited apple
&lt;br&gt;
and yet, I want a taste!
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&lt;br&gt;
I wish I could get lost in your eyes
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Sail through your hair
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Explore the endless possibilities of your body
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and your electrifying kisses.
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&lt;br&gt;
You are the unspoken name.
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My little secret...
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
The only one who knows my true feelings
&lt;br&gt;
and yet I wanna scream, but dont wanna play games.
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If I only could have you as mine
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kiss you endlessly and not just dream that I have you...
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You are the popular cheerleader in school
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And I'm just the girl next door.
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Sweet unspoken name
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unreachable love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5590304028321610454?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5590304028321610454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5590304028321610454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5590304028321610454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5590304028321610454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/08/unspoken-name.html' title='unspoken name'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-179027513834258012</id><published>2008-08-12T05:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T05:02:54.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la almohada, cuatro paredes y yo</title><content type='html'>Escucho el sonido de la noche.
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El silencio que hace mis cabeza girar.
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No duermo,
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Tan solo viajo en posibilidades.
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Y entre tanta oscuridad
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Brilla dentro de mi el vacio.
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Me acompañan las ideas
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En un sueño casi perfecto.
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De aquella realidad
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Donde todo quedo encajonado,
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En tan solo una idea
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De mil pensamiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-179027513834258012?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/179027513834258012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=179027513834258012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/179027513834258012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/179027513834258012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/08/la-almohada-cuatro-paredes-y-yo.html' title='la almohada, cuatro paredes y yo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7676497640072111340</id><published>2008-08-01T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:54:05.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>amor traisionado</title><content type='html'>Mar de sentimientos perdidos
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y recuerdos encontrados.
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&lt;br&gt;
Alli estas tu!
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Amor traisionado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7676497640072111340?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7676497640072111340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7676497640072111340&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7676497640072111340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7676497640072111340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/08/amor-traisionado.html' title='amor traisionado'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7234286258936600032</id><published>2008-07-16T13:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T13:51:46.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Noviembre</title><content type='html'>Que de buena tiene la vida si la persona que dices amar y con quien te acuestas todas las noches, no es mas que un cuerpo caminando por la vida. Te hace sentir como sombra, sin reflejo, sin espiritu y existiendo porque no queda de otra que existir. La vida es simplemente una historia escrita en papel donde las noches son un cuento de adas. Pero en realidad es un trastorno mental.
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Odio las noches, el silencio y la frialdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7234286258936600032?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7234286258936600032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7234286258936600032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7234286258936600032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7234286258936600032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/07/noviembre.html' title='Noviembre'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6682968885419886397</id><published>2008-06-13T00:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:00:11.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I once thought I had my life all figured out.
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Now I have no clue in what I want and were I'm going.
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All I know is that I'm here living the moment. Trying to get what I want step by step while I figure out my deepest desires and dreams.
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I know I can achieve whatever I put my mind into. 
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I'm an spontaneous, creative, lovable, sincere, crazy, respectful person and devoted to people I love. What you see is what you get, no hidden agendas.
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When I love I give more than a hundred percent. I walk the extra mile, with no regrets what so ever. I always put my best out there no matter how many times I get hurt. Cause I think life is just one. Moments pass and never come back. So if I see something good in front of me I just grab the opportunity, you never know maybe that will be the beginning to the rest of my life.
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One thing I know.
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I know what I want out of love...
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Someone that can love me as I am. With my ups and downs. With my flaws and virtues. Someone who wont get tired of me saying "I love you", but who is whiling to say it back from the heart. Who is not ashamed to grab my hand down the street or kiss me in the middle of the mall. Someone who will be faithful just because she loves me. I want someone crystal clear, with no hidden agendas. Someone who will do things with me even if its not something she is crazy about it, but will learn to like just cause it makes me happy. I want someone I can trust with my eyes closed, someone who will be there for me; not just a friend, but a lover and a partner. I'm intense, so I want someone who will be up for it. And definitely someone who can take time to know every aspect of my body, spirit and mind; who can be romantic in bed and daily basis. Last but not least, someone who can make me laugh and respect me as a person.
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I don't want just "s-l-h". I want a deeper connection. I mean I go for anything, I'm easygoing, but still.
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I might sound a little bit exigent, but I know everyone has that. People just don't take time to know themselves and to be patient around the person they say they love.
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My birthday is coming up pretty soon and I just need to figure stuff out. I'm not a teenager anymore, but thank God I'm not that old either... I still got time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6682968885419886397?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6682968885419886397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6682968885419886397&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6682968885419886397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6682968885419886397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-once-thought-i-had-my-life-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5177038445593496250</id><published>2008-05-29T01:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T01:18:22.845-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skipping every second of life</title><content type='html'>Tell me how is it possible...
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to live life skipping the seconds?
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There is no emotion on not knowing
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what happens in front of you
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every time you just had the perfect kiss
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or while you have the greatest of sex
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Or even more, just living the perfect moment
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and not knowing that it even happened.
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Life is not about hiding
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is about confronting what comes on your way.
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There is nothing better than remembering
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the good and the bad of life.
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Like the first kiss on a first date!
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Life and skipping the moments of it
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is like running from reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5177038445593496250?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5177038445593496250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5177038445593496250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5177038445593496250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5177038445593496250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/05/skipping-every-second-of-life.html' title='Skipping every second of life'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7748419340619208929</id><published>2008-04-08T02:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T02:23:48.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Muse..</title><content type='html'>My soul its naked
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my eyes are blindfolded
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My heart its exposed
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I have nowhere to go.
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I'm here in front of you
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ready for you to make me yours.
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Words unspoken
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in a candle night moment.
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Behind close doors
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under soft sheets.
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I try to hide!
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But your penetrating eyes..
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they always get thru me.
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So far, yet you know me so well!
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Im covered in skin...
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folding and unfolding new things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7748419340619208929?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7748419340619208929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7748419340619208929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7748419340619208929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7748419340619208929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/04/muse.html' title='Muse..'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6091413365191399519</id><published>2008-03-27T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:33:14.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Changes</title><content type='html'>Now, its time for some new changes.
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Life its full of them.
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Whenever something ends,
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right there its when something bigger
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and better its about to happened.
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Life its like the ocean...
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big and takes you to some pretty awesome places.
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Just take the risk to dive right into it with no regrets.
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Let yourself go
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and let the waves take you wherever they need to take you.
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Cause someday you'll look back and you'll see,
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it was better not to think about it to much.
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If you don't risk it, you wont live it!
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Go with the flow,
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there is just one opportunity and it wont wait for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6091413365191399519?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6091413365191399519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6091413365191399519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6091413365191399519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6091413365191399519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/03/some-changes.html' title='Some Changes'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1193934634561514405</id><published>2008-01-04T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:34:41.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plane Ticket</title><content type='html'>The intensity of the words unspoken
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by the walk of your flying fingers.
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Electrifying kisses in the distance
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tingles my whole body.
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Desire by attraction
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makes me wanna hold you tight.
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So near and so far.
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Dreams starting to become reality
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With just a possibility  of you being here.
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In an instant, in a moment...
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You and me could become one
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In mind, spirit and body.
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Taking a trip to the past
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took us both to this present.
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Here and now...
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Living the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-1193934634561514405?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1193934634561514405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1193934634561514405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1193934634561514405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1193934634561514405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2008/01/plane-ticket.html' title='Plane Ticket'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7854769247491892562</id><published>2007-12-27T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:11:58.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiero...</title><content type='html'>olvidarme de ti.
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Quiero perder en el viento
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los recuerdos que en algun momento me hicieron feliz.
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Quiero tan solo llevar la esencia de lo que fuimos
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y enterrar lo que en algun momento dejamos de ser.
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Quiero vivir una nueva vida
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por eso he vuelto a nacer.
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Quiero ser lo que nunca fui.
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Quiero volver a sufrir para seguir creciendo.
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Quiero ser todo aquello que perdi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7854769247491892562?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7854769247491892562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7854769247491892562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7854769247491892562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7854769247491892562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/12/quiero.html' title='Quiero...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-240309841237181985</id><published>2007-12-08T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T04:15:17.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentum</title><content type='html'>La vida esta llena de oportunidades,
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de riesgos, de ideas y de sueños
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tan solo hay q exponerse a vivir los momentos
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y agarrar lo q llegue en un ahora o en un despues.
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Si se vive sonriendo aunq se este dolido por dentro,
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la vida misma te sanara las heridas con el tiempo.
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Sonrie, vive, celebra cada minuto cada instante...
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No hay nada mejor que los amigos,
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que la familia y las experiencias.
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Eres lo q vives!... Vives lo q eres!
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Sonriele a la vida, no importando que!
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Se tu, tan solo tu
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y no permitas q nadie te haga sentir menos,
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porq todos somos iguales.
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No pienses en lo q pudieras perder si aprovechas una oportunidad,
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tan solo piensa q si vives la experiencia,
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ganaras mucho mas en el proceso,
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mucho mas de lo q quizas puedas perder luego.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-240309841237181985?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/240309841237181985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=240309841237181985&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/240309841237181985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/240309841237181985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/12/momentum.html' title='Momentum'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1418214571038972302</id><published>2007-11-24T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:28:42.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deprimida</title><content type='html'>No estoy deprimida, estoy distraida!
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La vida aveces parece darme mil razones para estar triste,
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pero tambien existen mil razones para estar alegre.
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No estoy deprimida, estoy desocupada, totalmente distraida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-1418214571038972302?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1418214571038972302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1418214571038972302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1418214571038972302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1418214571038972302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/11/deprimida.html' title='Deprimida'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6825637414248840606</id><published>2007-11-12T22:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:57:01.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Maybe'</title><content type='html'>Maybe there's still light.
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and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;somewhere in there some hope&lt;/span&gt;.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Like a shooting star passing by!&lt;/span&gt;
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There is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; another day,
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another night... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6825637414248840606?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6825637414248840606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6825637414248840606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6825637414248840606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6825637414248840606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/11/maybe.html' title='&apos;Maybe&apos;'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-9018871968040656313</id><published>2007-10-10T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:47:04.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>odio</title><content type='html'>Odio las noches, el silencio y la frialdad.
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La oscuridad es mi trastorno mental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-9018871968040656313?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/9018871968040656313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=9018871968040656313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9018871968040656313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/9018871968040656313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/10/odio.html' title='odio'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5981868904511533510</id><published>2007-09-17T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T00:44:51.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mujer Utopica</title><content type='html'>Soy una niña jugando a crecer.
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Tan solo existe el deseo de un cambio,
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el deseo de abrazar una solucion a las bipolaridades de niña engreida.
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Ando atrapada en el cuerpo de una joven
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con la idea de ser mujer.
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Necesito aceptar unas realidades
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y retomar responsabilidades.
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Pues tan solo soy una utopia de mujer
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que de una vez y por todas tiene que crecer.
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Ya no valen palabras, ni gestos
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que me hagan creer lo contrario.
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Ya no valen los esfuerzos...
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Pues soy simplemente en el espejo un reflejo
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de la idea en mi cabeza
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de todo aquello que conlleva ser toda una mujer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5981868904511533510?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5981868904511533510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5981868904511533510&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5981868904511533510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5981868904511533510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/09/mujer-utopica.html' title='Mujer Utopica'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-1877484701450147171</id><published>2007-09-10T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:32:52.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>es cuestion de tiempo</title><content type='html'>Quizas entre rabias y tristezas
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quiera enterar tu nombre
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y dejar  que muera el descanzo.
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Pero la realidad es otra...
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Te tenga o no te tenga
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siempre soñare contigo,
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aun despierta.
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Pues tu nombre me susurra una vida,
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me susurra amor, me susurra felicidad.
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Y todo lo que llevo contigo
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es mucho mas de todo lo que jamas haya vivido.
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Aunque el viento deje de soplar
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a mi oido siempre me dira
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el sentimiento que siempre llevaras por mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-1877484701450147171?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/1877484701450147171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=1877484701450147171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1877484701450147171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/1877484701450147171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/09/es-cuestion-de-tiempo.html' title='es cuestion de tiempo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7966127683780434586</id><published>2007-09-08T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T09:38:44.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Llevo tatuado tu nombre</title><content type='html'>No se q ando buscando
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mi cabeza vaga como loca
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en los caminos de los pensamientos.
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No se que hacer si mi corazon dicta una cosa
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y la mente grita otra.
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Que hacer, si prestarle atencion a la razon o al corazon.
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Me muero, me consumen las palabras, los echos.
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Me entristece su ausencia.
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Como me duele tenerte y saber que te pierdo.
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Esto es una locura de decesperacion.
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Mi alma se abate,
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las venas de mi corazon se van cerrando lentamente.
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Que hacer, que hacer?
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Si aun mi cuerpo respira en tus cabellos.
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Y permanecen tatuados en mis labios tus besos.
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Llevare conmigo la esencia de tus caricias,
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de tu perfume natural.
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Te llevare conmigo por siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7966127683780434586?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7966127683780434586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7966127683780434586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7966127683780434586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7966127683780434586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/09/llevo-tatuado-tu-nombre.html' title='Llevo tatuado tu nombre'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4334600348881030468</id><published>2007-09-07T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T11:57:18.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>en silencio...</title><content type='html'>Los nombres que tenemos son sueños,
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con quien estare soñando si sueño con tu nombre.
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                                 -José Saramago-
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Si sueño con tu nombre y no te puedo tener,
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mejor que muera el descanzo
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y entierre tu nombre junto con ello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4334600348881030468?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4334600348881030468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4334600348881030468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4334600348881030468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4334600348881030468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/09/en-silencio.html' title='en silencio...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-3757798957655806732</id><published>2007-08-31T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:40:22.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la vida es asi...</title><content type='html'>El amor es como el descubrimiento de Colón.
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Por años a estado ahí, pero no todos se toman el riesgo de descubrirlo.
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Gente muere sin experimentar tal sentimiento.
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Otros les toma años y hay quienes son suficientemente dichosos de encontrarlo a temprana edad.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Conosco a alguien que tiene 52 años de edad y no fue hasta ahora que por fin le toco vivirlo. Ojala dure y no sea un cuento mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-3757798957655806732?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/3757798957655806732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=3757798957655806732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3757798957655806732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3757798957655806732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/08/la-vida-es-asi.html' title='la vida es asi...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-3245087457501820641</id><published>2007-08-09T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:00:19.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotos = recuerdos</title><content type='html'>Momentos espesificos que nunca se olvidan y asi como en la mente, se plasman en papel.
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La vida es una constante fotografia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-3245087457501820641?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/3245087457501820641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=3245087457501820641&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3245087457501820641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/3245087457501820641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/08/fotos-recuerdos.html' title='Fotos = recuerdos'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-8585031735921062305</id><published>2007-07-03T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:19:40.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De que vale?</title><content type='html'>No sirve de nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-8585031735921062305?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/8585031735921062305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=8585031735921062305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8585031735921062305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8585031735921062305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/07/de-que-vale.html' title='De que vale?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7097462950962747701</id><published>2007-06-11T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:42:12.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy Cubierta de Piel</title><content type='html'>Estoy cubierta de piel
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entre calido y frio.
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Caminando entre vivos
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descubriendo mundos perdidos.
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Vulnerable a tu toque celestial
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Vulnerable a la suavidad de tus besos.
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Estoy cubierta de piel
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y te envuelvo con ella
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Ante notas musicales de pasion.
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Ante tantos, ante todos, ante nosotros.
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Tras puertas cerradas
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entre sabanas revueltas.
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Estoy cubierta de piel
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de mi piel, de tu piel, la nuestra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7097462950962747701?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7097462950962747701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7097462950962747701&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7097462950962747701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7097462950962747701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/06/estoy-cubierta-de-piel.html' title='Estoy Cubierta de Piel'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4191518022325045277</id><published>2007-06-08T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:38:08.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De que vale?</title><content type='html'>De que vale, dime tu, de que vale el dinero?
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Si por mas sacrificios nunca se ve tan siquiera la sombra del checke.
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De que vale?
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Si tan solo se vive por vivir
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Y no para disfrutar…
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Se vive para pagar el monto de facturas atrasadas.
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De que vale trabajar?
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Si el costo de vida es mas alto que el salario!
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De que vale un centavo?
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Si tan solo es como un perro realengo mas en la calle!
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No vale de nada, realmente pa’ que?!
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Si llevo la silla impregnada entre las cachas.
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Para que?... si ni tansiquiera un helado de vez en cuando se puede ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4191518022325045277?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4191518022325045277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4191518022325045277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4191518022325045277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4191518022325045277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/06/de-que-vale.html' title='De que vale?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-8477473038596140500</id><published>2007-06-04T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T15:56:07.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DACO</title><content type='html'>Si los politicos son como un anuncio engañoso...
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¿Se pueden llevar a DACO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-8477473038596140500?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/8477473038596140500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=8477473038596140500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8477473038596140500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/8477473038596140500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/06/daco.html' title='DACO'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-495286050800789598</id><published>2007-05-31T00:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T00:49:34.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>de todo...</title><content type='html'>De inconstancia y anvivalencia
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de trastornos emocionales
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una montaña rusa de inseguridades.
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De deseos al algo mas
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de aquellos sueños atrapados
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y de suertudos que alcanzan encontrar lo que buscan.
&lt;br&gt;
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De mentiras escondidas
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promesas incumplidas
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de peleas idiotas por poder.
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De acosos extremos de supervision
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de palabras rasgantes en silencio.
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De posibilidades a cambios y riesgos.
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la vida esta llena de todo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-495286050800789598?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/495286050800789598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=495286050800789598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/495286050800789598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/495286050800789598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/05/de-todo.html' title='de todo...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6659241136317184634</id><published>2007-05-23T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:35:09.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...una Noche eterna</title><content type='html'>La cabeza no para de correr.
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Los pensamientos son demasiado intensos.
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Trato de concentrarlos todos, pero no hay nada donde pueda fijarlos.
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Ojala pudiera arrancarlos de mi mente.
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Al cerrar los ojos en las noches no logro deshacerme de ellos.
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Volare los cesos una tarde de estas
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para aliviar el dolor de cabeza.
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Ojala pudiera encontrar un punto fijo para hacer de mi mente una biblioteca.
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Me tirare a las aguas mas profundas
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para ahogarlos todos y olvidarme de ellos.
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Quizas asi pueda descanzar mejor... una noche de estas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6659241136317184634?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6659241136317184634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6659241136317184634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6659241136317184634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6659241136317184634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/05/una-noche-eterna.html' title='...una Noche eterna'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4969563905976227422</id><published>2007-05-08T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T11:17:19.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~ 0 ~</title><content type='html'>La gota va callendo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4969563905976227422?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4969563905976227422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4969563905976227422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4969563905976227422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4969563905976227422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/05/0.html' title='~ 0 ~'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-442244038107546965</id><published>2007-05-04T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T11:39:39.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hablemos de politica!</title><content type='html'>Referendum?!
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Si realmente Puerto Rico tuviese que escoger entre...
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Independencia y Estado
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Cual seria tu eleccion?!
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Yo escogeria ser estado. Si en un principio le teniamos miedo al 'tax', ya lo tenemos lo querramos o no. Si le teniamos miedo al ingles, el gran porciento de la poblacion habla ahora mas ingles que español y si le tenemos miedo a la guerra eso sucedera seamos estado o no, asi que, para pasar hambre porq no sabemos aministrar bien y somo mas pillos que la palabra, entonces que mas queda?!... la estadidad. Creo que ya hemos brincado el charco sin darnos cuenta.
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No soy estadista, pero que viva la estadidad y que muera la independencia, yo no quiero ser como cuba o algo parecido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-442244038107546965?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/442244038107546965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=442244038107546965&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/442244038107546965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/442244038107546965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/05/referendum.html' title='Hablemos de politica!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7798971374665448955</id><published>2007-05-02T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T15:00:46.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...!...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder...
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Sometimes I ask myself...
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WHAT IF?
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I think I already found the answer to that question.
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Found it a longtime ago... maybe to long, maybe not!
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WHAT IF?
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There are so many answers to it...
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...and I still wonder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7798971374665448955?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7798971374665448955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7798971374665448955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7798971374665448955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7798971374665448955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='...!...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6144514737900092052</id><published>2007-02-21T13:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T14:09:58.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>este es el tiempo PR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RdyKd_ri-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oUzwnr81cAI/s1600-h/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RdyKd_ri-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oUzwnr81cAI/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034050731408292722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Ya es hora de romper con el "tabú" de mentes cerradas. 
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Asi que...
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"Me uno al grito por la igualdad y exigo un Código Civil a la altura
del siglo XXI."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6144514737900092052?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6144514737900092052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6144514737900092052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6144514737900092052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6144514737900092052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/02/este-es-el-tiempo.html' title='este es el tiempo PR'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RdyKd_ri-3I/AAAAAAAAAAk/oUzwnr81cAI/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-4822109389641689210</id><published>2007-02-02T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:36:22.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy una idea...</title><content type='html'>No soy mas que una &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estrella perdida&lt;/span&gt; en el espacio liberal.
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Volando &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre la nada&lt;/span&gt;, volando por los mundos.
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Soy tan solo aquella que camina &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;
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Y vive la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fantasia&lt;/span&gt; de cada uno de ellos.
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Soy todo aquello que quieran que sea
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Y dejo de ser todo aquello que alguna vez desee ser.
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Tan solo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;soy un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; constante entre tantos otros.
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No vivo mas que el presente
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Y trato de olvidar el vago recuerdo del pasado.
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Soy la&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; estrella fugaz&lt;/span&gt; en el cielo.
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Juego a la vida…
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Camino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre los vivos&lt;/span&gt;
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Pero mi alma no se da cuanta que anda muerta.
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Soy el &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sueño del deseo&lt;/span&gt;.
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Soy la &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;envidia de mis lamentos&lt;/span&gt;.
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Tan solo soy una ilusion.
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Soy una palabra omitida en conversaciones maduras.
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Soy esa niña que cree ser grande
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Pero su voz interna le dice que aun no.
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Soy el motivo de querer cambiar
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Todo aquello que no me deja ser.
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Ser esa mujer que todos esperan de mi.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Soy la felicidad eterna en los ojos de mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;
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Soy tan solo un suspiro constante entre tantos otros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-4822109389641689210?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/4822109389641689210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=4822109389641689210&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4822109389641689210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/4822109389641689210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/02/soy-una-idea.html' title='Soy una idea...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-7076632436304336208</id><published>2007-01-02T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:58:02.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pintar en los Sueños</title><content type='html'>He arriesgado más que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo&lt;/span&gt;.
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Me he lanzado al vació de lo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incierto&lt;/span&gt;.
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Llevo puesta las &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gringolas &lt;/span&gt;que me llevan a la meta,
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por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;el camino que escogí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;
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En el proceso de alcanzar&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; todo lo que anhelo&lt;/span&gt;,
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he escalado montañas y caído súbitamente.
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Nuevamente he salido airosa, con frente en alto, aunque
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;todos siempre tengan algo que decir.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No importa, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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De repente choco ante la realidad de la vida.
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Es ahora que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;comienzo a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;
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Una nueva etapa en la cual todo mi ser tiembla.
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiembla&lt;/span&gt;, pues ante todo vendo mis ojos
&lt;br&gt;
y &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confío&lt;/span&gt; plenamente en el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;
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Pero ando &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;descalza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tras algo totalmente nuevo,
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a un &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;terreno&lt;/span&gt; de experiencias pasadas.
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Soy como un &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chiquillo&lt;/span&gt; ante la ansiedad de saber
&lt;br&gt;
los &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secretos de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Quiero cerrar los ojos
&lt;br&gt;
y pintar en los sueños la historia que falta por ser escrita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-7076632436304336208?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/7076632436304336208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=7076632436304336208&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7076632436304336208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/7076632436304336208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2007/01/pintar-en-los-sueos.html' title='Pintar en los Sueños'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-2498014055135607374</id><published>2006-12-28T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:55:03.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calentamiento Global – “Global Warming”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RZNaVavg_II/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3YuzdXlKbs/s1600-h/939335-R1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RZNaVavg_II/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3YuzdXlKbs/s320/939335-R1-11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013450134195862658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me gustaría detener el tiempo o mejor aun volver atrás&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
…efecto invernadero…
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Y nosotros donde quedaremos?!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
“We brought it upon ourselves”.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Dicen:&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;“A mayor conocimiento, mayor responsabilidad”.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br&gt;
Antes, se sobrevivía con lo que hubiese, la tecnología no existía.
&lt;br&gt;
Con la evolución del hombre, este comprendió su inteligencia.
&lt;br&gt;
Pero ahora los avances tecnológicos son los que han llevado al mundo al estado en que esta.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo, puras comodidades que al final no sirven de nada.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Los “iceberg” se están derritiendo, perderemos las playas
&lt;br&gt;
Por cada nivel de agua que sube.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Esto ha comenzado!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Otras generaciones van a tener costas y menos tierra.
&lt;br&gt;
Eventualmente islas desaparecerán
&lt;br&gt;
Nuestra generación no estará aquí para vivir el gran desastre
&lt;br&gt;
Pero la que esta creciendo ahora y los próximos por nacer
&lt;br&gt;
A esa generación en crecimiento, este es el legado para ellos.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Aunque no se sabe que acabara primero con la tierra
&lt;br&gt;
La contaminación, el calentamiento global o los humanos.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Huracanes, terremotos, maremotos, tornados, temperaturas.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;El planeta se revela!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y nosotros mismos nos destruimos poco a poco.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foto por Jinery Candelario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para más información y detalles reales visitar estas páginas a continuación:
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ecoportal.net/temas/calenta.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;http://www.ecoportal.net/temas/calenta.htm
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nrdc.org/globalWarming/default.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;http://www.nrdc.org/globalWarming/default.asp
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ucsusa.org/global_warming/science/Fingerprints.html"&gt;http://www.ucsusa.org/global_warming/science/Fingerprints.html&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/30807355-2498014055135607374?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/2498014055135607374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=2498014055135607374&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2498014055135607374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/2498014055135607374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/12/calentamiento-global-global-warming.html' title='Calentamiento Global – “Global Warming”'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_IJa7_9D8fzk/RZNaVavg_II/AAAAAAAAAAY/R3YuzdXlKbs/s72-c/939335-R1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-5790807392119024303</id><published>2006-12-24T11:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T11:55:30.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>___...entre sueños...___</title><content type='html'>"extraño el suave respirar de tu cuerpo durmiendo junto al mio"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-5790807392119024303?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/5790807392119024303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=5790807392119024303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5790807392119024303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/5790807392119024303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title='___...entre sueños...___'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-224709323065556611</id><published>2006-12-11T16:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T16:24:38.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Estos y Aquellos... Nosotros, todos!</title><content type='html'>Se nos crea un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mundo falso&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Entre &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;músicas&lt;/span&gt; con letras
&lt;br&gt;
Una cajita de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;imágenes&lt;/span&gt; deformadas.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Nos creemos vivir como se nos dice.
&lt;br&gt;
Entre páginas bonitas de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;revistas baratas&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Viviendo&lt;/span&gt; al ritmo de las líneas
&lt;br&gt;
Aquellos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;melancólicos&lt;/span&gt; delirantes
&lt;br&gt;
Crean el mundo a su favor
&lt;br&gt;
Olvidando &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;daños a terceros&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Ideas creadas donde &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jamás&lt;/span&gt; existirá la realidad.
&lt;br&gt;
Verdades distorsionadas por &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;periódicos chismosos&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Se nos crea un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mundo falso&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
En &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;campañas pagadas&lt;/span&gt; sutilmente por todos.
&lt;br&gt;
Para decir &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;verdades a medias&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
O solo palabras bonitas mientras nos hacen la camita.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
La &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;iglesia&lt;/span&gt; y sus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;fanáticos&lt;/span&gt; por otro lado
&lt;br&gt;
Se mantienen &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;a salvo&lt;/span&gt; entre sus paredes
&lt;br&gt;
Y acá afuera todo es una &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jungla de locura&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br&gt;
Solo se ponen de acuerdo
&lt;br&gt;
Para &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;protestas&lt;/span&gt; a todo aquello que no va con sus principios.
&lt;br&gt;
Solo porque desconocen y &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no&lt;/span&gt; están abiertos a conocer.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Todo es un &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;monopolio&lt;/span&gt; entre este mundo
&lt;br&gt;
La &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;politiquería&lt;/span&gt; y la &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;religión&lt;/span&gt;.
&lt;br&gt;
El tan aclamado &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt; y su proyección.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Unos por el “amor”, otros por la “paz”
&lt;br&gt;
Y tantas otras cosas que nunca llegan a nada.
&lt;br&gt;
Unos con sus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;conclusiones inconclusas&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Y nosotros aquí aun esperando.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Esperando un no se que!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-224709323065556611?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/224709323065556611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=224709323065556611&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/224709323065556611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/224709323065556611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/12/estos-y-aquellos-nosotros-todos.html' title='Estos y Aquellos... Nosotros, todos!'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-6051914279723254484</id><published>2006-12-10T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T01:53:28.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No sirve de Nada...</title><content type='html'>Mis palabras no pueden pronunciar aquello que quiero
&lt;br&gt;
Entonces?...
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&lt;br&gt;
No sirve de nada!
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Si no puedo gritar todo lo que llevo aquí.
&lt;br&gt;
Para que entonces?
&lt;br&gt;
Si las palabras las clavo muy dentro.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
No sirve de nada...
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Para que escribir?
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
No sirven palabras bonitas, ni feas
&lt;br&gt;
Si tan solo las escribo para mí.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Se van borrando los deseos
&lt;br&gt;
Las ganas de ver otro mundo a través de los escritos.
&lt;br&gt;
Todo se va perdiendo
&lt;br&gt;
Pues todo lo que quiero es prohibido…
&lt;br&gt;
No sirve de nada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-6051914279723254484?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/6051914279723254484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=6051914279723254484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6051914279723254484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/6051914279723254484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-sirve-de-nada.html' title='No sirve de Nada...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116240289273691175</id><published>2006-11-01T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T13:48:20.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Ponchador</title><content type='html'>Cuento los minutos
&lt;br&gt;
Las horas pasan lentas.
&lt;br&gt;
Me decespera
&lt;br&gt;
Quiero estar contigo.
&lt;br&gt;
Tu perfume tan tuyo
&lt;br&gt;
Que hago mío en cada respiro.
&lt;br&gt;
Tu sonrisa que hace de mi día placentero.
&lt;br&gt;
Te extraño
&lt;br&gt;
Cuento los segundos… se hacen eternos.
&lt;br&gt;
El reloj hace la cuenta
&lt;br&gt;
Me recuerda como poco a poco me acerco a ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116240289273691175?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116240289273691175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116240289273691175&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116240289273691175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116240289273691175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-ponchador.html' title='El Ponchador'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116165400790014227</id><published>2006-10-23T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:57:01.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Almas Gemelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Maldito infierno&lt;/span&gt; el silencio que atormentaba en tu distancia&lt;br&gt;
Demencia ante las ganas de saber de ti.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Sin comer, ni dormir&lt;/span&gt;, hasta me llegue a sentir enferma.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Con tan solo un remedio…
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;Tu cuerpo junto al mío&lt;/span&gt; anunciando reconciliación,
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Ya siete pies bajo tierra,
&lt;br&gt;
Cerrando la puerta de &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;mi propia tumba&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
Encontré esa luz de esperanza, esa mano extendida
&lt;br&gt;
Aun sin merecer tu amor.
&lt;br&gt;
&lt;br&gt;
No hay excusas para no amarte
&lt;br&gt;
No hay más explicación
&lt;br&gt;
Somos&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;almas gemelas&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116165400790014227?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116165400790014227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116165400790014227&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116165400790014227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116165400790014227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/almas-gemelas.html' title='Almas Gemelas'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116105484628976480</id><published>2006-10-16T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:17:37.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Renuncio</title><content type='html'>HOY renuncio a mi pasion...
&lt;br&gt;
Ya que he perdido mi musa,
&lt;br&gt;
mi alma muere rapidamente y sin piedad.
&lt;br&gt;
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Hoy perdi mi musa, no vuelvo a escribir!
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Regresa pronto, te lo ruego... esta locura me atormenta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116105484628976480?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116105484628976480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116105484628976480&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116105484628976480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116105484628976480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/renuncio.html' title='Renuncio'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116062841869369775</id><published>2006-10-12T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:46:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Espejismo?</title><content type='html'>Te voy perdiendo gota a gota...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116062841869369775?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116062841869369775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116062841869369775&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116062841869369775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116062841869369775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/espejismo.html' title='Espejismo?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116057616671496292</id><published>2006-10-11T10:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:16:06.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Detiene el Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/clock-uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/clock-uk.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Comienza el ciclo,
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Las manecillas avanzan.
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El tiempo corre hasta estrellarse contigo.
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Todo se detiene ante tanta belleza natural.
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Mi corazón se paraliza
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Al sentir tus pelos erizados rozando la piel.
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Todo observa detenidamente
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La magia que transmiten tus ojos
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Y la energía que emite tu presencia.
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Seductores labios tentativos,
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Conocedores del camino perfecto.
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Porque nada importa cuando te tengo para mí.
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Pero se desvanece el tiempo cuando no estas.
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Y despiertas en mí la esperanza, 
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Cuando escucho tu dulce voz...
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Se detiene el tiempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116057616671496292?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116057616671496292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116057616671496292&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116057616671496292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116057616671496292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-detiene-el-tiempo_11.html' title='Se Detiene el Tiempo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-116041658227361630</id><published>2006-10-09T13:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:57:32.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Arriesgo</title><content type='html'>Amanecer siempre a su lado.
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Después de la espera, de tantas pruebas,
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Después de noches de lagrimas derramadas.
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De haber enfrentado los fantasmas que atormentaban,
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Ahora desvanecen ante las palabras que se apoderan en mi.
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A tan solo meses
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Me arriesgo a vivir y experimentar
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De no pensar tanto en aquello que será
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Simplemente me lanzaré de cabeza
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Sin importar si luego sea fuerte el golpe.
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Pero me arriesgo y viviré toda experiencia
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No me arrepentiré de haber probado lo desconocido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-116041658227361630?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/116041658227361630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=116041658227361630&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116041658227361630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/116041658227361630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/me-arriesgo.html' title='Me Arriesgo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115998029932685191</id><published>2006-10-04T12:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T12:50:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tierra Apache</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/haystack-rock-no-land-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/haystack-rock-no-land-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Como fantasma en la noche.
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Como sombra tras los pasos.
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Como palabras en el aire.
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Caminando cabisbajo
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Entre miradas rasgantes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115998029932685191?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115998029932685191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115998029932685191&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115998029932685191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115998029932685191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/tierra-apache.html' title='Tierra Apache'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115984312903353930</id><published>2006-10-02T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:40:41.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Todos Los Lectores...</title><content type='html'>Vamonos a liberar el stress este jueves...
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(Has click sobre la imagen para agrandar!)
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&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/Ellibrodelarabia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/Ellibrodelarabia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115984312903353930?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115984312903353930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115984312903353930&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115984312903353930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115984312903353930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/10/todos-los-lectores.html' title='A Todos Los Lectores...'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115949192701245530</id><published>2006-09-28T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:43:50.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansancio</title><content type='html'>Ya no subsisten fuerzas para trazar.
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El día absorbe toda energía.
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Cuando llega la noche...
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los pensamientos son imprecisos
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y no permiten centrar mis emociones
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para plasmar aunque sea un grito de descanso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115949192701245530?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115949192701245530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115949192701245530&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115949192701245530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115949192701245530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/cansancio.html' title='Cansancio'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115923718323999666</id><published>2006-09-25T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:32:34.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Injusticia</title><content type='html'>No es principio, no hay final.
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Todo continúa, nada permanece.
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Y aun así emprende la oportunidad
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De ser y existir; respirar o morir.
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Todo, todo es una cuestión.
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Sería posible, hallar afinidad con el mundo?
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Entre las marginaciones contrastadas por ignorancias?
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Es imposible callar la razón
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Cuando habla el corazón.
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Existirá descanso?
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…de persecuciones por querer ser exento!
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Generaciones inquirieron maneras de concienciar el daño
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Y a todo oídos sordos.
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Que será de los esfuerzos sin logros?
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Donde pararan las lagrimas derramadas?
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La propia tierra rechaza al que vio nacer!
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Por querer ser autónomo, por querer ser disímil
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Siempre…injusticias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115923718323999666?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115923718323999666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115923718323999666&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115923718323999666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115923718323999666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/injusticia.html' title='Injusticia'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115907697043477832</id><published>2006-09-24T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T02:15:30.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De Niña a Mujer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/nenacreix1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/200/nenacreix1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
Es ahora, el momento de cortar el ombligo umbilical.
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De ser como paloma entre nubes.
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Es ahora, el momento de vivir; de saltar de la cajita tapada.
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De ser destetada y enfrentar la realidad que me espera tras puertas cerradas.
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Salgo a ser libre como el viento.
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De amar, aunque sea diferente.
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Ahora, es ahora…
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Donde dejare las ignorancias de niña engreída
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Y pasare a ser toda una mujer.
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Recordare el pasado con sentimiento
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Y mirare al horizonte con ansias de llegar a el.
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Ya no importa lo que otros piensen o dejen de pensar.
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Dedico tiempo a disfrutar el resplandor del sol
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Y tirarme en piel al mar azul.
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Mientras las olas se llevan todo,
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Todo aquello que me impide ser yo.
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Ahora, ahora es mi tiempo
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El momento de ver otro ángulo en mi vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115907697043477832?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115907697043477832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115907697043477832&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115907697043477832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115907697043477832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/de-nia-mujer.html' title='De Niña a Mujer'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115890192350185668</id><published>2006-09-22T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T01:13:47.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palabras Silenciosas... Tortura Eterna</title><content type='html'>En pedazos, como meteoro rodante en el infinito
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Como pétalo que cae por la brisa del aire.
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Desparramado como liquido entre los átomos de la vida.
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En el hilo del camino, tambaleante.
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Entre demonios invadiendo el espacio habitual.
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Interrogantes…
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Si el silencio no quiere hablar
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Entonces donde encontrar las palabras?
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Las paredes murmullan!
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Las hojas arrastran las penas.
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Que será de mañana y de todo?
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Tortura eterna…
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Entre el silencio de los pensamientos
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Entre el espacio vacío y resonante
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De los deseos y lo no dicho
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De lo que pudo ser y nunca será.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115890192350185668?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115890192350185668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115890192350185668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115890192350185668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115890192350185668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/palabras-silenciosas-tortura-eterna.html' title='Palabras Silenciosas... Tortura Eterna'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115873349985892649</id><published>2006-09-20T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T02:24:59.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfección</title><content type='html'>I
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Con el viento se escapan
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Como el agua se escurren
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En papel todo por siempre.
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Entre la nada se fueron sus palabras.
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En la esquina del callejón aquel
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Terminaron aquellos ambiguos sentimientos.
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II
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Con sutileza y serenidad
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Como musa de carbón
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Entre letras innegables,
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Tu mensaje perforastes
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A mi espíritu.
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En hoja escribo tu nombre
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El mío…
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Para por siempre ser
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Palabras escritas
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No un viento de susurros.
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Entre la nada los recuerdos se esfumaron
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Y nació en mi alma la semilla
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De algo mejor.
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Porque aspiro a lo perfecto
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Mientras tú eres mi perfección.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115873349985892649?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115873349985892649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115873349985892649&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115873349985892649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115873349985892649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/perfeccin.html' title='Perfección'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115821130121152222</id><published>2006-09-14T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T22:30:48.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TrAnSpArEnTe</title><content type='html'>No puedo revelar esa afinidad&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;penetrante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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Provocante de tu cuerpo &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;desnudo&lt;/span&gt;,
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Cuando te disfruto en mis brazos.
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Esa efusión delicada &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;germina&lt;/span&gt; a través de tus besos.
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Que expresarán tus pupilas cuando nuestras miradas se cruzan
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Tras puertas cerradas, entre la ceda
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Encuentro un elemento que me aleja y me lleva a un mundo de calor.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Entre besos,&lt;/span&gt;
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En privado descubro tu corazón y despojo tu alma.
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Descorcho esa mujer que finge ser fuerte
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Y encuentro a una chiquilla enteramente vulnerable.
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Por eso ante &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pieles&lt;/span&gt; no escondemos nada.
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Entre las &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sabanas&lt;/span&gt; todo es &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;transparente&lt;/span&gt;.
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Donde solo existe &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115821130121152222?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115821130121152222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115821130121152222&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115821130121152222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115821130121152222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/transparente.html' title='TrAnSpArEnTe'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115708564005349682</id><published>2006-09-01T08:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T01:23:14.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/sombras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/sombras.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Me hallo complicada
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O será que la sombra que me acompaña me hace ver así.
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Me acosa, y me hace misteriosa.
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Pero es algo bulliciosa, mi escurridiza sombra trapecista.
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Aquella que se convierte en mi fiel compañera.
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Desde que sale el sol, aún cuando la luna alumbra mi camino.
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Fiel escurridiza sombra trapecista.
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Conoces cada movimiento y cada suspiro.
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Lo sabes todo de mí.
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Eres como el ángel que me acompaña
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Y nunca veo, pero se encarna en ti.
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arte de Jinery Candelario&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/30807355-115708564005349682?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115708564005349682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115708564005349682&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115708564005349682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115708564005349682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-hallo-complicada-o-ser-que-la.html' title=''/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115696342414609381</id><published>2006-08-30T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T15:26:10.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscencias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/sabanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/sabanas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Como borrarte, si aun las &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;sabanas&lt;/span&gt; inmortalizan tu esencia
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y mis manos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;grabaron&lt;/span&gt; el camino de tu ombligo.
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Los sueños corren la cinta de las &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;reminiscencias&lt;/span&gt;.
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Que puedo hacer para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;olvidar&lt;/span&gt; el ahogo
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Es inverosímil si continuamente las paredes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;pronuncian&lt;/span&gt; tu nombre.
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La almohada grita tu &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;apodo&lt;/span&gt; y riña conmigo por dejarte ir.
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El techado se hace espejo de tu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;semblante&lt;/span&gt;.
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Ansío tu figura &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;intacta&lt;/span&gt; a mi lado día tras noche.
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Si le cuentas que no eres la niña que cree que eres, dejarías de ser la niña de sus ojos? Acaso es posible que te dejara de amar solo porque no eres lo que quiso para ti? Le sería tan espantoso saber que hace mucho tus pechos dejaron de ser infantiles y que ya no tienes los mismos sueños que de niña? 
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Intercambiaste las muñecas por reales; ya no quieres saber de dragones, ni de tontas fantasías, sino de aprender a enfrentar la realidad. Durante 20 años trataste de ser lo que ha querido, pero nunca fue suficiente. 
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Que malo tiene que te vistas diferente, que beses mujeres o que en tu cuerpo se pronuncie para siempre un sentimiento. 
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Sabes que le has decepcionado, que no cumples con sus expectativas de la mujer ideal. Te disculpas si no eres como las otras que con maquillaje quieren cubrir su mísero ser. Es inútil querer transformar el mundo, lo sabes; lo que realmente quieres es ser TU. Pero entre sus gritos impacientes y tu llanto de histeria, las voces de tu alma se pierden en el espacio vacío. 
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Ha llegado la hora de que realmente te mire... 
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No es que te cuente tus pantallas, ni te diga que siempre soñó con los hijos que nunca tendrás, ni comente acerca de la persona a quien amas. Me refiero a que no simplemente te vea, sino a que contemple tu existencia: la tenuidad de tu alma, honestidad, tu sencillez, sensibilidad y deseo de ser. 
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Que no te corte las alas, tampoco las petrifique. Por favor, que te de la oportunidad de ir, venir. Que también le permita a tu espíritu viajar. Volar a la profundidad, a la inmensidad, hacia el, hacia ti. 
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Apenas me encuentro en la &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;crisálida&lt;/span&gt;,
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En proceso de &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;evolución&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115677320085450897?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115677320085450897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115677320085450897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115677320085450897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115677320085450897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/metamorfosis_28.html' title='Metamorfosis'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115661084973733547</id><published>2006-08-26T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:06:40.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Cuerpo Entre Aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/alma.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/alma.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Soy nada más que un cuerpo con recónditos y quimeras.
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Totalmente al desnudo; me desvisto ante los cosmos,
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Buscando entre el aire ideas pendientes.
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Celosa de lo que persigo y lo que sueño.
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Celosa del tiempo y el dinero; nunca son suficientes.
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Celosa de lo que no alcanzo a lograr!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115651561704285043?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115651561704285043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115651561704285043&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115651561704285043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115651561704285043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/frustraciones-materialistas.html' title='Frustraciones Materialistas'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115644880748801201</id><published>2006-08-24T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:50:47.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/mujer%20invisible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/mujer%20invisible.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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Mujer invisible cuando sale de si misma
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No piensa en ella, sino busca lo mejor para los que la rodean.
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Mujer invisible que no se queja
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Y ha dejado sus sueños.
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Murió a su yo, dejando todo a un lado.
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Mujer invisible, mujer pasiva, mujer decidida.
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Mujer, que Dios dijo “hagamos”.
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Mujer invisible, mujer firme.
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Mujer con sentimientos que lleva en sus adentros.
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Mujer invisible llena de preguntas.
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No se puede evitar el matiz de la vida
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Que llega sin preguntar y sin un manual.
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Mujer extraordinaria para la gente desahuciada.
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Mujer dolida por las personas queridas.
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Mujer, mujer sabia, mujer valiente.
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Mujer que cuida de aquel que desvanece.
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Mujer invisible que no tiene norte.
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Mujer delicada, portadora de vida.
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Mujer invisible; esposa, madre y amiga.
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arte de Jinery Candelario&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/30807355-115644880748801201?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115644880748801201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115644880748801201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115644880748801201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115644880748801201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/mujer-invisible-cuando-sale-de-si.html' title=''/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115630890134939740</id><published>2006-08-23T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T02:31:44.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Poco Sobre Mi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/tam.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/tam.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

EL AMOR
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El amor es un lindo sentimiento
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Que se lleva en el corazón,
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Pero es más profundo que eso
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Pues hay que tomar una decisión.
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La decisión de respetar,
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La decisión de soportar,
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La decisión de estar en las buenas y en las malas.
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El amor es algo
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Que no todo el mundo sabe dar,
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Pues todos saben querer
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Pero no saben amar.
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Querer es desear, anhelar.
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Amar como ya dije
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Es mucho más allá.
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Pues cuando uno ama
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Acepta la persona
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No importando su debilidad.
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Jinery Candelario (2001)
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Primer lugar competencia de poemas 2003
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Keep Me from Falling
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I thought everything was going to be easy
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I thought I was strong enough
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But I'm just a little person
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Which all I need is love.
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Your memories keep me on going
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Your kisses keep me from falling
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And you give me this amazing feeling
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That I will have you near no matter what happen.
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And all I want is to make you happy
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And all I wish is to see you smile
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Even though it could be difficult
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I will give all I have.
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Cause your love is worth the trying
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And for you I'll risk my life.
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Jinery Candelario 2004
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("Tracing the Infinite" Coffee Table Edition 2004)
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foto de www.mariececilethijs.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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No es algo del otro mundo, pero para mi lo fue en un momento dado.
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Espero hayan disfrutado como lo hice cuando en aquel entonces los escribí!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115630890134939740?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115630890134939740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115630890134939740&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115630890134939740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115630890134939740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/un-poco-sobre-mi.html' title='Un Poco Sobre Mi'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115601466882117086</id><published>2006-08-19T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:21:31.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Hora Es?</title><content type='html'>El sol se escondió, las nubes se oscurecieron y empezó a llover. Lo se porque a lo lejos escucho las gotas golpear en las ventanas de mi cuarto. Esto es música para mis oídos!
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Acorrucadita en mi cama, sintiendo el friíto del aire. El celular comienza a sonar, es un sonido distinto al acostumbrado. Casi olvidaba, tengo celular nuevo. Me levanto para ver quien es, ‘mi amore’. “Hola mi amor, buenos días!... si, casi, casi, no te preocupes. Te amo!... esta bien hablamos mas tarde”. Vuelvo a acurrucarme entre las sabanas, para continuar donde me quede. Ah, si “ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ…” Cuando nuevamente el sonido ese extraño interrumpe el sueño. Ah, quien es?... veo quien es y digo, "mejor despues". Y vuelvo a retomar donde quede “ZzZzZzZzZzZzZzZ…”
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No hay nada mejor que una buena amanecía y dormir el resto del día!
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Un brazo por ahí, otro para allá, una pierna por acá, los puños cerrador, los ojos apretados y__ listo! Ay que rico estirarse!
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Bueno me levanto? Hay no, la cama esta rica, las sabanas están friítas. He estado toda la mañana aquí y ya son la una de a tarde; tengo que levantarme!
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Sentada en la cama, un brazo para allá, otro para acá, la espalda para atrás, los puños cerrados, los ojos apretados y___ ahí viene, un bostezo! Me pongo las chancletas y empiezo a caminar. Un pies a la vez, uno detrás de otro, poquito a poquito, como los viejitos!
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Ok, ya llegue a mi destino. Wow, parecía que nunca iba a llegar. Me siento en el trono y (un ruido de agua) ah, que rico! Entro a la rutina casi mañanera: me lavo las manos, me miro al espejo, saco el sepillo, le echo pasta y ahí vamos cepillo pa’ los dientes. Arriba, abajo, circular, pa’ los lados, etc. Y me enjuago la boca, me lavo la cara, me seco y listo!
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Todavía despertando de una larga siesta, camino más rapidito hacia la cocina. Veo que hay para comer, pero… no hay nada, almenos que me guste!
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Entro en mi cuarto, miro las cuatro paredes que me rodean, la TV, la compu, todo sereno!
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Ya que había limpiado días antes, decido entrar al mundo “cyber”. Y ahí me encuentro en otra dimensión más compleja que esta. Entre cables, antenas, señales, letras, códigos y tanta información. Mejor me salgo y me pongo a alistarme para salir, que hoy será una noche muy larga.
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Así que, see you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115601466882117086?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115601466882117086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115601466882117086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115601466882117086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115601466882117086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/que-hora-es.html' title='Que Hora Es?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115586463404890763</id><published>2006-08-17T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:04:58.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me transporto en el tiempo
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y recuento las memorias de mis escritos.
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Acontinuación encontraran cuatro escritos.
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Espero disfruten de ellos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;
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He is there when ever they need.
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How can people be so blind?
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If they see God doing things!
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I can’t understand people ignorance.
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They just want everything so easy.
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News flash, God paid the price!
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Make it worth it, give all you have.
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How can people say “God let humans die?”
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If that’s the nature of life!
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How can people say “God started the war?”
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If that’s not his fault!
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We make our own decision. He gave us freedom.
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You choose between, good and evil.
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I don’t understand why people are like that,
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they blame an innocent man, who all he does is right.
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He died on a cross just for love
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And this mess up world, don’t appreciate what he has done.
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How can people say “God is a myth?
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IF HE CREATED YOU AND ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/30807355-115586436178812128?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115586436178812128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115586436178812128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586436178812128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586436178812128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/marzo-2003-how-can-people-say.html' title='Marzo 2003 - How Can People Say?'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115586415687562784</id><published>2006-08-17T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:58:51.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diciembre 2003</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;
Duele tanto el saber que no te tengo
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duele tanto el pensar que ya no estas.
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Entre tanto, entregue todo lo que soy
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y ahora tu sin querer te lo has de llevar.
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Nunca comprendiste el amor
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nunca pensaste que todo era cierto.
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Por ti camine en un desierto
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y en un mundo abrí caminos nuevos.
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Preferí darte el corazón
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Antes que la razón.
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Entre mil sueños
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Eras tu protagonista principal.
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Y en mi piel, llevo la esencia tu cuerpo.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/30807355-115586415687562784?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115586415687562784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115586415687562784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586415687562784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586415687562784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/diciembre-2003.html' title='Diciembre 2003'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115586403754792947</id><published>2006-08-17T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:54:03.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agosto 2004 - Un Sueño La Realidad Se Llevo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;Alguna vez desee olvidarlo todo, sin importar a quien dejaría atrás. Pensé que en la vida era suficiente soñar. Siempre dije que nunca seria imposible volar, que jamás encontraría tropiezos y si los encontraba, los podría esquivar. Nunca imagine lo complicado de una realidad, la pesadez de caminar o lo irreal de lo perfecto.
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Al volar tan alto en los sueños de mi mente, al enfrentar a la realidad y tropezar con mi vida, en cuestión de segundos caí. Nunca conté con caer tan bajo, nunca pensé caer sin poderme levantar. Siempre tuve un segundo plan, pero al estar tan segura de mi, di todo por sentado y olvide que algo podría salir mal. Ahora he quedado desorientada, sin saber que hacer o a donde ir. A los ojos de todos, había tomado un camino absurdo, donde todo era mentira y quizás hasta fantasía. Mientras yo con el poder de crear un mundo donde no existía, caí y tropecé con la realidad.
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La realidad que temía encontrar!
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Aquella que nace la esperanza de que todo se pueda arreglar. Es un tiempo tan finito, que desearía capturar en una cápsula de tiempo. Mi realidad, donde el tiempo ya no existe, y si existiera siempre otro y se lo a de llevar. Todo se interpone a un amor casi perfecto, siempre por el factor tiempo.
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La mente me traiciono y me hizo ver todo con claridad. Cierto es, que ya nada importa, pues lo que importaba desvaneció en un sueño.
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/30807355-115586403754792947?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115586403754792947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115586403754792947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586403754792947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115586403754792947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/agosto-2004-un-sueo-la-realidad-se.html' title='Agosto 2004 - Un Sueño La Realidad Se Llevo'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115584199427537116</id><published>2006-08-17T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T21:59:41.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Agosto 2004 - Celosa del Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-PR"&gt;
Me dueles, me matas
me enloqueces.
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Mi pecho se aprieta
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cada vez que pienso en ti.
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Porque me dueles?
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Porque me matas?
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Sufro tanto y no te das cuenta
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Estas tan lejos, pero tan cerca.
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Todo es un bendito misterio
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y mi enemigo es el tiempo.
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Cuanto por ti sufro
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Mi corazón esta al descubierto.
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Tengo frío y no te encuentro
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No te das cuenta que lloro
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Pues tu amor parece indiferente.
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Me consume todo por dentro
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Llega la noche y entre el espacio de la soledad
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interrumpe en mi ser los recuerdos
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el dolor que llevo clavado en mi pecho.
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Celosa estoy del tiempo
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pues a el le dedicas tu vida.
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El tiempo te consume y te enloquece.
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Mientras que yo enloquezco
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por tu amor, por un segundo de atención.
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No quiero vivir por vivir y mucho menos vivir para trabajar.
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Quiero trabajar para vivir, si se puede poner así.
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Quiero arriesgarme.
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Explorar nuevos caminos y conquistar mundos perdidos.
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No quiero vivir para que me cuenten; sino quiero vivir para contar.
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Contar las muchas cosas que he podido lograr.
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Quiero llegar a nuevos destinos sin un rumbo definido.
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Quiero arriesgarme a perder, para así poder crecer.
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Quiero vivir un sueño!
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Quiero pensar en grande, mirar más allá de lo que puedo ver.
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No soñar en algo pequeño, porque entonces así será lo que obtendré.
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Quiero vivir sin límites y al extremo.
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Vivir para no arrepentirme de no haber vivido.
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Quiero vivir cada segundo, amar cada minuto y llorar cada hora que se va.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115583433371771289?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115583433371771289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115583433371771289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115583433371771289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115583433371771289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/vivir-la-vida.html' title='Vivir la Vida'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115570967429290942</id><published>2006-08-16T02:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T02:27:54.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre Tuya</title><content type='html'>Pasan los días y aun sigo aquí
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Ansiando quedar junto a ti.
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Tu piel tan suave y tierna
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Tu perfume donde voy, me acosa.
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Te extraño, me he vuelto adicta a ti.
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Te deseo, eres como el agua insaciante.
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Mis caricias no existen para nadie más.
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Me enamore y mi corazón se cerró
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a posibilidades externas fuera de tu amor.
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Ahora nada importa cuando somos tú y yo.
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Mi cuerpo, el tuyo, hacemos uno.
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Siempre tuya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115570967429290942?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115570967429290942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115570967429290942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115570967429290942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115570967429290942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/siempre-tuya.html' title='Siempre Tuya'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30807355.post-115562432632771851</id><published>2006-08-15T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:15:40.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugitivo de la Noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/1600/moon2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1910/3311/320/moon2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Tras su propia sombra&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Anda vagabundo&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Camina sin rumbo.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mil y unas emociones&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Irrumpen súbitamente.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Cegado por la ignorancia&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Sigue los pasos desolados.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Convirtiendo la luna en su amparo&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Se hace fugitivo de la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30807355-115562432632771851?l=mi-borrador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/feeds/115562432632771851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30807355&amp;postID=115562432632771851&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115562432632771851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30807355/posts/default/115562432632771851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mi-borrador.blogspot.com/2006/08/fugitivo-de-la-noche.html' title='Fugitivo de la Noche'/><author><name>jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06138795990488894511</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
