tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258239682011-12-26T13:16:22.150+01:00Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.comBlogger1981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-46254268484848601992011-12-05T09:09:00.003+01:002011-12-05T09:23:11.804+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHcUXSPN4_U/Ttx-vc61ITI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Rzm15No2cI/s1600/Brokeback_Mountain.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682556183516619058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LHcUXSPN4_U/Ttx-vc61ITI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-Rzm15No2cI/s400/Brokeback_Mountain.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Ardieron hogueras sin noche,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>buscamos caminos de montaña,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>llegamos al claro de la luna,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>soñando camisas, ovejas </em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>y <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ríos</span> de aguas claras.</em></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>No olvidamos el llanto,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>la soledad amarga;</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>vivimos la vida a tragos</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>y ahora la hoguera se apaga.</em></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Queda el corazón entero</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>que ha sufrido y amado</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>con lágrimas. Queda sin cantos</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>la sombra oscura de mi montaña. </em></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Sin mirar atrás desciendo</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>un camino de amores,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>un camino de trampas.</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Más no puedo olvidar</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>que te quise como a nadie</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>hermosa y triste montaña.</em></span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>Solo me queda el beso,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>los caballos, la <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nana</span>,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>solo me quedas tú,</em></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><em>y tras de ti, nada...</em></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4625426848484860199?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-63494852554060428592011-11-07T21:23:00.002+01:002011-11-07T21:27:38.497+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDEjI8LuwjI/Trg_F2nHt0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/m7fLoAA_bbs/s1600/montanas%252520del%252520huila.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672353100464633666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WDEjI8LuwjI/Trg_F2nHt0I/AAAAAAAAAYw/m7fLoAA_bbs/s400/montanas%252520del%252520huila.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Recorres mi vida como un río,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>a veces desapareces</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y dejas sitio a un mar de sensaciones;</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>vive tu vida de río </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y llévame contigo </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>hasta el horizonte de tus sueños.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6349485255406042859?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-76813166897424016012011-10-03T15:31:00.003+02:002011-10-06T20:32:16.083+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6JlERWRW48/Tom7QqNfe3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/1HZXKsg-U-E/s1600/818600.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659260301650918258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j6JlERWRW48/Tom7QqNfe3I/AAAAAAAAAYk/1HZXKsg-U-E/s400/818600.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>Recuesta tu cabeza en mi pecho,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>duerme el sueño del amor,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>libre de consciencia, ama,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>vive y llevame contigo allí</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>donde los sueños no lo son</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#333399;"><strong>y el alma vuela libre...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7681316689742401601?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-73604863445131882782011-09-10T22:38:00.004+02:002011-09-10T22:45:04.918+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxK9fDuBzLw/TmvK14OKQWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/en3sm32LbdQ/s1600/pico-oxbow.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650833184440074594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NxK9fDuBzLw/TmvK14OKQWI/AAAAAAAAAYc/en3sm32LbdQ/s400/pico-oxbow.jpg" /></a><strong><span style="color:#330099;"> Fue noche sin fin, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">abrazo olvidado, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">suspendido en un tiempo amoroso.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Fue lo que fue </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">y rocé la estrella ya olvidada </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">de la ternura sin fin.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Solo fue...<br /></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7360486344513188278?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-11114971817565865952011-08-03T23:21:00.003+02:002011-08-03T23:27:04.451+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6abmJs4Iboc/Tjm86hSCdrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xsGv3eiG8lI/s1600/luna-creciente.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636744122183349938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6abmJs4Iboc/Tjm86hSCdrI/AAAAAAAAAYU/xsGv3eiG8lI/s400/luna-creciente.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>... y en agosto ya no me queda nada...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>pero tras la luna , miro, y estas tú...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1111497181756586595?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-33225340968273912602011-07-16T23:17:00.002+02:002011-07-16T23:21:36.065+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V13oERFaCYI/TiIAwtzWD3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ryC5RdxjqKs/s1600/pasion-logo2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630063321095212914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V13oERFaCYI/TiIAwtzWD3I/AAAAAAAAAYM/ryC5RdxjqKs/s400/pasion-logo2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Dueño de mis pasiones, </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">tienes la culpa de mis deseos.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3322534096827391260?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-85170817056192265502011-06-20T21:56:00.001+02:002011-06-20T21:58:08.275+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L38lLZhhfcs/Tf-mKu_o5QI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VOaRX2C7ADE/s1600/wyoming-grand-teton-national-park.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620393563325523202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L38lLZhhfcs/Tf-mKu_o5QI/AAAAAAAAAYE/VOaRX2C7ADE/s400/wyoming-grand-teton-national-park.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>El cielo se me ha ido de la vida...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8517081705619226550?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-46237279203020823822011-05-14T20:33:00.003+02:002011-05-14T20:48:00.816+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsTiMy8YGxM/Tc7N_UPaVKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_JUB-TN3S40/s1600/NIEBLA%257E1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606645073771648162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qsTiMy8YGxM/Tc7N_UPaVKI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_JUB-TN3S40/s400/NIEBLA%257E1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>No apartó su boca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>bebió de mi alma, </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>ciego de amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>lleno de deseos...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>No apartó su boca</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>y yo me vi</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>perdido en su cielo,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>acariciando su vida...</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4623727920302082382?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-70870738863202914592011-05-05T21:33:00.006+02:002011-05-06T22:11:35.559+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xozKtRm4Cag/TcL9N2oaHsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_pcV160m9ms/s1600/rio-tranquilo-entre-montanas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603319300847443650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xozKtRm4Cag/TcL9N2oaHsI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_pcV160m9ms/s400/rio-tranquilo-entre-montanas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Fruta jugosa en mi boca,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>bálsamo para mi corazón.</strong></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Eres el rio de mi vida,</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>recuerdo vivo, </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>latido eterno.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7087073886320291459?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-90729296603446211602011-04-02T00:21:00.005+02:002011-04-03T09:05:45.243+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf_8ZlBKLLI/TZZQwjGFGSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uEbiJeK5ODM/s1600/Bosque-015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590744782411733282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf_8ZlBKLLI/TZZQwjGFGSI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uEbiJeK5ODM/s400/Bosque-015.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">Te has dormido en una estrella</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#330099;">y mi sueño anhela tu cielo...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-9072929660344621160?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-81185807548433660882011-03-11T22:27:00.002+01:002011-03-11T22:34:08.436+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zssamFIXY0I/TXqVHuYZY_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/glXX1hlLvGU/s1600/noche_oscura.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582938648021132274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zssamFIXY0I/TXqVHuYZY_I/AAAAAAAAAXg/glXX1hlLvGU/s400/noche_oscura.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te fuiste, y mi vida fue noche oscura,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>día gris sin cantos de pájaros,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>vida oscura, gris, muda...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8118580754843366088?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-39726465672872503532011-02-16T23:37:00.002+01:002011-02-16T23:42:13.767+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNKNlIiFrIA/TVxSkuMRfsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VcaVfpRjZNw/s1600/montagne-500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574421229606108866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mNKNlIiFrIA/TVxSkuMRfsI/AAAAAAAAAXY/VcaVfpRjZNw/s400/montagne-500.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Llena mis cosas con la esencia de tu alma.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Asi podre soñarte en la ausencia </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y empapar mi vida de ti...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3972646567287250353?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-71561059387031315942011-01-29T01:10:00.002+01:002011-01-29T01:12:23.952+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TUNbDKkaYZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dMW_N3A-OxY/s1600/canadas-attractions-10-g10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567393674294878610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TUNbDKkaYZI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dMW_N3A-OxY/s400/canadas-attractions-10-g10.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7156105938703131594?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-84866398656050868162010-12-31T17:54:00.002+01:002011-01-01T02:06:22.440+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TR5-ARZtJBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PHqAcELABsM/s1600/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557017533358089234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TR5-ARZtJBI/AAAAAAAAAXE/PHqAcELABsM/s400/4.jpg" /></a><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 8px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 7px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556891674071383922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TR4LiTBZv3I/AAAAAAAAAW4/O36pI0KRHvo/s400/4.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8486639865605086816?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-58421766380489856222010-12-22T13:09:00.002+01:002010-12-22T13:12:36.537+01:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TRHqsdVjlJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8Cugv9Wl8Iw/s1600/navidad-en-las-montanas1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553477865034716306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TRHqsdVjlJI/AAAAAAAAAWs/8Cugv9Wl8Iw/s400/navidad-en-las-montanas1.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Para </span></strong></span><a href="mailto:tod@s"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>tod@s</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong> con cariño...</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5842176638048985622?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-13409168207584435512010-12-16T22:47:00.002+01:002010-12-16T22:55:14.674+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TQqKps2rU5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/tKDb8_YhmE0/s1600/1143.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551401939707319186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TQqKps2rU5I/AAAAAAAAAWk/tKDb8_YhmE0/s400/1143.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Ven, corta mi aire con tu daga amorosa,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>calma mis ansias de mirarme en tus pupilas;</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>dime que no vivo sin tu aliento de vida</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>roba la nube de mi cielo,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y llévame al abismo donde duermen los deseos.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1340916820758443551?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-45450785573193157032010-12-02T08:33:00.001+01:002010-12-02T08:40:31.153+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TPdL-HwmyrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VehJxmnVeFg/s1600/canada-turismo-nieve.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545984996736944818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TPdL-HwmyrI/AAAAAAAAAWU/VehJxmnVeFg/s400/canada-turismo-nieve.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">"Nieve"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">... pero hogueras en el corazón...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4545078557319315703?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-42191858608044676662010-11-29T08:42:00.003+01:002010-11-29T08:46:30.098+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TPNaD7hzJ-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/UebAaRqh_Ek/s1600/Angels_Fly_Thru_The_Sky.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544874589788776418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TPNaD7hzJ-I/AAAAAAAAAWM/UebAaRqh_Ek/s400/Angels_Fly_Thru_The_Sky.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Así, despacito y suave para no entorpecer todo el sentimiento de tu blog...</div><div align="center">Así, con cariño en los buenos recuerdos de la montaña...</div><div align="center">Así, enviándote todos los mejores deseos...</div><br /><div align="center">!!!FELICIDADES!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4219185860804467666?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-64598830465961868962010-11-21T22:32:00.002+01:002010-11-21T22:36:45.569+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TOmQ0TaMTxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JimeW49wckE/s1600/rockies-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542120044693835538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TOmQ0TaMTxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/JimeW49wckE/s400/rockies-1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">Eterna mirada enamorada,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">perdido en la nube de de tu alma, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">recorro la vida de tu sentimiento eterno.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6459883046596186896?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-68016452152625650602010-11-06T21:48:00.002+01:002010-11-06T21:51:20.558+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TNW_n0FDg-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/U4czf_DcdIE/s1600/oto%C3%B1o1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536542007637541858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TNW_n0FDg-I/AAAAAAAAAV8/U4czf_DcdIE/s400/oto%C3%B1o1.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><strong>No me robaste el corazón,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><strong>dejé mi puerta abierta para ti </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000066;"><strong>y te lo di todo.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6801645215262565060?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-66419262355397461862010-10-26T13:59:00.004+02:002010-10-26T14:07:55.923+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TMbEWpq22YI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Z6tmdkhhGtA/s1600/el_arco_iris_1024x768.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532325085693008258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TMbEWpq22YI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Z6tmdkhhGtA/s400/el_arco_iris_1024x768.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Como en un libro abierto</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>leo de tus pupilas en el fondo.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿A qué fingir el labio</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>risas que se desmienten con los ojos?</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>¡Llora! no te avergüences</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>de confesar que me quisiste un poco.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>¡Llora! nadie nos mira. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Ya ves; yo soy un hombre... y también lloro.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div align="right">Gustavo Adolfo Béquer</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6641926235539746186?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-90905505635067802292010-10-17T00:55:00.006+02:002010-10-17T12:24:25.065+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TLov-8dF0yI/AAAAAAAAAVk/P4DZFUW4N8o/s1600/luna21.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528784250977243938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TLov-8dF0yI/AAAAAAAAAVk/P4DZFUW4N8o/s400/luna21.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528782861235608530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TLouuDQ3W9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/awMS1nOQcV4/s400/abrazos31bv5.gif" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TLoteh3cRZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-sNlvP4g7NQ/s1600/flores_rojas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528781495060940178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TLoteh3cRZI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-sNlvP4g7NQ/s400/flores_rojas.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Hoy es el día en que Pon cumple años.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330033;">Quiero enviarte esta felicitación porque te recuerdo, porque te admiro y porque siempre que te leo consigues que me emocione.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">FELICIDADES PON</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#330099;">Disfruta de tu dia y de todos tus días.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#006600;">Sé feliz.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;">Hoy, como siempre, los mejores deseos para ti...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#993399;">FELICIDADES PON QUERIDA</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Un beso, un abrazo.... ya sabes...</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-9090550563506780229?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-66327583730306296342010-10-05T15:27:00.002+02:002010-10-05T15:32:40.984+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TKsooleeCTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PIiwee6Inm0/s1600/image005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524554045619833138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TKsooleeCTI/AAAAAAAAAVM/PIiwee6Inm0/s400/image005.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong> Cielo azul,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>caza de viento.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Luna llena</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>sol de enero.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6632758373030629634?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-7235411632197942432010-10-02T01:11:00.003+02:002010-10-02T01:22:15.330+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TKZsznU33GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bYW8LWwO6GI/s1600/image009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523221627002149986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TKZsznU33GI/AAAAAAAAAVE/bYW8LWwO6GI/s400/image009.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Y qué? si me dormí en tus ojos...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Y qué? si me dormí en tu pecho...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Y qué? si me dormí llorando...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Y qué? si me dormí muriendo...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Que te has ido y me has dejado</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">clavado en tu piel</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">sintiendo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">que la vida se me escapa</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">que se van los días de mi invierno...</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Toma ya mis manos frías</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">y arrástrame a tu encuentro.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Grita, vida de mi vida</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">como yo grito que te quiero.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-723541163219794243?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-59628721324969793572010-09-21T13:32:00.002+02:002010-09-21T13:38:32.339+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TJiZEu1UjYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kJf0gtr6CJ0/s1600/per07-33.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329649912745346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TJiZEu1UjYI/AAAAAAAAAU8/kJf0gtr6CJ0/s400/per07-33.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>No olvido el aroma de tus sueños </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>ni el perfume de tu risa.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>No pierde el alma su memoria</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>en compañia de tu piel.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5962872132496979357?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-80679570064925720012010-09-01T22:38:00.002+02:002010-09-01T22:48:26.813+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TH66AAjDkSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5kKFM6_GwYc/s1600/077-las-montanas-azules-katoomba.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512047503257866530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TH66AAjDkSI/AAAAAAAAAUs/5kKFM6_GwYc/s400/077-las-montanas-azules-katoomba.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Robaré tu primavera y olvidaré tu otoño. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Serás rosa robada y hoja al viento de mi alma.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8067957006492572001?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-72314173149011517942010-08-01T13:16:00.003+02:002010-08-01T13:23:29.409+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TFVZECyLRdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vyq8wZoayiI/s1600/lagos_y_montanas.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500400445904602578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TFVZECyLRdI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vyq8wZoayiI/s400/lagos_y_montanas.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">Mira, pase lo que pase,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">aunque se hunda el firmamento,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">aunque tu nombre y el mío</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">lo pisoteen por el suelo,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">y aunque la tierra se abra</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">y aun cuando lo sepa el pueblo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">y ponga nuestra bandera</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">de amor a los cuatro vientos,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">sígueme queriendo asi,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">tormento de mis tormentos.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">¡Ay, qué alegría y qué pena</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;">quererte como te quiero!</span></strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Rafael de León</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7231417314901151794?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-44992418002377675232010-07-28T23:24:00.004+02:002010-07-28T23:32:10.575+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TFChK_XcgcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/olLEuQzifC0/s1600/VELA_LED.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499072355199910338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TFChK_XcgcI/AAAAAAAAAUc/olLEuQzifC0/s400/VELA_LED.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Eres más fuerte que yo, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>al despedirnos me pediste que no llorara, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>cómo puedo no llorar, sabiendo que al partir, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>se quedará en tierra, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>tras de mi, mi alma...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Para Víctor, para Candela y toda su familia, para Marga y su enorme corazón..</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Besos</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4499241800237767523?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-64144562894035231912010-07-03T23:01:00.003+02:002010-07-03T23:11:21.324+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TC-nYuMjppI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dJJnjZ57-10/s1600/mi+broke.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 305px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489790513947322002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TC-nYuMjppI/AAAAAAAAAUU/dJJnjZ57-10/s400/mi+broke.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Por tí, mi alma salió de su escondite</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">y mi cuerpo guardó tus secretos...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6414456289403523191?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-23386104391136307962010-06-21T22:14:00.003+02:002010-06-21T22:28:03.629+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TB_LLJxDJhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SW0PTQ4Uww4/s1600/FELIZ_~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485326263621199378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TB_LLJxDJhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/SW0PTQ4Uww4/s400/FELIZ_~1.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Hoy celebramos el cumpleaños de nuestra querida Dalia... </div><br /><div align="justify">Nuestra chica de los girasoles...</div><br /><div align="justify">La que siempre "está" presente en nuestros blogs y en nuestros corazones...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Hoy es tu día... y desde este rincón de la montaña quiero enviarte todas las felicidades del mundo... Todos los buenos deseos para hoy y para siempre...</div><br /><div align="justify">Te recuerdo siempre con mucho cariño pero hoy especialmente, porque en tu día espero que seas todo lo feliz que se pueda ser...</div><br /><div align="justify">Dalia, recibe hoy todos los besos que te mando desde este lado del mar......</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">FELICIDADES DALIA</span></strong></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2338610439113630796?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-87238737107522788572010-06-02T21:54:00.004+02:002010-06-04T15:38:11.257+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TAa7HKs8zQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GvGcw0ObGtg/s1600/snowy-mountain-range-in-wyoming-wy305.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478271728549154050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/TAa7HKs8zQI/AAAAAAAAAUE/GvGcw0ObGtg/s400/snowy-mountain-range-in-wyoming-wy305.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>En tus ojos un misterio; </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>en tus labios un enigma. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Y yo, fijo en tus miradas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y extasiado en tus sonrisas.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right">Rubén Dario</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8723873710752278857?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-66671060631582959012010-05-08T23:45:00.001+02:002010-05-08T23:49:52.391+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S-XcDcUfuSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0sqErid0BFY/s1600/SL374143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469019274211211554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S-XcDcUfuSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/0sqErid0BFY/s400/SL374143.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Detén mi tiempo en tu reloj.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Sólo silencio, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>sólo tu olor a primavera.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Haz mi minuto eterno</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y entraré en la rosa de tu alma.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6667106063158295901?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-81231709697812090502010-04-03T22:09:00.002+02:002010-04-03T22:18:58.420+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S7eid4qcw3I/AAAAAAAAATs/z9uaXwy9sBQ/s1600/comienza_la_primavera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456008107892982642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S7eid4qcw3I/AAAAAAAAATs/z9uaXwy9sBQ/s400/comienza_la_primavera.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Dejo mi mundo en tus manos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>para que lo adornes con tu sonrisa </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y lo ilumines con tu mirada, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>para que lo impregnes de amor </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y lo conviertas en felicidad.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8123170969781209050?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-87098511511898202062010-03-10T22:06:00.002+01:002010-03-10T22:12:15.762+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S5gKF-yOubI/AAAAAAAAATk/3wwZDXPNpdE/s1600-h/glarus-primavera.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447114847173917106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S5gKF-yOubI/AAAAAAAAATk/3wwZDXPNpdE/s400/glarus-primavera.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Cúbreme con tu calor, lléname de tu vida, enciende mi llama y arderemos juntos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8709851151189820206?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-24855039970068819882010-02-26T22:46:00.003+01:002010-02-26T22:48:33.689+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S4hBk2Kd0lI/AAAAAAAAATc/OLh23ln7DQw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442672250947752530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S4hBk2Kd0lI/AAAAAAAAATc/OLh23ln7DQw/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Mil veces intento olvidarte, mil veces vuelves con tu belleza tierna y penetrante, mi voluntad es de tu amor y mi amor es tuyo.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2485503997006881988?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-77059620116997684052010-02-04T22:37:00.001+01:002010-02-04T22:41:12.863+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S2s-W3HgIiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fczUWfm1heE/s1600-h/parque-nacional-banff-alberta-canada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434505937826095650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S2s-W3HgIiI/AAAAAAAAATU/fczUWfm1heE/s400/parque-nacional-banff-alberta-canada.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Despierta tu mirada enamorada, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>construye un palacio de felicidad para los dos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>con la ternura de tu cuerpo </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y el deseo de mis ojos, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>respira este segundo y atrápame tan solo con un beso.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7705962011699768405?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-59581597461442486312010-01-21T22:43:00.001+01:002010-01-21T22:47:34.976+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S1jLSXBlXcI/AAAAAAAAATM/CVARHFbou_w/s1600-h/hoguera-san-juan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429312867073875394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S1jLSXBlXcI/AAAAAAAAATM/CVARHFbou_w/s400/hoguera-san-juan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Mece mis sentimientos con tu mirada dulce, deja que me duerma esta noche en tu regazo, mientras cierro los ojos y recuerdo tu cara bella para soñar mientras viva.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5958159746144248631?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-91816492896996382922010-01-05T17:32:00.002+01:002010-01-05T17:37:43.020+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S0NqpHADxsI/AAAAAAAAATE/biktW6le8PQ/s1600-h/rio-nedas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423295630770685634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/S0NqpHADxsI/AAAAAAAAATE/biktW6le8PQ/s400/rio-nedas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Un beso es la brisa que agita las llamas del amor.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-9181649289699638292?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-3938439760641678962009-12-31T08:55:00.005+01:002009-12-31T09:09:52.468+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SzxZKKOPSaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MwBVoe7b6nM/s1600-h/2002-18w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421306082524875170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SzxZKKOPSaI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MwBVoe7b6nM/s400/2002-18w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>Que el fuego de las hogueras no se apague... </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>¡¡Buen año para todos!!</strong></span></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-393843976064167896?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-35649990316820827482009-12-22T22:04:00.001+01:002009-12-22T22:07:57.250+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SzE0akXcfTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yMw9u0XUOyc/s1600-h/ph-116751.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418169457746672946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SzE0akXcfTI/AAAAAAAAAS0/yMw9u0XUOyc/s400/ph-116751.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Nunca una montaña nevada calentó tantos corazones...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Feliz Navidad a todos/as...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Besos</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3564999031682082748?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-57397171777444222822009-12-02T23:04:00.002+01:002009-12-02T23:06:54.076+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sxbk6-yM3DI/AAAAAAAAASs/i6wkOZBMT3k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410763704269331506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sxbk6-yM3DI/AAAAAAAAASs/i6wkOZBMT3k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Amar es no tener aliento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>para decir lo que sientes, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>y enviar el mensaje con</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>la mirada en su lugar.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5739717177744422282?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-62167056896648801892009-11-23T17:25:00.002+01:002009-11-23T17:27:49.690+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Swq396GCJQI/AAAAAAAAASk/CN_WtEH5prE/s1600/vermillion-river-kootenay-national-park-canada1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407336576806167810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Swq396GCJQI/AAAAAAAAASk/CN_WtEH5prE/s400/vermillion-river-kootenay-national-park-canada1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Quien viaja por amor</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>encuentra mil kilómetros</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>tan largos como uno.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Proverbio Japonés</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6216705689664880189?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-42962167034093213342009-11-14T12:37:00.002+01:002009-11-14T12:39:44.646+01:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sv6WfoBupyI/AAAAAAAAASc/VAcWWpPSOw0/s1600-h/Caballo_puesta_de_sol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922072955954978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sv6WfoBupyI/AAAAAAAAASc/VAcWWpPSOw0/s400/Caballo_puesta_de_sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te quiero por ser tú.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te quiero por lo que haces y dices.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te quiero porque me quieres.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te quiero por dejarme quererte.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Te quiero.</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4296216703409321334?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-6847012495000835312009-10-29T22:37:00.003+01:002009-10-29T22:39:47.931+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SuoLlzS79DI/AAAAAAAAASU/4LMmsMNL628/s1600-h/2226358793_3991fb5ae5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398139847409660978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SuoLlzS79DI/AAAAAAAAASU/4LMmsMNL628/s400/2226358793_3991fb5ae5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>El amor es una enfermedad que te llena de deseo de ser deseado...</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-684701249500083531?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-51676273633847137772009-10-22T20:58:00.002+02:002009-10-22T21:01:43.888+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SuCr9BYZXiI/AAAAAAAAASM/np3zey3GF88/s1600-h/montanas-59.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395501418420985378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SuCr9BYZXiI/AAAAAAAAASM/np3zey3GF88/s400/montanas-59.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">En asuntos de amor, los locos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">son los que tienen más</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">experiencia. De amor no preguntes</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">nunca a los cuerdos; los cuerdos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">aman cuerdamente, que es como </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">no haber amado nunca.</span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Jacinto Benavente</span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5167627363384713777?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-54807076791814758862009-10-12T12:47:00.002+02:002009-10-12T12:51:02.022+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/StMJ-Czd9dI/AAAAAAAAASE/XNMxQD5KpHc/s1600-h/montanas-23.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391664140401898962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/StMJ-Czd9dI/AAAAAAAAASE/XNMxQD5KpHc/s400/montanas-23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Fue amor a primera vista,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>amor eterno: un sentimiento</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>desconocido, inesperado (en la </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>medida en que puede serlo un</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>asunto de conocimiento consciente);</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>se apoderó por completo de él, y</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>entendió, con gozosa sorpresa, que </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>era para siempre.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Thomas Mann</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5480707679181475886?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-21444305912587743182009-10-03T15:05:00.002+02:002009-10-03T15:09:34.928+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SsdM6cEHRZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZfCY448Xb50/s1600-h/paisajes-118.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388360046021658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SsdM6cEHRZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ZfCY448Xb50/s400/paisajes-118.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Y estoy abrazado a ti sin preguntarte, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de miedo a que no sea verdad </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>que tú vives y me quieres. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Y estoy abrazado a ti </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>sin mirar y sin tocarte. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>No vaya a ser que descubra </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>con preguntas, con caricias, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>esa soledad inmensa </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de quererte sólo yo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Pedro Salinas</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2144430591258774318?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-74619981169661721652009-09-04T23:56:00.003+02:002009-09-05T00:10:09.179+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SqGQBKQByyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v2hpjU2FPSc/s1600-h/luna+llena.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377737779662932770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SqGQBKQByyI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v2hpjU2FPSc/s400/luna+llena.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Antes de amarte, amor, nada era mío: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">vacilé por las calles y las cosas</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">nada contaba ni tenía nombre: </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">el mundo era del aire que esperaba.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><br />Yo conocí salones cenicientos, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">túneles habitados por la luna, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">hangares crueles que se despedían, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">preguntas que insistían en la arena.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><br />Todo estaba vacío, muerto y mudo, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">caído, abandonado y decaído, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">todo era inalienablemente ajeno,</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><br />todo era de los otros y de nadie, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">hasta que tu belleza y tu pobreza </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">llenaron el otoño de regalos.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Pablo Neruda</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7461998116966172165?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-41231296190304266272009-08-17T11:16:00.002+02:002009-08-17T11:22:37.559+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SokhOp8KGgI/AAAAAAAAARs/TT5euVFaKFw/s1600-h/camisas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370860566276086274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SokhOp8KGgI/AAAAAAAAARs/TT5euVFaKFw/s400/camisas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Dime que has hecho conmigo, que no respiro otra cosa más que tu recuerdo, ni siento nada que no te pertenezca. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Dime por qué me enamoraste y me dejaste sin mas razón que tu amor.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4123129619030426627?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-14893284451475071682009-08-02T22:42:00.002+02:002009-08-02T22:51:04.855+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SnX8J0JQDjI/AAAAAAAAARk/3WzC7qZV28Y/s1600-h/29puuq8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365471776628280882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SnX8J0JQDjI/AAAAAAAAARk/3WzC7qZV28Y/s400/29puuq8.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Y si no das más, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>tan sólo encuentra lo que hay en tus manos, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>piensa que dar amor nunca es en vano.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Sigue adelante sin mirar atrás...</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Pablo Neruda</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1489328445147507168?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-3782799390333109342009-07-12T21:10:00.002+02:002009-07-12T21:14:30.264+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Slo2A4PutVI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q7UVyeseQZs/s1600-h/luna1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357654095436887378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Slo2A4PutVI/AAAAAAAAARc/Q7UVyeseQZs/s400/luna1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>No despertaré de tí, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>tu amor será mi sueño </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y tú mi refugio: </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>no despertaré de tí , </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>para siempre soñar contigo.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">( Anónimo )</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-378279939033310934?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-77145011390670255902009-06-27T14:04:00.001+02:002009-06-27T14:06:07.185+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SkYLGrIKMlI/AAAAAAAAARU/h1vQFUGN1nY/s1600-h/alaska-state-main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351977416460481106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SkYLGrIKMlI/AAAAAAAAARU/h1vQFUGN1nY/s400/alaska-state-main.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><a title="Enviar frase" href="http://www.proverbia.net/enviar_frase.asp?id=9931"></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"><strong>Ama un solo día y el mundo habrá cambiado.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7714501139067025590?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-32511384597023613762009-06-11T23:21:00.004+02:002009-06-11T23:39:10.960+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SjF3WbRR15I/AAAAAAAAARE/DVmSVHZKVak/s1600-h/alberta+canada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346185459826546578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SjF3WbRR15I/AAAAAAAAARE/DVmSVHZKVak/s400/alberta+canada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Las velas francas de la amistad desplegadas, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>listas para enfrentar cualquier viento, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>cualquier tormenta. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Así zarpamos tú y yo, amigo, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>por las aguas turbulentas de la vida.</strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Una verdadera aventura es la que vivo con vosotros, amigos mios del alma, desde que vimos una pelicula que nos dejó marcados para siempre...</div><div align="justify">Nos encontramos con una montaña y no pudimos bajar de ella porque quedamos atrapados.</div><div align="justify">Así, pasan los meses, los años, y aquí continuamos, compartiendo y viviendo esta aventura de la amistad que no conoce distancias, sexos, fronteras...</div><div align="justify">Es un pequeñisimo homenaje a mis amigos de la montaña pero especialmente por quienes siento una debilidad muy especial... Porque me aportan cosas buenas y me hacen la vida agradable... Porque aprendo y me hacen ser mejor persona ... Porque los quiero a pesar de no decirselo...</div><div align="justify">Por riguroso orden de llegada: Un ángel (Fer), Dalia, Rosa de Fuego... Sois mis niños queridos... muy queridos...</div><div align="justify">El resto de amigos visitantes de este blog, los llevo en mi corazón también... pero he querido permitirme esta licencia y sin bajar de la montaña, traeros un poquito de mi mar...</div><div align="justify">Gracias por todo... </div><div align="justify">Abrazos...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3251138459702361376?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-77722643696470666502009-06-01T22:18:00.002+02:002009-06-01T22:21:05.567+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SiQ360M5jEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PJadczcbRv8/s1600-h/foto+canada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342456541552938050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SiQ360M5jEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/PJadczcbRv8/s400/foto+canada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;">¡Mírame!... Tus miradas me quemaron,<br />y tengo sed de ese mirar, eterno...</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7772264369647066650?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-54461327584956234362009-05-16T18:48:00.004+02:002009-05-16T18:58:41.326+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sg7wcT9zhPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M1Y7G3NLICI/s1600-h/wyoming.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336466977667122418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Sg7wcT9zhPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/M1Y7G3NLICI/s400/wyoming.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se creía dueño del mundo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>porque latía en sus sentidos. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Lo aprisionaba con su carne </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>donde se estrellaban los siglos. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Con su antorcha de juventud </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>iluminaba los abismos. </strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se creía dueño del mundo: </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>su centro fatal y divino. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Lo pregonaba cada nube, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>cada grano de sol o trigo. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Si cerraba los ojos, todo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>se apagaba, sin un quejido. </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Nada era si él lo borraba </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de sus ojos o sus oídos.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se creía dueño del mundo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>porque nunca nadie le dijo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>cómo las cosas hieren, baten </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>a quien las sacó del olvido, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>cómo aplastan desde lo eterno </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>a los soñadores vencidos. </strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se creía dueño del mundo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y no era dueño de sí mismo.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">José Hierro</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5446132758495623436?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-74221371073844660592009-05-01T13:03:00.003+02:002009-05-16T18:59:16.075+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SfrYBGwV9II/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZSKr2zSNNNo/s1600-h/rocky.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330810622451250306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SfrYBGwV9II/AAAAAAAAAQs/ZSKr2zSNNNo/s400/rocky.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>Así es mi vida, piedra, como tú. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>Como tú, piedra pequeña; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, piedra ligera; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, canto que ruedas </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>por las calzadas y por las veredas; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, guijarro humilde </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>de las carreteras; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, que en días de tormenta </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>te hundes en el cieno de la tierra </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>y luego centelleas bajo los cascos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>y bajo las ruedas; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, que no has servido </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>para ser ni piedra de una lonja, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>ni piedra de una audiencia, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>ni piedra de un palacio, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>ni piedra de una iglesia; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, piedra aventurera; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>como tú, que tal vez estás hecha </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>sólo para una honda, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><strong>piedra pequeña y ligera...<br /></strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">León Felipe</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7422137107384466059?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-37759846109356295452009-04-17T22:34:00.002+02:002009-04-17T22:38:49.067+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SejovwJVs5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tnzwQjbZvQQ/s1600-h/mmm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325762466441180050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SejovwJVs5I/AAAAAAAAAQE/tnzwQjbZvQQ/s400/mmm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>No lo creo todavía, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>estás llegando a mi lado </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y la noche es un puñado </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de estrellas y de alegría.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong><br />Palpo, gusto escucho</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y veo tu rostro, tu paso largo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>tus manos y sin embargo </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>todavía no lo creo.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Mario Benedetti</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3775984610935629545?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-1231118334091680082009-03-20T12:22:00.003+01:002009-03-20T12:54:30.234+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/ScN-v02J3dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zEQiw9hIPqw/s1600-h/spring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315231345332051410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/ScN-v02J3dI/AAAAAAAAAP8/zEQiw9hIPqw/s400/spring.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#000066;">"<span style="font-size:130%;">Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera"</span></span></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;">Pablo Neruda</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-123111833409168008?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-34534485009958101982009-02-20T20:15:00.003+01:002009-02-20T20:18:41.979+01:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SZ8BYUvxOzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/o5jPkmsXrYQ/s1600-h/mountains_med.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304960403463289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SZ8BYUvxOzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/o5jPkmsXrYQ/s400/mountains_med.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Solo cuando he amado mucho es cuando me doy cuenta que no he amado lo suficiente...</span></strong></span><br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3453448500995810198?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-18419028014492739962009-02-05T22:29:00.002+01:002009-02-05T22:33:00.740+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SYta1YG_ONI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E13LzQrLP1I/s1600-h/mm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299429259582847186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SYta1YG_ONI/AAAAAAAAAPc/E13LzQrLP1I/s400/mm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>"Nos encontraremos en un lugar donde solo nosotros sabemos que nos pertenece"...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1841902801449273996?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-24364383898868919732009-01-23T22:13:00.003+01:002009-01-23T22:16:42.969+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SXozkVNM-MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5-eKqhGrNKE/s1600-h/retrovisor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294601011188267202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SXozkVNM-MI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5-eKqhGrNKE/s400/retrovisor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>"¿En qué lugar, en dónde, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>a qué deshoras me dirás que te amo? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Esto es urgente </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>porque la eternidad se nos acaba..."</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Jaime Sabines</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2436438389886891973?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-15854896757973652452009-01-04T21:54:00.004+01:002009-01-04T21:59:07.388+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SWEimoxlQ5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-0ZZht9yxiU/s1600-h/canmore+alberta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287545484685427602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SWEimoxlQ5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/-0ZZht9yxiU/s400/canmore+alberta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Abrázame para que pueda sentirte, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>para que no tenga que añorarte, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>abrázame para entregarme a ti </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y poner tu nombre a mi dicha.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1585489675797365245?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-83372584411952947462008-12-31T10:13:00.003+01:002008-12-31T10:18:14.751+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SVs4gr9CQII/AAAAAAAAAOo/Is5Zk0fLuBk/s1600-h/kaninaskis_alberta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285880721855103106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SVs4gr9CQII/AAAAAAAAAOo/Is5Zk0fLuBk/s400/kaninaskis_alberta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>FELIZ AÑO 2.009</strong></span></div><br /><p> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;">y... gracias por compartir... </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8337258441195294746?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-17420230117642915902008-12-12T22:08:00.002+01:002008-12-12T22:17:08.905+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SULUxJ_yibI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nnjmk1GL01o/s1600-h/luna.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279015654193793458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SULUxJ_yibI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Nnjmk1GL01o/s400/luna.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Adónde fuiste, Amor; adónde fuiste? </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se extinguió del poniente el manso fuego, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y tú que me decías: «hasta luego, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>volveré por la noche»... ¡no volviste!</strong></span> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Amado Nervo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1742023011764291590?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-52878963462161262322008-12-01T18:00:00.003+01:002008-12-01T18:57:29.034+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/STQb4y0SWNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/68_lmjOjZsY/s1600-h/beartoothlake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274871726085396690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/STQb4y0SWNI/AAAAAAAAAOU/68_lmjOjZsY/s400/beartoothlake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Es la mañana llena de tempestad</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>en el corazón del verano.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Como pañuelos blancos de adiós viajan las nubes,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>el viento las sacude con sus viajeras manos.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Innumerable corazón del viento </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>latiendo sobre nuestro silencio enamorado.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Zumbando entre los árboles, orquestal y divino,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>como una lengua llena de guerras y de cantos.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Viento que lleva en rápido robo la hojarasca </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>y desvía las flechas latientes de los pájaros.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Viento que la derriba en ola sin espuma</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>y sustancia sin peso, y fuegos inclinados.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000066;"><strong>Se rompe y se sumerge su volumen de besos</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">combatido en la puerta del viento del verano.</span> </span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#000066;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#000066;">Pablo Neruda</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5287896346216126232?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-26663232040225885602008-11-18T10:54:00.002+01:002008-11-18T11:06:59.048+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SSKTq26heNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/__S6_j5T_D0/s1600-h/-Unnamed_Lake-Wyoming.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269936878481668306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SSKTq26heNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/__S6_j5T_D0/s400/-Unnamed_Lake-Wyoming.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"><strong>"No sueñes tu vida, vive tus sueños"</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2666323204022588560?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-36704322923843937092008-11-14T23:42:00.002+01:002008-11-14T23:45:59.731+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SR3_ili2aGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NK_RBk2ddo4/s1600-h/sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268648108752267362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SR3_ili2aGI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NK_RBk2ddo4/s400/sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Me arrepiento de las palabras de amor que nunca dije....</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3670432292384393709?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-14305835140496501592008-11-07T23:44:00.003+01:002008-11-07T23:51:33.628+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SRTFGaaoPcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aFIodo6Ssg4/s1600-h/Moraine_Lake_17092005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266050578263850434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SRTFGaaoPcI/AAAAAAAAAN0/aFIodo6Ssg4/s400/Moraine_Lake_17092005.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>No estoy solo, tengo tantos recuerdos tuyos...</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1430583514049650159?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-70821820039031028062008-11-02T21:38:00.003+01:002008-11-02T21:44:43.984+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SQ4Q3Yn1gpI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZV4ck9obv_I/s1600-h/canada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264163558131073682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SQ4Q3Yn1gpI/AAAAAAAAANs/ZV4ck9obv_I/s400/canada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Cuéntame cómo vives; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>dime sencillamente cómo pasan tus días, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>tus lentísimos odios, tus pólvoras alegres </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>y las confusas olas que te llevan perdido</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>en la cambiante espuma de un blancor imprevisto.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Cuéntame cómo vives. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Ven a mí, cara a cara; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>dime tus mentiras (las mías son peores), </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>tus resentimientos (yo también los padezco), </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>y ese estúpido orgullo (puedo comprenderte). </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Cuéntame cómo mueres. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Nada tuyo es secreto:</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>la náusea del vacío (o el placer, es lo mismo); </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>la locura imprevista de algún instante vivo; </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>la esperanza que ahonda tercamente el vacío.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><br />Cuéntame cómo mueres, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cómo renuncias —sabio—, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cómo —frívolo— brillas de puro fugitivo, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>cómo acabas en nada y me enseñas,</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>es claro, a quedarme tranquilo.</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;">Gabriel Celaya</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7082182003903102806?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-20939426910986453792008-10-23T15:36:00.002+02:002008-10-23T15:41:41.002+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SQB-4EbmuZI/AAAAAAAAANk/iNuk2ioUfYA/s1600-h/oooo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260343866496039314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SQB-4EbmuZI/AAAAAAAAANk/iNuk2ioUfYA/s400/oooo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Qué hará con la memoria</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de esta noche tan clara </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>cuando todo termine? </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Qué hacer si cae la sed </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>sabiendo que está lejos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>la fuente en que bebía? </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Qué hará de este deseo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de terminar mil veces </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>por volver a encontrarle? </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Qué hacer cuando un mal aire </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de tristeza la envuelva </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>igual que un maleficio?</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong><br />¿Qué hará bajo el otoño </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>si el aire huele a humo </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>y a pólvora y a besos? </strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿Qué hacer?¿Qué hará? </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Preguntas a un azar </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>que ya tiene las suertes repartidas.</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">José Agustin Goitisolo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2093942691098645379?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-92004673839902375662008-10-11T22:32:00.002+02:002008-10-11T22:43:45.957+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SPEPzNwxFgI/AAAAAAAAANU/vTrX-ba7eQ0/s1600-h/0000.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255999612660028930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SPEPzNwxFgI/AAAAAAAAANU/vTrX-ba7eQ0/s400/0000.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Como en un libro abierto</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>leo de tus pupilas en el fondo. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¿A qué fingir el labio </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>risas que se desmienten con los ojos?</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong><br />¡Llora! No te avergüences </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>de confesar que me quisiste un poco. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>¡Llora! Nadie nos mira. </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"><strong>Ya ves; yo soy un hombre... y también lloro.</strong></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-9200467383990237566?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-78590279791566650462008-10-02T21:57:00.003+02:002008-10-02T22:07:07.861+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SOUpiZW1OwI/AAAAAAAAANM/OQuRbmGDSLo/s1600-h/yellowstone-lake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252650211296492290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SOUpiZW1OwI/AAAAAAAAANM/OQuRbmGDSLo/s400/yellowstone-lake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>¿Quiénes se amaron como nosotros? Busquemos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>las antiguas cenizas del corazón quemado </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y allí que caigan uno por uno nuestros besos </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>hasta que resucite la flor deshabitada. </strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Amemos el amor que consumió su fruto </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y descendió a la tierra con rostro y poderío: </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>tú y yo somos la luz que continúa, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>su inquebrantable espiga delicada.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Al amor sepultado por tanto tiempo frío, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>por nieve y primavera, por olvido y otoño, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>acerquemos la luz de una nueva manzana,</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>de la frescura abierta por una nueva herida, </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>como el amor antiguo que camina en silencio </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>por una eternidad de bocas enterradas.</strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Pablo Neruda</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7859027979156665046?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-63400652024583834922008-09-23T11:05:00.004+02:002008-09-23T11:11:57.419+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SNiyW13b3uI/AAAAAAAAANE/kZZp-SvwpHQ/s1600-h/tetons-snake-river.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249141471186771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SNiyW13b3uI/AAAAAAAAANE/kZZp-SvwpHQ/s400/tetons-snake-river.jpg" width="417" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>Ahora puedo oírte,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>puedo sentir tu silencio,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>puedo recorrer tus besos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y soñar tus labios,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>puedo hasta escuchar tu melodía,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>aún cuando estés lejos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><strong>y seas todo nostalgia.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6340065202458383492?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-55966904062905929622008-09-18T21:28:00.002+02:002008-09-18T21:44:09.522+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SNKvakrqRoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X4eRlK0bgXs/s1600-h/interrogacion1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247449386898310786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SNKvakrqRoI/AAAAAAAAAM8/X4eRlK0bgXs/s400/interrogacion1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Por acertar en el blog de Ana el autor/a de un libro, siguiendo como pista una parte del texto, tengo que hacer lo mismo y escribir un trocito para que alguien adivine de que autor se trata....</div><br /><div>Menudo lío, pues ni por lo más remoto pesé acertar...</div><br /><div>Pero aquí está lo que se me pide y prometo que es fácil, muy fácil....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">La niña no pudo hacer nada por detener la inspección de la señora. No podría decirse que la horrorizara, pero tampoco fue cómodo. Se sintió observada por todas las mujeres presentes, como si fuera un animal que esperan vender esa misma tarde al mejor postor.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;">Autor, hombre.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">Idioma, español.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5596690406290592962?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-7272474942859822272008-09-02T21:26:00.002+02:002008-09-02T21:29:57.350+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SL2TuAi9Z4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/X6ESaGT0iBA/s1600-h/esmeralda1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241507959959021442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SL2TuAi9Z4I/AAAAAAAAAM0/X6ESaGT0iBA/s400/esmeralda1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;">"La pasión se dá por la rebeldía del corazón, pero no sin ella"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-727247494285982227?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-77019779626227757712008-08-29T16:42:00.002+02:002008-08-29T16:45:14.832+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SLgLU_eOquI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BnZSzBEby8I/s1600-h/201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950621709085410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SLgLU_eOquI/AAAAAAAAAMk/BnZSzBEby8I/s400/201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>¿DONDE GUARDO EL DOLOR</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>SI TE LLEVASTE MI CORAZON?</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7701977962622775771?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-85136770177883227642008-08-20T23:45:00.002+02:002008-08-20T23:51:38.603+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SKyRDbbUVGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BVoD8o5Fu5U/s1600-h/Las%25204%2520velas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719954813015138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SKyRDbbUVGI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BVoD8o5Fu5U/s400/Las%25204%2520velas.jpg" width="350" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">A los fallecidos en el accidente de Spanair...<br />D.E.P.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8513677017788322764?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-42073967838046024702008-08-10T13:55:00.001+02:002008-08-10T13:58:25.471+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SJ7XnbvvTKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WUIG-wW7XGs/s1600-h/Lago.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232856889513954466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SJ7XnbvvTKI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WUIG-wW7XGs/s400/Lago.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;">"...no es que muera de amor</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000066;">muero de ti..."</span></strong><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4207396783804602470?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-69526552519349363542008-07-27T21:45:00.003+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.360+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SIzQY-nibAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8lVKbKMWGAg/s1600-h/MontanasRocosas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227782395014573058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SIzQY-nibAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8lVKbKMWGAg/s400/MontanasRocosas.jpg" width="384" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><strong>Amor ausente... pero mío.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6952655251934936354?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-28591425567106771992008-07-03T12:31:00.002+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.505+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SGyrbHiXoPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q5A_jeBu0s4/s1600-h/611311642_60018ef3fe_b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218734550583582962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SGyrbHiXoPI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Q5A_jeBu0s4/s400/611311642_60018ef3fe_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"><strong>No hay nada mas agradable que envolverte con el manto cálido que el secreto proporciona.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2859142556710677199?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-69860677203668469692008-06-30T10:32:00.003+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.617+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SGk00elExeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SsNP7psYt6M/s1600-h/pyramid-lake-alberta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217759719451837922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SGk00elExeI/AAAAAAAAAIY/SsNP7psYt6M/s400/pyramid-lake-alberta.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Ven hacia mí en silencio, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">con la sonrisa abierta,<br />absorbiendo en los ojos la noche iluminada;<br />deslízame en la mano<br />la imperceptible oferta del rayo<br />que la luna depositó en tu almohada</span>.</span> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6986067720366846969?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-67468830391631948312008-06-09T20:53:00.004+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.765+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SE19i1ajdKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R4oYJMtcli0/s1600-h/usa_gran_teton_nationalpark_wyoming.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209958381345010850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SE19i1ajdKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R4oYJMtcli0/s400/usa_gran_teton_nationalpark_wyoming.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Aún te veo, río de mi vida,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">con los ojos que miran las montañas.<br />Yo era una montaña con almendros</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">montaña solitaria.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Y viniste alegre con tu canto</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">y me besaste toda con tu agua.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Me dejaste inquietud para la noche</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">y el alma enamorada.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Aún te veo, río de mi vida,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">en la curva lejana,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">te vas cantando más entre los chopos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">te vas cantando más que en tu llegada.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Y yo,paralítica montaña;</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">inmóvil te recuerdo,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">enferma de volcanes, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">alocada,espero tu regreso, </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">río loco,que pasaste </span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">besando mi cuerpo de montaña.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Tuviste que seguir tu destino de río,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">y yo el mío triste de tierra amontonada.<br />Me dice el viento que vas al mar,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Te sigo río mío, con los ojos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Te sigo río mío con los ojos,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">ya que no puedo seguirte con las plantas.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Soñé… te quedarías a mi lado,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">como un lago sin cisnes,para siempre,</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">acunando mi ansia.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Qué locura más loca</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">enamorarse de un río una montaña!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Gloria Fuertes</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6746883039163194831?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-70035554671181503222008-06-01T02:43:00.002+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.883+01:00<div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206707688526645554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SEHxDm_tCTI/AAAAAAAAAII/x7Xe2jdUCzU/s400/velita_1.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">En recuerdo de Marga y su madre....</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">En estos duros momentos todo el cariño y un fuerte abrazo...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Besos....</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7003555467118150322?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-28072431601198364312008-05-17T00:49:00.002+02:002008-12-09T10:31:36.988+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SC4QZu2zvPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kraNANVTRvA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201112653920189682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SC4QZu2zvPI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kraNANVTRvA/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>Hace tantas lunas no soy tu abrazo,<br />llego una mañana y no éramos dos<br />como es que se ha ido, se me ha escapado<br />es que no ha sabido decirme adiós, no!<br /><br />Tal vez el comienzo aun sea un misterio<br />no hay por que tratar de ver que pasó<br />se que lo recuerda, sintió mi pecho,<br />y venciendo el miedo usted me besó.<br /><br />Dentro de mi te sentí<br />piel contra piel me perdí<br />Y así volando bajo<br />fuiste por mi fuego enamorado<br />y así de entre mis manos<br />te vi salir llorando...<br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2807243160119836431?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-88809370406063621952008-05-04T20:53:00.005+02:002008-12-09T10:31:37.282+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SB4HTv-06RI/AAAAAAAAAH4/50-1ydzaZOk/s1600-h/bb199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196599055911020818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SB4HTv-06RI/AAAAAAAAAH4/50-1ydzaZOk/s400/bb199.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SB4HKf-06QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bMkgij6c4t0/s1600-h/bb201.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196598896997230850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SB4HKf-06QI/AAAAAAAAAHw/bMkgij6c4t0/s400/bb201.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Hay hombres que nunca partirán, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>y se les ve en los ojos,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>pues uno recuerda sus ojos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>muchos años después de que han partido.</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8880937040606362195?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-64114445951254693682008-04-12T22:01:00.003+02:002008-12-09T10:31:37.430+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SAEXCN3StpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GLDPcsp3_Uk/s1600-h/photo_lg_alberta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188453572556273298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/SAEXCN3StpI/AAAAAAAAAHo/GLDPcsp3_Uk/s400/photo_lg_alberta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me recreo ante tu cuerpo como ante un paisaje imprevisto.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me sorprende verte en la desnudez juvenil, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">y ansío recorrerlo, como una anhelada geografía. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me ves pensando en la umbría vegetal de algunas grutas, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">o en el agua del muslo donde brillan las venas. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me perderé en un bosque que cruzo con mis manos, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">y pediré una larga estepa donde los labios hablen. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Me ves sorprendido, anonadado, pensando en habitarte. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y tú, mientras, te abandonas al cálido primor del aire. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Te dejas en la luz, que te navega; </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">y si miro tus ojos vuelvo al jardín oscuro donde es verano el verde. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Te miro otra vez y casi no te creo posible. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fulges, encantas, guarda tu cuerpo el hechizo insabido de la tierra. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Y despacio sonríes al irme yo acercando, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">atónito, hacia ti mientras el sol nos cubre con su luz, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">nos desdibuja, y nos va metiendo en la calma inmensa y rubia de la tarde.</span></strong> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Luis Antonio de Villena</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6411444595125469368?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-4524262780013282542008-03-09T13:06:00.002+01:002008-12-09T10:31:37.541+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R9PXym8CaoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ufAEqpYMd9A/s1600-h/lagomoraine.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175717661224626818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R9PXym8CaoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ufAEqpYMd9A/s400/lagomoraine.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>Bésame en la ausencia....<br />y mis lágrimas se vestirán de sonrisas.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-452426278001328254?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-54180064597097324992008-02-21T09:29:00.003+01:002008-12-09T10:31:37.798+01:00<div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169351745309620818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R706BiI5ulI/AAAAAAAAAHY/Xn0gMcP9wuc/s400/bb114.jpg" border="0" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R703biI5ukI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z7W5Ci5H47k/s1600-h/bb113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169348893451336258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R703biI5ukI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Z7W5Ci5H47k/s400/bb113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Este blog nació con el propósito de encontrar palabras de amor hechas poesía, para seguir gritando el sentimiento nacido por una pelicula...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Lo que ella ha provocado lo sabemos todos muy bien ya, claro que lo sabemos...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Pero aunque la historia, la película sigue viva, sigue latiendo y emocionando..., quizás ahora más especialmente todavía, yo no puedo continuar buscando poesías como antes... No puedo... No me sale...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Llegué despacio, de puntillas y así dejo este blog (al menos de momento), despacio y en silencio.</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Recorro vuestras casas siempre que tengo un ratito y ultimamente lo hago también de puntillas pero siempre con respeto y cariño,,, y sobre todo con mucha admiración...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">La puerta de esta casa queda abierta, para seguir respirando aire de montañas, de nuestras montañas queridas...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">Hoy, como Jack Twist, miro a la luna y después bajo la mirada hacia el valle donde sé que un un minúsculo puntito, allí, junto a una hoguera, descansa Ennis del Mar...</span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5418006459709732499?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-78318864095821097652008-01-23T21:22:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:31:37.966+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R5ekwaVVHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ewjcABLUAVs/s1600-h/una_escena_de_la_pelicula_brokeback_mountain_articlepopup.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158773049785654562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R5ekwaVVHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ewjcABLUAVs/s400/una_escena_de_la_pelicula_brokeback_mountain_articlepopup.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><blockquote><br /><p><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">He pasado por todos los blogs...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Os he buscado...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">A vosotros me agarro...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Con vosotros lloro...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Queda el recuerdo...</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Quedan corazones dolidos porque han perdido a alguien.. a alguien que los llenó para siempre...</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">Besos para <a href="mailto:tod@s">tod@s</a>...</span></p></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7831886409582109765?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-88639150211054583542007-12-14T15:22:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:31:38.013+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R2KTSPTmd4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZvBWYL1id6Y/s1600-h/bb378.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143835665966200706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R2KTSPTmd4I/AAAAAAAAAHA/ZvBWYL1id6Y/s400/bb378.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>Decir adiós no cuesta nada</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong>lo dificil es despedirse...</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8863915021105458354?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-15561488247255510122007-11-20T23:34:00.000+01:002008-12-09T10:31:38.151+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R0NibE6TeyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f42COhFbSug/s1600-h/bb373.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135056217446775586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/R0NibE6TeyI/AAAAAAAAAG4/f42COhFbSug/s400/bb373.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Más allá de las palabras, de los sentidos y las ideas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>en el territorio oculto de tiempos escurridizos</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>su piel de mares infinitos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>acuna la fuerza de las esperanzas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>agitando su melodía de fuegos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>en las manos del arco iris.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-1556148824725551012?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-30146221385214526792007-10-01T23:20:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:38.350+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RwFme1Ln2pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z_DegJtx_bo/s1600-h/bb295.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116483331527531154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RwFme1Ln2pI/AAAAAAAAAGo/Z_DegJtx_bo/s400/bb295.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Bésame en mi mundo sin palabras que no miente nunca, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">en el que mi boca mordisquea el deseo, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">el suspiro es el grito de mi alma enamorada, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">las sonrisas son las cosquillas de tus duendes en mis recuerdos, </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">la mirada está perdida en tu distancia.</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Bésame en mis momentos de lluvia </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">que llena el mar que nos separa.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-3014622138521452679?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-54837802343862606642007-09-08T19:11:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:38.487+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RuLZNSYCbrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fUYbiRgzx8o/s1600-h/bb486.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107883749685751474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RuLZNSYCbrI/AAAAAAAAAGg/fUYbiRgzx8o/s400/bb486.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Besa mis interrogantes, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>pero bésalos con pasión, con lengua, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>a corazón abierto...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Bésame sin dudas, sin tiempo, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>sin miedos, con los labios dispuestos a morir...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-5483780234386260664?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-49727121592449690292007-08-25T23:35:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:38.646+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RtCjByYCbqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9UmkqQSQZM/s1600-h/bb834.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102757628908564130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RtCjByYCbqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/J9UmkqQSQZM/s400/bb834.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Mi cabeza inclinada sobre el aire </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">miraba su cabeza hecha amor por mis ojos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">cuando de sus cabellos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">saltaban las abejas para dejar su miel </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">en los labios resecos y sin esperanzas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">en los labios hundidos bajo las palabras </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">llenas de amor y sangre.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><br />Nuestras cabezas acaban por perderse </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">envueltas en las nubes </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">la mía inclinada sobre el aire </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">la suya hecha amor por mis ojos.</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right">José María Hinojosa</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4972712159244969029?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-40862981700462736202007-08-21T22:36:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:38.943+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RstQWSYCbpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FBNbnhG6uRo/s1600-h/bb340.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101259346747223698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RstQWSYCbpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FBNbnhG6uRo/s400/bb340.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Te quise tanto, tanto, </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>que la gente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>me señalaba </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>igual que a un apestado;</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>¡pero qué feliz era sobre el puente</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>de tu amor, oh, mi río desbordado!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>La saliva en mi boca se hizo nieve,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>y me morí como un jacinto breve</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>apoyado en la rosa de tu hombro.</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Rafael de León</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4086298170046273620?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-85714795743563618242007-08-13T18:42:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:39.054+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RsCL48M3GDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6BDkj3P4OP0/s1600-h/bb107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098228588532406322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RsCL48M3GDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6BDkj3P4OP0/s400/bb107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Amar es este tímido silencio </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>cerca de ti, sin que lo sepas, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>y recordar tu voz cuando te marchas </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>y sentir el calor de tu saludo. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Amar es aguardarte </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>como si fueras parte del ocaso, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>ni antes ni después, para que estemos solos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>entre los juegos y los cuentos </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>sobre la tierra seca. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>Amar es percibir, cuando te ausentas, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>tu perfume en el aire que respiro, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>y contemplar la estrella en que te alejas </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">cuando cierro la puerta de la noche.</span> </strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Salvador Novo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-8571479574356361824?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-28255443283193148812007-08-07T23:23:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:39.164+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rrjjx8M3GCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jDwaxSkmLbg/s1600-h/bb346.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096073425482881058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rrjjx8M3GCI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jDwaxSkmLbg/s400/bb346.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong>Buscando un color al viento encontré un arcoíris de amor en tu cuerpo.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-2825544328319314881?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-44143977774103317322007-08-01T20:55:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:39.248+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RrDYUMM3GBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hAn1z6PrzIM/s1600-h/bb379.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093809019940182034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/RrDYUMM3GBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/hAn1z6PrzIM/s400/bb379.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>¡Tú no sabes cuánto sufro! </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>¡Tú que has puesto mis tinieblas en mi noche, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>y amargura más profunda en mi dolor! </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>Tú has dejado, como el hierro que se deja en una herida, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>en mi oído la caricia dolorosa de tu voz.</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-4414397777410331732?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-65602397228272508192007-07-28T14:00:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:39.353+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rqsw-MM3GAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iltwyDL-Jj4/s1600-h/bb207.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092217648657668098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rqsw-MM3GAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iltwyDL-Jj4/s400/bb207.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>Con el misterio de la mirada,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>bajo la tormenta oscura de palabras,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>en la tristeza o puñal de cada beso,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>hasta la ira o la melancolía,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>te hubiera amado.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-6560239722827250819?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25823968.post-72131692433099305982007-07-19T23:59:00.000+02:002008-12-09T10:31:39.438+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rp_hgp395rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/re6PJDET4wQ/s1600-h/bb709.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089034055064610482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V3Xwu2Jm0wU/Rp_hgp395rI/AAAAAAAAAFo/re6PJDET4wQ/s400/bb709.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>Mi corazón no ha encontrado la estación del olvido....</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25823968-7213169243309930598?l=delamoryotrascosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mar del Nortehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18032819567606313891noreply@blogger.com5