<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674</id><updated>2012-01-07T00:58:49.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAS DE MARIPOSA</title><subtitle type='html'>Un intento porque éstas alas finalmente tengan un cuerpo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2618611031945313872</id><published>2011-06-09T12:06:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:18:18.254+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo y nada.. pero contigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EroI7j1ZK4/TfCaa7beZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/anzEQT4qyFA/s1600/40123_1475907654848_1148416637_31100523_2137386_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EroI7j1ZK4/TfCaa7beZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/anzEQT4qyFA/s1600/40123_1475907654848_1148416637_31100523_2137386_n.jpg" t8="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo y nada.. pero contigo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cada día que pasa siento que la soledad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;forma ya parte de olvido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo contigo siento que poco a poco..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Medio bailando, medio volando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Descubro despierta cosas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que solo conocía soñando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres mi mejor manera de vivir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un café, dos tostadas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un beso de amor todas las mañanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres brisa fresca en mi cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El mejor amanecer es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La sensación de&amp;nbsp;mis manos&amp;nbsp;acariciando tu cuerpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es canción de libertad en mi mente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi mejor regalo durante el día es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El placer de&amp;nbsp;ver tus ojos, leer tus labios y oir tu voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es alimento para mi alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La mejor manera de acabar el día es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Olerte en la&amp;nbsp;oscuridad de la noche &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que con caricias en mi pecho tus ganas se queden dormidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y yo se.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que mientras bailo o vuelo contigo, llega de nuevo el día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y el ritual empieza de nuevo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y quiero todo y nada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero siempre que sea contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2618611031945313872?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2618611031945313872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2011/06/todo-y-nada-pero-contigo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2618611031945313872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2618611031945313872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2011/06/todo-y-nada-pero-contigo.html' title='Todo y nada.. pero contigo.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4EroI7j1ZK4/TfCaa7beZ7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/anzEQT4qyFA/s72-c/40123_1475907654848_1148416637_31100523_2137386_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4165431220167876981</id><published>2010-12-08T16:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T16:22:47.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuerpo y alas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TP-irmdxLQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UZsNlaI5FD8/s1600/1196512995_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="219" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TP-irmdxLQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UZsNlaI5FD8/s320/1196512995_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mi corazón se llena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Te adueñas de mi corazón y de mis ganas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;alma mía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada segundo haces que mi cuerpo mas te quiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;cada minuto crece en mí el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;de lo que el alma de los necios niega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Siempre te llevo en mi mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;En mi vida lo eres todo y estás en todo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;En la espuma del mar cuando hace esquelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eres las letras en la arena que el mar se lleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;y que espero paciente a que eso ocurra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;para que mis manos escriban lo que mis ganas quieran...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;y eres tu el resultado.. Mis alas bellas.. de lo que mi corazón cada día espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Si no yo tuviera el poder de elegir mi destino..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Si no pudiera decidir todo lo bueno o todo lo malo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Si cada segundo que pasa es un segundo menos de mi vida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De lo que si estoy segura es que el resto que me queda.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;quiero vivirlo contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4165431220167876981?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TP-irmdxLQI/AAAAAAAAAPE/UZsNlaI5FD8/s72-c/1196512995_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5926821451861924839</id><published>2010-10-05T21:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:58:37.207+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TKuChlB3G3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hXWFMXbIKvc/s1600/62326_1475907174836_1148416637_31100521_2839306_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TKuChlB3G3I/AAAAAAAAAO8/hXWFMXbIKvc/s320/62326_1475907174836_1148416637_31100521_2839306_n.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y cierros los ojos fuerte&lt;br /&gt;intentando grabar en mi memoria todo&amp;nbsp;que me gusta&amp;nbsp;de ti&lt;br /&gt;dejando un camino de fotos y&amp;nbsp;de gestos &lt;br /&gt;lleno de cuentos.. de risas y palabras&lt;br /&gt;todas ellas en el mejor lugar de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon solo tiene latidos de ilusion, de amor y de paz contigo&lt;br /&gt;mis oidos.. llenos de tonos, de volúmenes, de acentos todos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;mi nariz solo tiene olores dulces, que vienen de tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos no ven mas que tus maneras. las conversaciones de tus ojos &lt;br /&gt;muchas veces en desacuerdo con tus palabras &lt;br /&gt;y que sin necesidad de ellas, dicen tanto.. gritan todo!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos.. y como nos tocan.. &lt;br /&gt;tengo tanto lindo que decir de ti.. que saber de ti para siempre&lt;br /&gt;tanto que agradecer y tanto que necesitar toda mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;que no hay espacio en todo mi alma que no te quiera.&lt;br /&gt;que lo pueda utilizar para otra cosa..&lt;br /&gt;que evite que sienta otra cosa que no sea contigo... o para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy aqui.. ya no busco mas... &lt;br /&gt;ahora estoy aqui, con mis alas preparadas.&lt;br /&gt;esperando a que vengas tu a por mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5926821451861924839?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5926821451861924839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-ti.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-9211210533477473316</id><published>2010-10-05T03:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T03:12:02.952+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TKp6m1WRkiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9xL39bVU8sc/s1600/hada_malvada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TKp6m1WRkiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9xL39bVU8sc/s320/hada_malvada.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿Como aceptar de nuevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que soy un par de alas.. en busca del cuerpo que me quiera cuidar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como empezar ahora que mas te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a aprender a dormir sin ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cenar sin ti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a vivir sin ti?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como entender mi vida..sin un poco de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como hacer mi libro sin letras tuyas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como querer sin tener nada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sin que estés tu al otro lado de mi almohada?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como sentirte lejos y saberte cerca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como hablar si no salen las palabras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;solo lagrimas que te rompen el alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como entrar en tu vida sin poder ser tu compañera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como estar así... y aun estar cuerda??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-9211210533477473316?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/9211210533477473316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-aceptar-de-nuevo-que-soy-un-par-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/9211210533477473316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/9211210533477473316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-aceptar-de-nuevo-que-soy-un-par-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TKp6m1WRkiI/AAAAAAAAAO4/9xL39bVU8sc/s72-c/hada_malvada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-40447064828937115</id><published>2010-09-22T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:01:17.149+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo... quieres vivir conmigo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJpukO0gssI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fi9QWNGpOL4/s1600/hada-en-la-luna1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJpukO0gssI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fi9QWNGpOL4/s320/hada-en-la-luna1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, you want to live with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;وأنا أحبك, فأنت تريد أن تعيش مع&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Love You, ви искат да живеят с мен?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我爱你，你想和我住在一起？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miluju tě , jestli chcete žít se mnou ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeg elsker dig, du ønsker at leve med mig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ik houd van u, wilt u met mij leven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rakastanko sinua, sinä haluat sietää minua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Je vous aime, vous voulez vivre avec moi ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ich liebe Sie, Sie leben wollen mit mir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Αγαπώ σας, θέλουν να ζήσουν μαζί μου;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ina ƙaunar da kake so in zauna tare da ni?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;אני אוהב אותך, אתם רוצים לחיות עם לי?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;मॅँ आपको प्रेम, आप मुझे के साथ रहना चाहते हैं?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Szeretlek, szeretne élő velem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;L'amo, lei vuole vivere con me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;私はあなたを愛していて、あなたは私と同居したいですか？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;당신을 사랑하는 당신과 함께 살고 싶어요?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jeg elsker deg, du vil leve med meg ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;من دوست دارم, شما می خواهم تا آخر عمر با من?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kocham cię Pan chcą mieszkać ze mną?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu amo-o, você quer viver comigo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;مينه مې چې تاسو، چې تاسو يې غواړئ د سره په ژوند له ما سره؟&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te iubesc, te-ai vrea sa traiasca cu mine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Я люблю Вас, Вы хотите жить со мной?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Volim te, te žele da žive sa mnom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jag älskar dig, du vill leva med mig?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ฉันรักคุณถ้าคุณอยากจะมีชีวิตอยู่กับฉันไหม&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seni seviyorum, you yaşamak istiyorlar bana?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;مجھے اپ سے محبت کرنا چاہتے ہیں, اپ مجھے کے ساتھ رہتے ہو?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mil maneras, una respuesta.. todas mis ganas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-40447064828937115?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/40447064828937115/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-amo-quieres-vivir-conmigo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/40447064828937115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/40447064828937115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/te-amo-quieres-vivir-conmigo.html' title='Te amo... quieres vivir conmigo?'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJpukO0gssI/AAAAAAAAAOw/fi9QWNGpOL4/s72-c/hada-en-la-luna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8533457842556605306</id><published>2010-09-21T00:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:45:51.586+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJfjF0vdogI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LkUNU0jszLw/s1600/mariposas-1-7783.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJfjF0vdogI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LkUNU0jszLw/s320/mariposas-1-7783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y si pudiera.. siempre serías lo que llena el otro lado de mi cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y si encontrara dos razones para que eso no pasara..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diría que contigo Yo sueño y muero, porque prefiero no soñar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y tenerte en mi casa, junto a mi cuerpo, encima de mi almohada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y si mi piel pudiera aguantar las ganas de que la toques&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sería un devenir de deseos inconclusos.. una marea de sensaciones inventadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un amor.. que por no querer.. nunca llego a nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que si te quiero?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu sabes mi respuesta.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes que te amo &lt;br /&gt;irremediablemente eres el cuerpo perfecto para mi par de alas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8533457842556605306?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8533457842556605306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-si-pudiera.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8533457842556605306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8533457842556605306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/y-si-pudiera.html' title='Alas.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TJfjF0vdogI/AAAAAAAAAOo/LkUNU0jszLw/s72-c/mariposas-1-7783.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2732632894356409203</id><published>2010-09-06T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:10:10.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuerpo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TIUuXgGkGgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bbxy8KZOZ3o/s1600/images+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TIUuXgGkGgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bbxy8KZOZ3o/s320/images+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sobre tu piel hago y deshago mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Con el sabor de tus labios condimento todos mis días.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tus ojos conversan conmigo en distancias que con tu voz no llegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En tus brazos me abrigo en las noches frías...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu cuerpo elimina todo asomo de soledad en mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tus manos tocan todo aquello que mi cuerpo compone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volviéndome una extensión de tus ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu espalda.. infinitamente llena de mis besos.. es poesía aun sin escribir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu pelo.. jamás dejare de tocar tu pelo.. porque cada uno significa.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;un sueño... una noche a tu lado.. un momento de pasión.. un rato entre tu y yo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tu eres mi presente.. y sin miedo te digo que eres mi motivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu eres mi pasión, y tus actos.. mi destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2732632894356409203?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2732632894356409203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuerpo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2732632894356409203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2732632894356409203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/09/cuerpo.html' title='Cuerpo..'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TIUuXgGkGgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/bbxy8KZOZ3o/s72-c/images+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5599268824953519544</id><published>2010-08-13T23:34:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:21:38.842+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TGck-ErzkiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TJyEXoV5ZD4/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TGck-ErzkiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TJyEXoV5ZD4/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contigo escribir mi historia,&lt;br /&gt;quiero llenar muchas paginas con todas tus horas&lt;br /&gt;quiero que seas protagonista de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;no importa como termina.. no quiero escribir el final&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero contigo mi libro continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contigo tener mi tiempo, &lt;br /&gt;llenar de besos todo tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;quiero escribir, y que todo lo mío empiece en lo tuyo&lt;br /&gt;quiero que leas todas las letras.. que todas te suenen&lt;br /&gt;que sean como cuando tu cuerpo y el mio se mueven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un capitulo lleno de mariposas.. de flores &lt;br /&gt;de todas tus cosas.. de tus labios color de rosa&lt;br /&gt;quiero un momento de silencio.. &lt;br /&gt;donde mis manos hacen el resto..&lt;br /&gt;quiero una cama llena de almohadas, de caricias.. de miradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que te creas todas las palabras..&lt;br /&gt;porque eres protagonista.. no es un cuento de hadas.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que entiendas que lo eres todo.. en medio de la nada&lt;br /&gt;Que eres mi risa, mi sueño.. y mis ganas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contigo escribir mi libro..&lt;br /&gt;de amor, de vida.. de todo..&lt;br /&gt;de todo en medio de la nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5599268824953519544?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5599268824953519544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero-contigo-escribir-mi-historia.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5599268824953519544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5599268824953519544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/08/quiero-contigo-escribir-mi-historia.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TGck-ErzkiI/AAAAAAAAAOE/TJyEXoV5ZD4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6158518090552617999</id><published>2010-07-09T20:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:38:50.291+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas de mil colores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDdsD8_RzsI/AAAAAAAAANs/a1Disk5D9Ik/s1600/Flores%2520y%2520mariposas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDdsD8_RzsI/AAAAAAAAANs/a1Disk5D9Ik/s320/Flores%2520y%2520mariposas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Da la impresión de ser una pequeñita oruga &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esperando a meterse en su pupa para convertirse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero ya es una bella mariposa con alas de mil colores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Parece ser un ángel indefenso.. Aprendiendo a caminar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando ya sabe volar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tiene los ojos llenos de silencio cuando no sabe cómo reaccionar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero el resto del tiempo no hacen más que hablar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sus manos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sus manos son capaces de crear dulces melodías &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y traer alegría donde no había ya esperanza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sola espera indefensa... cuando la soledad la inunda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero sabe que siempre espero para volar con ella. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No tiene miedo a nada, solo a su corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero el "nadie" la abruma con palabras que no conoce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busca nuevas sensaciones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mariposa de mil colores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Busca tu lugar, encuentra la flor donde descansar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Encuentra tu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo desde la distancia estoy esperando para escucharte..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esa melodía que solo tu sabes tocar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6158518090552617999?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6158518090552617999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/07/alas-de-mil-colores.html#comment-form' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2710249297861941744</id><published>2010-07-08T23:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T23:41:18.295+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDZF84Wz1bI/AAAAAAAAANc/tyQCm9aA3AA/s1600/72vqki.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDZF84Wz1bI/AAAAAAAAANc/tyQCm9aA3AA/s320/72vqki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siempre a tu lado quiero estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón mío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siempre a tu lado, libre como el viento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;donde el tiempo no nos robe ni un momento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donde seas feliz corazón mío día a día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donde el miedo no sea razón de cobardía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siempre quiero verte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque si te perdiera corazón mío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sin tu sonrisa o tu mirada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todo este tiempo.. todo por lo que rompí mi coraza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no valdría para nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDO-VED225I/AAAAAAAAANU/OdWI1-ZGEKE/s320/MARIPOSAS+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón, mi vida ven a bailar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dame una oportunidad, que te quiero enamorar…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ven corazón, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dame una oportunidad, déjame con tus ojos conversar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Corazón, mi vida déjame volar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dame la oportunidad de contar.. no solo uno.. si no contar hasta dos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si! mi corazón.. contar tu y yo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ven mi corazón..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Déjate amar de verdad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero con tu vida hacer mi realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dame la oportunidad que de ti pueda cuidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ven, Corazón déjate llevar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-113588943104333250?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TDO-VED225I/AAAAAAAAANU/OdWI1-ZGEKE/s72-c/MARIPOSAS+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-7636391007373403848</id><published>2010-06-30T00:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T02:40:26.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TCp3qxQ5L9I/AAAAAAAAANM/bKSJqAUfVuQ/s1600/1243937215010_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TCp3qxQ5L9I/AAAAAAAAANM/bKSJqAUfVuQ/s320/1243937215010_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es uno de esos días que..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quisiera escuchar tu voz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rozar mis labios con los tuyos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y sentir tu respiración tan cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que parezca que soy yo la que respiro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y olerte hasta el amanecer..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Abrazarte como si fuera para siempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es uno de esos días...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En que siento que todo lo e perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que no seré capaz de vivir sin respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que jamás.. jamás.. podré&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reescribir lo borrado o..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;recordar lo olvidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivir lo pasado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es uno de esos días en que siento que no podré tenerte de nuevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoy es uno de esos días que...te extraño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-7636391007373403848?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/7636391007373403848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoy.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7636391007373403848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7636391007373403848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/06/hoy.html' title='Hoy'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TCp3qxQ5L9I/AAAAAAAAANM/bKSJqAUfVuQ/s72-c/1243937215010_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5881057926321309288</id><published>2010-06-23T18:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T14:22:41.893+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TCI6jEjmn4I/AAAAAAAAANE/UP0CW0uLRSk/s1600/mariposa-azul-hombro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TCI6jEjmn4I/AAAAAAAAANE/UP0CW0uLRSk/s320/mariposa-azul-hombro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;dicen siempre.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;cada vez que hay un silencio&amp;nbsp;entre dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;justo pasa un angel y nace el amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Y siempre que amaneces a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Tu boca arrastra mi boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;tu olor me vuelve loca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Y mi cuerpo se pega al tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Corazón con corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Y mientras tanto yo sigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Navegando entre mi corazón y mis emociones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;intentando conseguir el punto exacto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;donde olvide que podías realmente no amarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Donde está nuestro angel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5881057926321309288?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5881057926321309288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8853971654211581646</id><published>2010-06-16T01:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T01:10:28.475+02:00</updated><title type='text'>todo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TBgIXSTLJBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p-iI2HKBKng/s1600/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TBgIXSTLJBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p-iI2HKBKng/s320/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas la horas, todos los minutos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todas mis ganas, todas para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo mis besos, todos mis abrazos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todos mis sueños.. todos para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y te miento si te digo que no te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y me miento si no acepto que por ti.. yo quiero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dulce condena.. todas tus miradas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todas tus palabras..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mariposita de colores divertidos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuerpo lleno de olores increibles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todas mis noches, todas mi letras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todos mis deseos.. todos para ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8853971654211581646?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8853971654211581646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8853971654211581646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8853971654211581646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/06/todo.html' title='todo!'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/TBgIXSTLJBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/p-iI2HKBKng/s72-c/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-354802277164957507</id><published>2010-05-27T19:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:46:04.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para alguien que quiere volar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_6vo9cRdtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vwwx1nbzFko/s1600/polomariposas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_6vo9cRdtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vwwx1nbzFko/s320/polomariposas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como si fueras mi primer latido del corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;suenas en mi cuerpo.. y vibro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como la primera visión de cada mañana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me despierto cada día&amp;nbsp;recordandote lo mucho que te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como aguacero de primavera.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que todo mojas y haces vida donde ya no quedaba nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como si te conociera de toda mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como tú.. mi cuerpo.. mis alas.. mis ojos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi todo..y todo es nada..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Contigo no es sufrir.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Es vivir nuevamente ilusionada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como un cuerpo sin alas.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te dejo las mías.. para que llegues donde te lleven tus ganas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como si te amara.. y te dejaras..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-354802277164957507?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/354802277164957507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/para-alguien-que-quiere-volar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/354802277164957507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/354802277164957507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/para-alguien-que-quiere-volar.html' title='Para alguien que quiere volar'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_6vo9cRdtI/AAAAAAAAAM0/vwwx1nbzFko/s72-c/polomariposas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3898599319830477028</id><published>2010-05-26T12:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:36:59.618+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Imposbile olvidar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_z5tqCDViI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CYPPsjdB0rk/s1600/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_z5tqCDViI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CYPPsjdB0rk/s320/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llega la noche mas intima.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esa donde tu y yo parecemos lobos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que corriendo por el bosque buscamos nuestra presa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Llega justo el momento donde mis labios rozan los tuyos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y mi corazón explota en deseo imparable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mis dedos... se acercan a tu piel y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;un suspiro se abre paso por donde el sonido sobra..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;creando armonía entre tu movimiento y el mío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mi lengua.. testigo de ello, ansiosa espera su turno..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mi boca se moja y mi cuerpo tiembla si me tocas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo en un instante parece eterno.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una increíble sinfonía de sentimientos afloran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y me despierto... y realmente no estás a mi lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero aún lo recuerdo... imposible olvidar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3898599319830477028?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3898599319830477028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/imposbile-olvidar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3898599319830477028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3898599319830477028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/imposbile-olvidar.html' title='Imposbile olvidar.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S_z5tqCDViI/AAAAAAAAAMs/CYPPsjdB0rk/s72-c/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2306564295356492911</id><published>2010-05-05T10:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T00:33:38.074+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S-EriQcSauI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i5Odd5AMaJ0/s1600/sad_butterfly_girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S-EriQcSauI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i5Odd5AMaJ0/s320/sad_butterfly_girl.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silencio, tu que me escuchas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ayúdame a aclarar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esto que siente mi mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no me deja pensar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silencio, muéstrame el camino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para no desear cada día.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tardes que llenar contigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;noches que duren como esa noche.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que con las luces apagadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se conocieron tu cuerpo y el mío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Silencio irregular y frio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;golpeas mis labios apretados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esos que mueren por decir te quiero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y que le temen al olvido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;si... ese tuyo y mío.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2306564295356492911?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2306564295356492911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/silencio.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2306564295356492911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2306564295356492911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/silencio.html' title='Silencio'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S-EriQcSauI/AAAAAAAAAMc/i5Odd5AMaJ0/s72-c/sad_butterfly_girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8672190888047214998</id><published>2010-05-03T10:26:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:18:14.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S96ILOgAC-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sw3Cb2YqqjM/s1600/19-Hada-y-pajaro.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S96ILOgAC-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sw3Cb2YqqjM/s320/19-Hada-y-pajaro.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Dime si vale la pena &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dime&amp;nbsp;si al final todo tendrá sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y que este sueño será algún día realidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dime que "Miedo" es una simple palabra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque logre&amp;nbsp;encontrarte de repente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;de quererte sin quererlo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya no quiero dejar de verte nunca más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dime que "me quieres" de verdad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no es cariño solamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tu y yo.. seremos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que en esta oscuridad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para mi.. tu eres la claridad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime que no hace falta que te suplique minutos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que sueñe con horas junto a ti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dime que mañana seré tuya.. y pasado.. y toda la eternidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8672190888047214998?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8672190888047214998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/dime-si-vale-la-pena-dime-al-final-todo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8672190888047214998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8672190888047214998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/05/dime-si-vale-la-pena-dime-al-final-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S96ILOgAC-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/sw3Cb2YqqjM/s72-c/19-Hada-y-pajaro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1089144593896811343</id><published>2010-04-27T02:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:16:43.805+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Asi eres tu.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S9YpUmVjC4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kyVb1HFfXro/s1600/hada04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S9YpUmVjC4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/kyVb1HFfXro/s320/hada04.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Así eres tú especialmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mariposa blanca y divertida.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;así eres tú &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;en cualquier espacio donde quiero que te cruces en mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres como esos días que conviertes en suaves caricias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y todo lo que tocas se hace primavera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ay mariposa, tú eres el alma de todo lo existente en mi razón,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y el instrumento de vida que utilizo cada día &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres el nuevo ser que se asoma por mi garganta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y que en silencio haces.. lo que a voces nunca proclamas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres la forma más curiosa de pasión en mi cuerpo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donde hoy solo siento mariposas bailarinas y silenciosas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que emergen juguetonas de lo oscuro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yo, encima de tu cuerpo... Tu, debajo de mi mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres culpable de lo que ocurre con solo mirarte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quien con un solo abrazo, logras convertir a mi corazón del frio al fuego.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eres para mi, &amp;nbsp;mariposa blanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todo lo que quiero..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1089144593896811343?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1089144593896811343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3646412545405904182</id><published>2010-04-21T09:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T10:30:46.930+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ven.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S86tdwNFCvI/AAAAAAAAAME/z_xIpjILSVM/s1600/26-hada_confusa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S86tdwNFCvI/AAAAAAAAAME/z_xIpjILSVM/s320/26-hada_confusa.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quédate por favor junto a mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hagamos de este minuto, la mejor hora del día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volvamos este sueño imposible de contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Déjame destapar mis deseos.. y luego contigo, a tu lado, quedarme dormida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero que se confunda tu alma con la mía,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y no quiero, que mi alma confundida, vea,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;donde empieza tu alma y donde termina la mía.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven&lt;br /&gt;Dejemos que el tiempo muera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que permanezca eternamente congelado, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;inmóvil entre tu mirada y mi suspiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Despacio, permite que el placer termine su misión&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sepultado en nuestras manos llenas de pasión&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y vivamos el destino, y todo lo que nos traiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ven..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3646412545405904182?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3646412545405904182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/ven.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3646412545405904182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3646412545405904182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/ven.html' title='Ven.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S86tdwNFCvI/AAAAAAAAAME/z_xIpjILSVM/s72-c/26-hada_confusa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-166961364941237221</id><published>2010-04-13T11:12:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:11:17.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S8Q1flnR_cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-WDnQ62qNwA/s1600/27-hada_girando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S8Q1flnR_cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-WDnQ62qNwA/s320/27-hada_girando.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquí, en este lugar lleno de letras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lleno de ideas incompletas, de versos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De cartas, de mensajes, de peticiones encubiertas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remuevo mi cajón en busca de la frase concreta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La que resuma todos mis estados, y todas las letras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que pueda pasar por mis labios, sin que me duela la boca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que llegue hasta ti y que suene como a lluvia fresca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como a noche loca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cual usar sin que me quede corta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cual que nos una a ti y a mi sin que suene mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una que sea definitiva, que no tenga que dar explicaciones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no tenga fecha de caducidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tengo el cajón lleno de cosas, de historias, y letras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero ninguna se parece a mi frase concreta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Una que&amp;nbsp;se exprese&amp;nbsp;con cariño...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;una que suene a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;te quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-166961364941237221?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/166961364941237221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/aqui-en-este-lugar-lleno-de-letras.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/166961364941237221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/166961364941237221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/aqui-en-este-lugar-lleno-de-letras.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S8Q1flnR_cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/-WDnQ62qNwA/s72-c/27-hada_girando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8695642134391811875</id><published>2010-04-08T09:42:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:42:40.027+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La espera..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S72IbDgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HO_K9YgSyFI/s1600/u8qPt9aFHI8y.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S72IbDgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HO_K9YgSyFI/s320/u8qPt9aFHI8y.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;La desesperación no es mi debilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Puedo ser paciente, ya te lo dije antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Vestida de negro y&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dispuesta a esperarte inmóvil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Envuelta en una mezcla de aceites y olores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parezco una araña a la hora de la comida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ansiosa que seas tu mi presa del día&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Eres tu el cuerpo que mis alas esperan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Escribo tu nombre en la arena? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Tengo mil ideas en mi mente, mil viajes, mil tatuajes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Todos contigo en cuerpo entero, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Que yo ya tengo el mío reservado para ti... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Paciente... y vestida de negro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8695642134391811875?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8695642134391811875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-espera.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8695642134391811875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8695642134391811875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/la-espera.html' title='La espera..'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S72IbDgSaUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/HO_K9YgSyFI/s72-c/u8qPt9aFHI8y.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5577541651525757773</id><published>2010-04-05T02:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T02:16:13.310+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7kRwCZW7NI/AAAAAAAAALs/mJKaZL6A64o/s1600/w3-Rruqo1lqTsf07mKN0.0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7kRwCZW7NI/AAAAAAAAALs/mJKaZL6A64o/s320/w3-Rruqo1lqTsf07mKN0.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Toda mi piel, todo mi cuerpo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todo lo que soy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuando me tocas, en fuego me convierto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo sentirte cerca de mí, todos mis movimientos son para ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ten cuidado donde tocas, presta atención con lo que eliges&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque en un solo movimiento la pasión todo lo rige.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ven, dame una alegría.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;envuélvete en mis llamas y deja que suene esa melodía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que si tu quisieras, en carbón te convertiría.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5577541651525757773?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5577541651525757773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/pasion.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5577541651525757773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5577541651525757773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/04/pasion.html' title='Pasión'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7kRwCZW7NI/AAAAAAAAALs/mJKaZL6A64o/s72-c/w3-Rruqo1lqTsf07mKN0.0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-967886125379149300</id><published>2010-03-31T11:13:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T01:21:34.247+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7MSG0q5v4I/AAAAAAAAALk/pHYL3PS1Rwg/s1600/Gothic_butterfly_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7MSG0q5v4I/AAAAAAAAALk/pHYL3PS1Rwg/s320/Gothic_butterfly_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es un conjuro de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con el que pretendo amarrarte para siempre a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una frase aislada de deseo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas son mis manos, mis ojos y mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con las que quiero que sepas que te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el conjuro de mis ganas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este es un día cualquiera &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de los que despierto llena de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de quien no pretendo alejarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y de quien ya llevo marcas en mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es una declaración de intensiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una petición desesperada de amor incondicional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de todas las horas, y todo tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el momento en que solo quiero ser tuya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el que habla mi corazón y mi cuerpo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que desde hoy ya no me pertenecen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-967886125379149300?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/967886125379149300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-es-un-conjuro-de-amor-con-el-que.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/967886125379149300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/967886125379149300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/este-es-un-conjuro-de-amor-con-el-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7MSG0q5v4I/AAAAAAAAALk/pHYL3PS1Rwg/s72-c/Gothic_butterfly_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1066568456442969054</id><published>2010-03-31T02:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T02:48:26.927+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7Ka_3wlebI/AAAAAAAAALc/tiv8VF_ed1c/s1600/26-hada_Brian-Froud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7Ka_3wlebI/AAAAAAAAALc/tiv8VF_ed1c/s320/26-hada_Brian-Froud.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No soy quien elige, ni quien decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;solo soy quien ama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No soy quien busca, ni quien encuentra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;solo soy quien desea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No soy quien sola en su&amp;nbsp;rincon espera, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soy quien de olores está llena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;La que con tu recuerdo se recrea..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quien con tus ojos habla y con tus labios juega..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y cada vez que te alejas de mi, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mis alas quedan heridas hasta que vuelvo a verte..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1066568456442969054?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1066568456442969054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/soy.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1066568456442969054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1066568456442969054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/soy.html' title='Soy'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7Ka_3wlebI/AAAAAAAAALc/tiv8VF_ed1c/s72-c/26-hada_Brian-Froud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5037058944373995981</id><published>2010-03-30T11:14:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T10:30:37.098+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Rosas (Rainer Maria Rilke)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7HAvY8cdDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vpji94dxZIk/s1600/400_1191542032_dream-visions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7HAvY8cdDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vpji94dxZIk/s320/400_1191542032_dream-visions.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Si tu frescura a veces nos sorprende tanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;dichosa rosa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;es que en ti misma, por dentro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;pétalo contra pétalo, descansas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conjunto bien despierto cuyo centro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;duerme, mientras se tocan &amp;nbsp;innumerables,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;las ternuras de ese corazón silencioso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que suben hasta la extrema boca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te veo, rosa, libro entreabierto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que contiene tantas páginas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de dicha detallada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que nadie leerá nunca. Libro-mago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que se abre al viento y se puede leer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;con los ojos cerrados...,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;del que salen mariposas turbadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por habérsele ocurrido las mismas ideas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5037058944373995981?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5037058944373995981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/las-rosas-rainer-maria-rilke.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5037058944373995981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5037058944373995981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/las-rosas-rainer-maria-rilke.html' title='Las Rosas (Rainer Maria Rilke)'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S7HAvY8cdDI/AAAAAAAAALM/Vpji94dxZIk/s72-c/400_1191542032_dream-visions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-855593574968453280</id><published>2010-03-26T09:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:23:35.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6xu3mcN4DI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ov2HnU642WI/s1600/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6xu3mcN4DI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ov2HnU642WI/s320/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un dia soñe que me amabas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y si yo quisiera y tu me dejaras..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;volariamos dos con el mismo par de alas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amaríamos dos con las mismas ganas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Usarías el otro lado de mi cama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comeriamos tostadas todas las mañanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-855593574968453280?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/855593574968453280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-dia-sone-que-me-amabas.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/855593574968453280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/855593574968453280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/un-dia-sone-que-me-amabas.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6xu3mcN4DI/AAAAAAAAALE/Ov2HnU642WI/s72-c/36c-Hada-Purpura-Luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5378029256033556752</id><published>2010-03-21T02:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T02:40:57.307+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6V4NJzxjLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLCEZ7jPmiA/s1600-h/hadas35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6V4NJzxjLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLCEZ7jPmiA/s320/hadas35.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Llego el momento en que soy sincera.&lt;br /&gt;la hora en la que quiero decir la verdad&lt;br /&gt;quiero que sepas que eres mi día&lt;br /&gt;también mi noche &lt;br /&gt;que eres culpable de expulsar de mi la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me llena tu sonrisa, que me implica tu realidad&lt;br /&gt;que me encanta cuando me llamas,&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre te quiero escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo a tener deseos, vuelvo a tener ganas&lt;br /&gt;tengo tantas cosas nuevas..&lt;br /&gt;y todas tienen tu cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pequeño deseo, mi todo en una mirada&lt;br /&gt;mi pasión en un solo cuerpo, con carita sonrojada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojos, labios, nariz, cara&lt;br /&gt;corazón, cuerpo, manos, &lt;br /&gt;dedos de pianista, música dedicada.&lt;br /&gt;Noches enteras, horas deseadas&lt;br /&gt;Besos dulces, miradas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy sincera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres en mi... la palabra más deseada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5378029256033556752?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5378029256033556752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincera.html#comment-form' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5378029256033556752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5378029256033556752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/sincera.html' title='Sincera'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6V4NJzxjLI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LLCEZ7jPmiA/s72-c/hadas35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5777795802298672257</id><published>2010-03-19T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T00:38:47.935+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Volar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6K41wuTZhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0O9-ZvDmnG8/s1600-h/2QQQW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6K41wuTZhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0O9-ZvDmnG8/s320/2QQQW.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuantos caminos, cuantos amigos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuantos días, cuantos destinos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siempre esperando un poco de paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre queriendo libertad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si solamente pudiera volar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No hay dolor ajeno en mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no hay deseo imposible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No quiero un día sin un camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sin un amigo, sin un destino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si solo pudiera volar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5777795802298672257?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5777795802298672257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/volar.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5777795802298672257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5777795802298672257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/volar.html' title='Volar'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6K41wuTZhI/AAAAAAAAAKw/0O9-ZvDmnG8/s72-c/2QQQW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6037341458587947280</id><published>2010-03-17T10:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T10:18:57.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6CdvK7wbhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jGkLMu6CM_M/s1600-h/user78042_pic1579_1222618342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6CdvK7wbhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jGkLMu6CM_M/s320/user78042_pic1579_1222618342.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque con el poco tiempo que te conozco el tiempo se me hace poco&lt;br /&gt;Porque los días sin ti tienen mil horas&lt;br /&gt;Porque las noches todas son pocas&lt;br /&gt;Porque has hecho que mi corazón vuelva a sentir vida.&lt;br /&gt;Porque lees mi mente, conversas con mis ojos, te ríes con mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te gustan mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;Porque quiero besarte y quiero abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;Por ser una estrella en mi cielo raso y por llenar de risas mis noches solas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cuando llueve no quiero llevar paraguas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te gusta y porque me gusta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te quiero.. Con mi cariño más sincero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6037341458587947280?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6037341458587947280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6037341458587947280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6037341458587947280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/porque.html' title='Porque?'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S6CdvK7wbhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/jGkLMu6CM_M/s72-c/user78042_pic1579_1222618342.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6441638251126596220</id><published>2010-03-15T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T11:45:52.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S53-GeketqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9zLixC95Ubw/s1600-h/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S53-GeketqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9zLixC95Ubw/s320/index.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo el día.. todas las noches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;todo el tiempo para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buscando razones, escuchando canciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para que amanezcas cerquita de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y cae la noche&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y nuestro tiempo llega.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;menos mal que siempre está la dulce espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ojalá fuera tuya siempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y a tu lado, ver pasar nuestro momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;donde no solo nuestras letras nos ahoguen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;donde la realidad de tu piel me llene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6441638251126596220?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6441638251126596220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/todo-el-dia.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6441638251126596220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6441638251126596220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/todo-el-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S53-GeketqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9zLixC95Ubw/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-737537506262923594</id><published>2010-03-10T10:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T10:13:25.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5dii9kVXXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y3urPWqaKUI/s1600-h/MARIPOSAS+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5dii9kVXXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y3urPWqaKUI/s320/MARIPOSAS+1.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sabes que cuando mis alas rozan tu piel desnuda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre es mi recorrido favorito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Justo donde termina lo permitido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;En el placer de sentir tu cuerpo cerca del mío&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por favor entrégate libre a mis deseos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y déjame tu huella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y así poder recordar cada milímetro recorrido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para que este viaje realmente tenga sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-737537506262923594?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/737537506262923594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/viaje.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/737537506262923594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/737537506262923594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/viaje.html' title='Viaje'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5dii9kVXXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/y3urPWqaKUI/s72-c/MARIPOSAS+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8647303490008233750</id><published>2010-03-09T00:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T00:47:00.624+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5WL04GciEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YqbHJp1pCrs/s1600-h/y1pmNm039r4-iulzhZZqZrwv7Mn0loOXam-Mav5iSlZXoy9fuuIbESh2kJ9Gjg1XcUIKotlDw_VzC0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5WL04GciEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YqbHJp1pCrs/s320/y1pmNm039r4-iulzhZZqZrwv7Mn0loOXam-Mav5iSlZXoy9fuuIbESh2kJ9Gjg1XcUIKotlDw_VzC0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una gota de agua fresca.&lt;br /&gt;Un momento de luz cuando todo es oscuro&lt;br /&gt;Un banal deseo de otorgar pasión donde todo esta prohibido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placer por encima de todas las cosas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La juventud en su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;la inocencia en sus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojos oscuros&lt;br /&gt;y el pelo negro&lt;br /&gt;Labios de delito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ganas tengo de sentir.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8647303490008233750?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8647303490008233750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganas.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8647303490008233750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8647303490008233750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/03/ganas.html' title='Ganas'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S5WL04GciEI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/YqbHJp1pCrs/s72-c/y1pmNm039r4-iulzhZZqZrwv7Mn0loOXam-Mav5iSlZXoy9fuuIbESh2kJ9Gjg1XcUIKotlDw_VzC0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-463407375912153321</id><published>2010-01-28T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:37:06.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2IDWMiTq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KhdXY4tW48I/s1600-h/Imagen2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2IDWMiTq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KhdXY4tW48I/s400/Imagen2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-463407375912153321?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/463407375912153321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/tu_28.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/463407375912153321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/463407375912153321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/tu_28.html' title='Tú!'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2IDWMiTq_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/KhdXY4tW48I/s72-c/Imagen2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2408831060171644340</id><published>2010-01-28T01:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T01:39:10.044+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doppelgänger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2DcPDkkowI/AAAAAAAAAJk/U6SGrjr_Yx4/s1600-h/1176661339_fairy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2DcPDkkowI/AAAAAAAAAJk/U6SGrjr_Yx4/s320/1176661339_fairy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y paso por tu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ver si te gusta mi perfume..&lt;br /&gt;O si te gusta otra vez el color que llevo puesto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que me gusta de ti..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi mejor amigo le conte lo que me pasa contigo&lt;br /&gt;para que me avise por si algun día&lt;br /&gt;se me nota mucho que me tiembla el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;si me acerco a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu crees que puedan ser tus labios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo la edad suficiente como para decidir sobre mis actos&lt;br /&gt;pero aun muy joven en eso de contener mi instinto&lt;br /&gt;y para todo ello, ahora no puedo tenerte cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda.. ven..&lt;br /&gt;pídemelo tu!&lt;br /&gt;quiero saber, como puedo reaccionar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te puedo dar todo lo que quieres&lt;br /&gt;estas seguro de darme lo que yo te pida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que es cosa de tus ojos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2408831060171644340?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2408831060171644340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/doppelganger.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2408831060171644340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2408831060171644340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/doppelganger.html' title='Doppelgänger'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S2DcPDkkowI/AAAAAAAAAJk/U6SGrjr_Yx4/s72-c/1176661339_fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1758932309983042412</id><published>2010-01-13T02:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T02:20:31.288+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi otra mitad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S00foqaaBkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7TCE9LzqeQ/s1600-h/32562-1136140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S00foqaaBkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7TCE9LzqeQ/s320/32562-1136140.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y pasan los días, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;y corren desesperadas las horas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;se agolpan los segundos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;y mi piel ya no te recuerda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finalmente está pasando el efecto de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;el dolor se está borrando de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;pocas cosas me llenan de tu olor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;y tu seguro ya no piensas en mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Disfruté queriendo ser tu alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;desee cada noche que fueras mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;mantuve la esperanza de ser protagonista de alguno de tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y&amp;nbsp;mirame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;No sabes como estoy, ni siquiera quien soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y yo.. poco a poco, olvidando que siempre serás mi mejor parte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1758932309983042412?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1758932309983042412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/mi-otra-mitad.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1758932309983042412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1758932309983042412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/mi-otra-mitad.html' title='Mi otra mitad'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S00foqaaBkI/AAAAAAAAAJc/S7TCE9LzqeQ/s72-c/32562-1136140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-7826010083264261796</id><published>2010-01-08T02:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:26:00.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alucinaciones.</title><content type='html'>Donde la razón pierde el equilibrio,&lt;br /&gt;espacio íntegro reservado solo para los mas osados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dudo si escribir con versos de sangre &lt;br /&gt;los placeres que me has causado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo aquel libre de pecado...&lt;br /&gt;que lance la primera piedra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S0aOsK10tKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3JuRYcsaGao/s1600-h/safo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S0aOsK10tKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3JuRYcsaGao/s320/safo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A donde se van todas las palabras que es escurren por mis dedos?&lt;br /&gt;esas que escaparon a la velocidad de mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;las mismas que se fundían sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;alargándole la vida a tus suspiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decir verdad odio todo lo que se pueda definir..&lt;br /&gt;porque limita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separa todo lo que yo puedo establecer como... "tu"&lt;br /&gt;y que por ello me mantiene alejada.. &lt;br /&gt;Pero aun con tu olor entre mis dedos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-7826010083264261796?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/7826010083264261796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/alucinaciones.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7826010083264261796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7826010083264261796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2010/01/alucinaciones.html' title='Alucinaciones.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/S0aOsK10tKI/AAAAAAAAAJM/3JuRYcsaGao/s72-c/safo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5312792260215041628</id><published>2009-12-30T13:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T13:13:31.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>En mis sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SztDU6DTucI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCjrj25pUSM/s1600-h/mariposas!!!!!.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SztDU6DTucI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCjrj25pUSM/s320/mariposas!!!!!.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y es que ya no recuerdo quien fui antes de saberte..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuales eran mis canciones favoritas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Cuantas horas dedicaba a pensar..ni en que lo hacía!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y ya que te conocí, aproximadamente se quien soy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poco a poco aprendí a no extrañarte, pues te llevo conmigo siempre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ya no puedo decir que te quiero..porque querer se quiere a todo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y no volveré a decir te amo..porque nunca&amp;nbsp;me dejaste llegar&amp;nbsp;a tus oídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Tampoco quiero que veas que eres mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que cada segundo de ella esta lleno de ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que tu nombre para mi está vetado.. Porque me duele cada letra de el..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ya no me gustas, si no que ahora me encantas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que ya no eres mi mayor fantasía; si no mi&amp;nbsp;deseo mas intenso..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que tu felicidad es la mía &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Y...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que aunque no seas para mi.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siempre estaré cerca de ti en mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5312792260215041628?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5312792260215041628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-mis-suenos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5312792260215041628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5312792260215041628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/en-mis-suenos.html' title='En mis sueños'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SztDU6DTucI/AAAAAAAAAJE/GCjrj25pUSM/s72-c/mariposas!!!!!.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4539420796960327910</id><published>2009-12-28T14:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:36:41.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Morir?</title><content type='html'>Tantos días intentando aguantar&lt;br /&gt;tantas noches sin ti....&lt;br /&gt;Tanto soñar, tanto querer, &lt;br /&gt;tanto.. y todo sin ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque como dice la canción... &lt;br /&gt;"cuando el amor no muere.... mata".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que contigo no puedo..&lt;br /&gt;y sin ti no quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero no verte.. Aunque por ello muera&lt;br /&gt;Y tanto aguantar, y tanto esperar lo que no llega..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se como empezar a verte enfrente &lt;br /&gt;y no a mi lado como prometías siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo me moriría porque volvieras&lt;br /&gt;Moriría porque toda esta historia fuera verdadera&lt;br /&gt;pero entre tu y yo sonó la campana..&lt;br /&gt;de esas que indican que ya no habrá mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de morir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4539420796960327910?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4539420796960327910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-de-morir.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4539420796960327910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4539420796960327910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-de-morir.html' title='Morir?'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2592660101343012780</id><published>2009-12-16T00:16:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:18:29.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SygZL257oQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZMa7Y34ToR0/s1600-h/mariposas2ah6fw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SygZL257oQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZMa7Y34ToR0/s320/mariposas2ah6fw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Busco una nota perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algún cajón o algún bolso,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo escrito allí es importante&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo perderlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenía tantas cosas en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;que decidí ponerlas en el papel&lt;br /&gt;para despejar un poco mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son cosas que necesito tener cerca&lt;br /&gt;mas no dentro de mi.. &lt;br /&gt;cosas que son mías, las elegí para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si la encuentras, por favor avísame!&lt;br /&gt;no puedo perderla &lt;br /&gt;puedo olvidar lo que dice&lt;br /&gt;y sería un error volver enfermar a mi corazón con ello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En algún cajón, o en cualquier bolso..&lt;br /&gt;debajo de la almohada, detrás de mi sofá.&lt;br /&gt;en alguna planta de mi terraza.. en algún bolsillo del pantalón.&lt;br /&gt;en cualquier parte puede estar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si lo ves.. es mío.. avísame por favor..&lt;br /&gt;no puedo perder lo que siento por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2592660101343012780?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2592660101343012780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/nota-perdida.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2592660101343012780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2592660101343012780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/nota-perdida.html' title='Nota perdida'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SygZL257oQI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZMa7Y34ToR0/s72-c/mariposas2ah6fw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6777071575297614479</id><published>2009-12-11T00:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:44:41.333+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerca...</title><content type='html'>Ven, acércate un poco más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja que vea de cerca tus ojos cuando me miras&lt;br /&gt;tus labios cuando te ríes&lt;br /&gt;Anda.. Un poquito mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigue mis instrucciones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relaja tu cuerpo &lt;br /&gt;inclina hacia adelante tus hombros,&lt;br /&gt;Ahora desliza tus manos sobre mí, &lt;br /&gt;Deja que tu cuerpo se acerque al mío&lt;br /&gt;y mi corazón pueda latir con el tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailemos esta pieza,&lt;br /&gt;el deseo es la clave &lt;br /&gt;el amor es la melodía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acércate un poco..&lt;br /&gt;quiero verte a los ojos &lt;br /&gt;no es obvio lo que ves en los míos? &lt;br /&gt;un poco mas cerca.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda.. ven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6777071575297614479?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6777071575297614479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/cerca.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6777071575297614479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6777071575297614479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/12/cerca.html' title='Cerca...'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4690645143613779610</id><published>2009-11-23T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:44:53.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulce espera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwnSv0cePKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T83IUrjAvMg/s1600/n53341053101_1838585_3009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwnSv0cePKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T83IUrjAvMg/s320/n53341053101_1838585_3009.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vestida de negro y&lt;br /&gt;Dispuesta a esperarte inmóvil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envuelta en una mezcla de aceites y olores&lt;br /&gt;parezco una araña a la hora de la comida&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosa que seas tu mi presa del día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sonido de los latidos de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;el color de mis labios rojo fuego&lt;br /&gt;el irregular movimiento de mi vientre &lt;br /&gt;cuando deseo que vengas tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es lo único que espero a que sientas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre lista y al acecho...&lt;br /&gt;ni un movimiento es hecho el falso,&lt;br /&gt;todo está calculado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que no lo tenga estudiado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo no pensé una sola cosa....&lt;br /&gt;Y es que tu por esta calle&lt;br /&gt;No pasas estos días.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4690645143613779610?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4690645143613779610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulce-espera.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4690645143613779610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4690645143613779610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulce-espera.html' title='Dulce espera.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwnSv0cePKI/AAAAAAAAAI0/T83IUrjAvMg/s72-c/n53341053101_1838585_3009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4171186689040540190</id><published>2009-11-21T02:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:51:13.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Secretos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwdIU0SN-3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qtBSw_fR2Lc/s1600/hadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwdIU0SN-3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qtBSw_fR2Lc/s320/hadas.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Déjame que te diga algo al oído..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esto es un secreto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uno entre solo tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de los que debes disimular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero que sepas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que no importa donde estés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o lo que realmente seas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre para mi serás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;parte de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ahora.. que ya lo sabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no pretendo que hagas nada con tu secreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;si quieres cuéntaselo a todos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aunque se que todo esto te avergüenza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;aunque se.. Que para ti no es igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero también que sepas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que acabo de descubrir lo que no eres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;y&amp;nbsp;que para mi es importante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quiero decirte lo que no me diste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lo que siempre esperé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que para mi era necesario,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero no importa.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque ya conoces mi secreto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Si quieres puedes decírselo a todos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aunque dudo que nadie quiera escuchar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lo siempre te quise decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4171186689040540190?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4171186689040540190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/secretos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4171186689040540190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4171186689040540190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/secretos.html' title='Secretos'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwdIU0SN-3I/AAAAAAAAAIs/qtBSw_fR2Lc/s72-c/hadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5158965370623231759</id><published>2009-11-18T11:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T09:32:04.011+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche de leónidas y....... Buenos días!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwPOMKFSnZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UOaFY8w3g9E/s1600/leo2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwPOMKFSnZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UOaFY8w3g9E/s320/leo2.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y anoche las leónidas pasaban por encima de mi &lt;br /&gt;no sabía si habian pasado antes por tu casa o por la mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se como explicarte mi deseo de hacerte llegar mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;No se si en alguna de las estrellas venian las tuyas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto es que tome mi manta... mi almohada &lt;br /&gt;y me fui corriendo a mi terraza... a esperar.. esperar..&lt;br /&gt;esperar alguna señal tuya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada fuera de lo normal, todo lleno de lo mismo...&lt;br /&gt;todas las voces que siempre tengo en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;todas las mismas palabras....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre igual.. y yo, con el mismo dolor en mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Con las mismas ganas.. el mismo sueño..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pasaron las horas, y todo pasó.. &lt;br /&gt;y no llegó nada, aún tengo que seguir esperando..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O&amp;nbsp;mejor no espero nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buenos días!... empecemos nuevamente.. &lt;br /&gt;a ver que llega hoy para mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5158965370623231759?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5158965370623231759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/noche-de-leonidas-y-buenos-dias.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5158965370623231759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5158965370623231759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/noche-de-leonidas-y-buenos-dias.html' title='Noche de leónidas y....... Buenos días!'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SwPOMKFSnZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UOaFY8w3g9E/s72-c/leo2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6906907566984669423</id><published>2009-11-14T02:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T02:07:50.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Heraldos Negros</title><content type='html'>Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes... Yo no sé. &lt;br /&gt;Golpes como del odio de Dios; como si ante ellos,&lt;br /&gt;la resaca de todo lo sufrido&lt;br /&gt;se empozara en el alma... Yo no sé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son pocos; pero son... Abren zanjas oscuras&lt;br /&gt;en el rostro más fiero y en el lomo más fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;Serán tal vez los potros de bárbaros atilas;&lt;br /&gt;o los heraldos negros que nos manda la Muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son las caídas hondas de los Cristos del alma,&lt;br /&gt;de alguna fe adorable que el Destino blasfema.&lt;br /&gt;Esos golpes sangrientos son las crepitaciones&lt;br /&gt;de algún pan que en la puerta del horno se nos quema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el hombre... Pobre... pobre! Vuelve los ojos, como&lt;br /&gt;cuando por sobre el hombro nos llama una palmada;&lt;br /&gt;vuelve los ojos locos, y todo lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;se empoza, como un charco de culpa, en la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay golpes en la vida, tan fuertes ... Yo no sé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1918) Cesar Vallejo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dolor pensarte hoy.. ahora..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que dolor saberte lleno de tantas sombras..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tengas miedo.. yo estoy contigo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde la nueva distancia,, desde siempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No tengas miedo....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6906907566984669423?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6906907566984669423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/los-heraldos-negros.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6906907566984669423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6906907566984669423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/los-heraldos-negros.html' title='Los Heraldos Negros'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6804087641289690486</id><published>2009-11-09T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:43:35.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantas... tan.. tantos... y tampoco!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Svia6zcchUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iK9fZEExoD4/s1600-h/image013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Svia6zcchUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iK9fZEExoD4/s320/image013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantas almas... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;siempre en la espera de esos labios de fuego... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;del olor de cuerpo de otro en las madrugadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos ciegos... buscando en los sitios equivocados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tantos.. y aún asi.. tampoco!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El maldito destino... &lt;br /&gt;tantas veces... tan inocente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy a dormir.. buenas noches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Un beso... como mejor lo esperes.. o tal vez.. como mejor lo quieras. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6804087641289690486?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Svia6zcchUI/AAAAAAAAAHk/iK9fZEExoD4/s72-c/image013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8259302860027306519</id><published>2009-11-05T19:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:30:40.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Y mientras, solo pienso en ti.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SvMZrumZrBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltvQLvQn9bM/s1600-h/fairy-glitter.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SvMZrumZrBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltvQLvQn9bM/s320/fairy-glitter.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Y mientras solo pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;ya se que no tengo alas, las mias te las di...&lt;br /&gt;que las tuyas ya no las puedo usar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sigo pensando en ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminar se hace pesado&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no puedo volar,&lt;br /&gt;Lo tengo prohibido&lt;br /&gt;prohibido volar!!&lt;br /&gt;prohibido soñar!!&lt;br /&gt;prohibido amar!!&lt;br /&gt;prohibido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir de tu recuerdo, &lt;br /&gt;y mientras lo intento.. pensar tambien en ti..me hace volar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y es que.. aún, cuando no quiero...&lt;br /&gt;no puedo dejarte de amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8259302860027306519?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8259302860027306519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/y-mientras-solo-pienso-en-ti.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8259302860027306519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8259302860027306519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/11/y-mientras-solo-pienso-en-ti.html' title='Y mientras, solo pienso en ti.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SvMZrumZrBI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ltvQLvQn9bM/s72-c/fairy-glitter.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4197375235045733111</id><published>2009-10-25T23:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:12:54.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo</title><content type='html'>Todo tiempo pasado es mejor que vivir ahora&lt;br /&gt;todo recuerdo me nubla el deseo de esperar que venga otro dia&lt;br /&gt;todos los caminos, todos los lugares, todos los olores....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que se agolpan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El espacio lo determina todo aquello que no conozco&lt;br /&gt;y tantas veces creí conocerlo todo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo tiempo pasado es mejor...&lt;br /&gt;todo momento sin ti es un dia menos...&lt;br /&gt;todo siempre todo....&lt;br /&gt;ni tu... ni nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4197375235045733111?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4197375235045733111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4197375235045733111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4197375235045733111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/10/todo.html' title='Todo'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5341616825753067965</id><published>2009-10-06T19:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:30:22.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Depende de mi</title><content type='html'>Dejar de usar mi lado de la cama&lt;br /&gt;borrar tu dirección&lt;br /&gt;tirar tu maleta&lt;br /&gt;llenar los cajones de MI armario&lt;br /&gt;recortar todas nuestras fotos&lt;br /&gt;poner todas cosas en su lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvidarme de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;del olor de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;no leer lo que dicen tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;dejar de escribir para ti&lt;br /&gt;no querer escuchar como duermes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depende de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo todo todo depende de mi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5341616825753067965?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5341616825753067965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/10/depende-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5341616825753067965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5341616825753067965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/10/depende-de-mi.html' title='Depende de mi'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3289151336718872735</id><published>2009-09-28T03:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:31:07.724+02:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTE DE MI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsARuwU5A3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pnvn3JX1_k0/s1600-h/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386324649279292274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsARuwU5A3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pnvn3JX1_k0/s320/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estaba contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia un jardin lleno de flores, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia un columpio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia una colina llena de cesped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia un cielo azul sin una sola nube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia maripositas por todos lados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia un suspiro inmenso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia una manta, una almohada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenia una cama....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si.. fué un sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero todo forma parte de mi..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3289151336718872735?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3289151336718872735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/parte-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3289151336718872735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3289151336718872735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/parte-de-mi.html' title='PARTE DE MI'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsARuwU5A3I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Pnvn3JX1_k0/s72-c/Butterflies-butterflies-560612_300_525.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5776723829306757438</id><published>2009-09-27T20:25:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T03:22:37.408+02:00</updated><title type='text'>OJOS CONVERSADORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsAPv8rDBHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zUwesi8X0Ak/s1600-h/-Butterflies-butterflies-6565869-525-788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386322470750061682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsAPv8rDBHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zUwesi8X0Ak/s320/-Butterflies-butterflies-6565869-525-788.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conozco ojos inmensos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y tristezas infinitas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conozco tu sonrisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y tu silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tus manos hablan otro idioma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;diferente al de tus labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conozco todas tus palabras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero aun me molesta cuando te quedas callada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conozco tanto de ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eso me basta para no saber nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conozco ojos inmensos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;puentes en la nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se cuando caminas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y cuando te quedas parada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo lo se de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y me duele que de mi no quieras saber nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5776723829306757438?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5776723829306757438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/ojos-conversadores.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5776723829306757438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5776723829306757438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/ojos-conversadores.html' title='OJOS CONVERSADORES'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SsAPv8rDBHI/AAAAAAAAAHM/zUwesi8X0Ak/s72-c/-Butterflies-butterflies-6565869-525-788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3690838115536343417</id><published>2009-09-24T13:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:07:41.987+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Libelula!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SrtR2ymWP3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7Z4jpnK_As/s1600-h/Butterfly-portrait-butterflies-4088303-640-772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384987781188960114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SrtR2ymWP3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7Z4jpnK_As/s320/Butterfly-portrait-butterflies-4088303-640-772.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no te tengo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo una cosa te pido&lt;br /&gt;dejame soñar&lt;br /&gt;soñar que estoy contigo&lt;br /&gt;Soñar que te tengo&lt;br /&gt;soñar que eres mia&lt;br /&gt;dejame soñar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo te pido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñar que no me olvidas&lt;br /&gt;soñar que solo yo existo&lt;br /&gt;soñar que soy tuya&lt;br /&gt;sin que nadie lo impida&lt;br /&gt;Dejame soñar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es todo lo que pido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñar que no hay fronteras&lt;br /&gt;que sientes lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;Soñar que me amas&lt;br /&gt;soñar que te beso&lt;br /&gt;soñar que nos fundimos&lt;br /&gt;en un solo cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3690838115536343417?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3690838115536343417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/libelula.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3690838115536343417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3690838115536343417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/09/libelula.html' title='Libelula!'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SrtR2ymWP3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/W7Z4jpnK_As/s72-c/Butterfly-portrait-butterflies-4088303-640-772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5170805587623826088</id><published>2009-08-29T20:25:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:46:18.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Spl1SfShTeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pMWmiIlFzgo/s1600-h/MOON-FAIRY-BLANK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375456590740671970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Spl1SfShTeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pMWmiIlFzgo/s320/MOON-FAIRY-BLANK.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Me desvelas por torturarme en la nostalgia,&lt;br /&gt;intrínseca te conviertes en culpable de mi dolor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tus alas me roban el aire, anudan mi pelo, ciegan mis ojos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Robas todos mis pensamientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No es que solo estés en ellos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;si no que no permites que tenga nuevos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Repaso cada uno de nuestros días,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;desde el primero hasta el ultimo, porque si.... llegó nuevamente el ultimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque en el devenir de esta y cada noche logras que todo me duela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como puedo lograr no desearte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu olor está en todas mis horas, mis dedos aún recorren tu cuerpo, mi lengua aun me duele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eramos una mariposa con alas de mi colores, ahora yo me quedo con el cuerpo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;y te doy las alas para que llegues a otros cuerpos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que siempre vueles y mientras,.. yo cure mis heridas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y en mitad de la noche, y aún sin sueño... siempre siempre mi pensamiento me lleve hasta ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Y aún muerta, y sin sueño, todas mis letras sean para ti... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi mariposa bella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5170805587623826088?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5170805587623826088/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5170805587623826088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5170805587623826088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/insomnio.html' title='Insomnio'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/Spl1SfShTeI/AAAAAAAAAG8/pMWmiIlFzgo/s72-c/MOON-FAIRY-BLANK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5646116605710216955</id><published>2009-08-24T19:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:38:12.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrito por otra mariposita...</title><content type='html'>Un día como hoy&lt;br /&gt;mis alas se secaron&lt;br /&gt;y comenze a volar&lt;br /&gt;por el mundo de las letras&lt;br /&gt;Un día como hoy&lt;br /&gt;me levante y escribí&lt;br /&gt;una pagina más&lt;br /&gt;con tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;escrito entre lineas&lt;br /&gt;Paginas escritas con la tinta de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;letras de amor&lt;br /&gt;letras de gracia&lt;br /&gt;letras...que me llenan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy escribo en la arena palabras que nunca leerás&lt;br /&gt;sentimientos que brotan&lt;br /&gt;en cada anochecer&lt;br /&gt;y mueren al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribo día y noche&lt;br /&gt;tratando de aplacar&lt;br /&gt;este sentimiento obsesivo&lt;br /&gt;que me arrastra y condena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y escribo una pagina más&lt;br /&gt;con tu nombre escrito&lt;br /&gt;entre lineas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5646116605710216955?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1918859720803368311</id><published>2009-08-04T01:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:24:46.938+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ti.</title><content type='html'>Y entonces si me dejan tranquilo me voy a cambiar de persona,&lt;br /&gt;voy a discrepar de pellejo,&lt;br /&gt;y cuando ya tenga otra boca,&lt;br /&gt;otros zapatos.. otros ojos,&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya sea diferente&lt;br /&gt;y nadie pueda conocerme&lt;br /&gt;seguiré haciendo lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;porque no sé hacer otra cosa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y solo yo se que seguire dibujando tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y haciendo de mis dias un libro por si alguna vez quieres saberme&lt;br /&gt;y esperando&lt;br /&gt;y siempre siempre a dos pasos de ti..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1918859720803368311?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1918859720803368311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1918859720803368311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1918859720803368311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/sin-ti.html' title='Sin ti.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3460643633078192325</id><published>2009-08-04T01:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:15:52.626+02:00</updated><title type='text'>luna llena</title><content type='html'>Luna llena&lt;br /&gt;y tu no estás... pero ya no me duele...&lt;br /&gt;pero si me haces falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna llena&lt;br /&gt;sin ti, ni contigo....&lt;br /&gt;pero si me haces falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna llena....&lt;br /&gt;sabes que? la luna no canta... ni se rie...&lt;br /&gt;eras tu y tu magia quien lograba que sintiera eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna llena.....&lt;br /&gt;y yo resisto.... yo lo voy a lograr..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3460643633078192325?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3460643633078192325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/luna-llena.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3460643633078192325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3460643633078192325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/08/luna-llena.html' title='luna llena'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4034884597170186642</id><published>2009-07-25T14:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:20:34.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>AKELARRE</title><content type='html'>Libertad absoluta de vivir a mis ideas nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;valor de afrontar cada día.. como el unico día&lt;br /&gt;extremo afano de lo cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;Vengan a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lleguen de repete, intenten no avisar..&lt;br /&gt;para que al tenerlos frente a mi.. no haga falta dejarlos entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayudenme a sembrar la risa, el suspiro, el sueño.. ayudenme a respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor quiero vivir... quiero vivir..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hace falta que tenga que volver a amar, no quiero volver a llorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos los invoco, todo dentro de mi deben entrar,&lt;br /&gt;todos de antes me conocen...&lt;br /&gt;por favor vengan.. esta vez prometo los voy a cuidar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4034884597170186642?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4034884597170186642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/07/akelarre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4034884597170186642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4034884597170186642'/><link 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/&gt;de verdad?&lt;br /&gt;confusion completa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8786395617153818690?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/8786395617153818690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/07/mision-imposible.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8786395617153818690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/8786395617153818690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/07/mision-imposible.html' title='Mision imposible...'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8948834511155295893</id><published>2009-06-21T13:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:28:22.990+02:00</updated><title type='text'>libre</title><content type='html'>Como un mar eterno quiero ser yo libre amor....&lt;br /&gt;pero contigo no puedo...&lt;br /&gt;Te amo tanto... pero eres mi ancla en un lugar que no existe..&lt;br /&gt;y que ni siquiera tu estás alli.&lt;br /&gt;Siente la llama que pasa por mi cuerpo, deja que corra por tus venas mi sangre..&lt;br /&gt;y luego dime si resistes....  si puedes soportar lo que yo estoy pasando..&lt;br /&gt;Contigo pero sin ti... eso creo que será tu condena....y mi pena de muerte..&lt;br /&gt;Queriendo sola.. y sin embargo sin ti... dos veces error.. dos veces temor..&lt;br /&gt;e insisto en algo que no es.... ni siquiera creo que fué..&lt;br /&gt;La nada invade los espacios creados para ti...&lt;br /&gt;y tu eres nada que aparece y desaparece.. dando alegría y una posterior terrible soledad..&lt;br /&gt;Y dices que no eres culpable..&lt;br /&gt;Y yo creo que tu eres mi destino...&lt;br /&gt;Y una vida sin destino, protagonista o culpable.. no es vida...&lt;br /&gt;organizo mis ideas.... y no combina nada... nada resulta ...&lt;br /&gt;Libre... solo es libre quien siente que no tiene ataduras....&lt;br /&gt;Y tu eras mis alas.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8948834511155295893?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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conversadores.&lt;br /&gt;Y justo antes de tocar el suelo.... en el momento justo de acabar esta agonía de una vez.... mis alas de &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;despliegan...&lt;/span&gt; Y evito el golpe...&lt;br /&gt;Y en ese instante suena el reloj..............&lt;br /&gt;Y otro día comienza, otras 24 horas, otros 1440 minutos, otros 86400 segundos...&lt;br /&gt;Y todo ellos sin ti..... y otra vez con ganas de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Y llega la noche y el sueño me vence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez intentaré no abrir las alas..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1498169502175695732?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1498169502175695732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1849544957553038917</id><published>2009-05-03T23:08:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:11:57.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucha</title><content type='html'>Soy yo.. toda una extensión de mi dañado cerebro.&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo.. el cuerpo que lleva estas dos manos&lt;br /&gt;que con una de ellas destruye, lo que con la otra crea.&lt;br /&gt;Soy ese barco lleva a mis tres "yo" en este momento..&lt;br /&gt;el que por el viento se queja, el que se sienta a esperar que cambie, y el que ajusta las velas..&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo quien y sin embargo.. se que no vamos a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ningún&lt;/span&gt; puerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy quien lleva en la mochila cada día mi cerebro lleno de ideas&lt;br /&gt;quien se muere de miedo de que fuera cierta solo una de ellas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy yo quien con el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; en la mano, contra su mente lucha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1849544957553038917?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1849544957553038917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucha.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1849544957553038917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1849544957553038917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucha.html' title='Lucha'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8276520149420768217</id><published>2009-04-29T23:01:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:52:39.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>Estar incompleto en ausencia del otro.&lt;br /&gt;Tener solamente el primer tomo de un libro de dos partes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que te falta la mitad del cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;la mitad del sueño, la mitad de lo latidos.&lt;br /&gt;Esto para mi es amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si por un momento tienes&lt;br /&gt;doble ganas de reir,&lt;br /&gt;doble ganas de llorar,&lt;br /&gt;doble ganas de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;doble necesidad de un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que tienes a quien amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun asi... sintiendo todo esto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si todas las noches deseas tenerla cerca&lt;br /&gt;si cada dia quieres saber si despertó bien&lt;br /&gt;si piensas cuando te levantas si soñó lo mismo que tu..&lt;br /&gt;si no sabes a que uele su piel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es que tal vez amas sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor es la expresión que yo utilizaría a explicar porque todas estas letras.. todos estos años..&lt;br /&gt;Amor a mas de 800 días atrás,.. desde el primer día.&lt;br /&gt;Amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8276520149420768217?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-7864497226343746074</id><published>2009-04-28T13:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T13:18:13.041+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dicen</title><content type='html'>El arte de emitir juicios,&lt;br /&gt;manera desbordada de sentenciar sin escuchar.. sin leer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que tengo problemas.. que tengo que resolverlos, que debo aprender a pensar, y alegrarme de lo bueno que la vida me da..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si,  mi vida, mis pensamientos, mis ideas, mis ganas y mi "bueno" eres tu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no te tengo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces es cuando tambien te conviertes en mi problema.. no importa lo que intente .. es como la serpiente que se muerde la cola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ujum.. mi problema.. me mata la distancia, me desesperan tus palabras, me vuelve loca pensar en ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que hago? ya no puedo correr mas... para ningun lugar.. no hay ni un solo lugar donde no  tenga completamente todo acaparado de ti... mi mente.. mi cuerpo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda yo soy una extensión de ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no quiero que te alejes, ni que desaparezcas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me muero de deseo.. y estoy aqui sola... aun contigo en mi mente .. muy sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fea....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-7864497226343746074?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/7864497226343746074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/04/dicen.html#comment-form' title='0 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type='html'>Siempre que puedes &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;elegir&lt;/span&gt; un sitio donde expresar los &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;, es mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;fácil&lt;/span&gt; que simplemente decirlos cara a cara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo el corazón roto,&lt;br /&gt;tengo el pecho vacío&lt;br /&gt;tengo todo y todo vale nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo tantas ganas, y tanto miedo de las ganas&lt;br /&gt;tengo la cabeza llena de tanto&lt;br /&gt;que cuando quiere pensar.. solo hace &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trensas&lt;/span&gt; con la nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanto... que no tengo nada.&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanta soledad... tanta tanta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanta tristeza en mi... que la podría usar de almohada.&lt;br /&gt;de almohada.... de sabana... de cama..&lt;br /&gt;de pies, de zapatos ... de calzada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo todo eso.. por la noche.. por la tarde.. por la mañana..&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de dormir dormir y dormir..&lt;br /&gt;y solo levantarme cuando se cambie de casa, se haya mudado de persona...&lt;br /&gt;es tan grande lo que tengo, que no encuentro donde ponerlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo vendo... alguien me lo compra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te parece que es simple lo que vendo...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy como un pasajero... que baja desde el cielo sin abrir los ojos..&lt;br /&gt;no es que yo esté llorando.. no te asustes., si no que el &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;río&lt;/span&gt; se desbordó...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo quieres?... te lo vendo... es para ti.. no vale nada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú... si... tu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez no soy digna de que entres en mi casa..&lt;br /&gt;mas una palabra tuya bastará para &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sanarme&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6947245350416141335?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6947245350416141335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-tiempo-pequeno.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6947245350416141335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6947245350416141335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-tiempo-pequeno.html' title='Un tiempo pequeño'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-595555944196635343</id><published>2009-04-11T18:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T18:48:19.476+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cortazar...</title><content type='html'>"Ven a dormir conmigo, no haremos el amor... él nos hará"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Julio Cortazar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-595555944196635343?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8668354650895417251</id><published>2009-04-11T15:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:02:16.722+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Oruga, Mariposa, Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dime por favor donde estás,&lt;br /&gt;en que rincón puedo no verte&lt;br /&gt;dónde puedo dormir sin recordarte&lt;br /&gt;y dónde recordar sin que me duela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dime por favor dónde pueda caminar&lt;br /&gt;sin ver tus huellas,&lt;br /&gt;dónde puedo correr sin recordarte&lt;br /&gt;y dónde descansar con mi tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime por favor cuál es el cielo&lt;br /&gt;que no tiene el calor de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;y cuál es el sol que tiene luz tan sólo&lt;br /&gt;y no la sensación de que me llamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime por favor cuál es el rincón&lt;br /&gt;en el que no dejaste tu presencia.&lt;br /&gt;Dime por favor cual es el hueco de mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;que no tiene escondidos tus recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime por favor cuál es la noche&lt;br /&gt;en que no vendrás para velar mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Que no puedo vivir porque te extraño&lt;br /&gt;y no puedo morir porque te quiero.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8668354650895417251?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-8390748638969317667</id><published>2009-04-11T15:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T15:51:01.559+02:00</updated><title type='text'>YO NO SOY YO</title><content type='html'>Soy este que va a mi lado sin yo verlo;&lt;br /&gt;que, a veces, voy a ver, y que, a veces, olvido.&lt;br /&gt;El que calla, sereno, cuando hablo,&lt;br /&gt;el que perdona, dulce, cuando odio,&lt;br /&gt;el que pasea por donde no estoy,&lt;br /&gt;el que quedará en pié cuando yo muera.&lt;br /&gt;                                                             JRJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-8390748638969317667?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3657936459793503344</id><published>2009-03-29T20:43:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:46:09.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te dejo ir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eres la luz de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;pero... te dejo ir porque puedo cegarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres el aire que respiro,&lt;br /&gt;pero...te dejo ir para que no me arrastres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres el sueño de mis noches,&lt;br /&gt;pero...te dejo ir para poder despertar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi primer y último pensamiento,&lt;br /&gt;pero...te dejo ir para que fluyan nuevos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo en mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;pero...te dejo ir porque te amo,&lt;br /&gt;porque muero por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dejo ir,&lt;br /&gt;te dejo ir…para poder vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3657936459793503344?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3657936459793503344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-dejo-ir.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3657936459793503344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3657936459793503344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-dejo-ir.html' title='Te dejo ir...'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5141855679108465248</id><published>2009-03-23T21:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:31:06.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como la vida misma..</title><content type='html'>Como un cuaderno nuevo, estreno cada día una hoja en mi vida... &lt;br /&gt;siempre con el mismo encabezado,, siempre con los mismos protagonistas.&lt;br /&gt;Escribo y reescribo el mismo guión y pienso en la misma historia, &lt;br /&gt;una donde estamos tu y yo..&lt;br /&gt;Solo necesito una pista para el capitulo final..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5141855679108465248?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5141855679108465248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-la-vida-misma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5141855679108465248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/5141855679108465248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-la-vida-misma.html' title='Como la vida misma..'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6801331325011856737</id><published>2009-03-22T10:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T10:21:14.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuya siempre... todavía.</title><content type='html'>Toda tuya siempre todavía.&lt;br /&gt;Tuya toda por siempre hasta hoy y luego,&lt;br /&gt;tuya siempre porque para ser lo necesito,&lt;br /&gt;siempre toda tuya,&lt;br /&gt;siempre.. aunque siempre nunca sea&lt;br /&gt;toda íntegra tuya siempre y hasta ahora &lt;br /&gt;más el próximo nuevo instante cada vez.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Con todo el tiempo del mundo a nuestro alcance,&lt;br /&gt;todo el tiempo del mundo que es igual a la próxima noche,&lt;br /&gt;toda tuya siempre todavía.&lt;br /&gt;Segura de sobrevivir mañana tuya,&lt;br /&gt;siempre tuya desde hoy en cada mañana de mañana.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Enamorada de ti, siempre y ahora, sin recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;en presente siempre amándote,&lt;br /&gt;eternamente tuya,&lt;br /&gt;toda tuya siempre todavía.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE.... SIEMPRE SIEMPRE.. TODA TUYA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6801331325011856737?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6801331325011856737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuya-siempre-todavia.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6801331325011856737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6801331325011856737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuya-siempre-todavia.html' title='Tuya siempre... todavía.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3558266328781989811</id><published>2008-09-10T00:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:39:12.726+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y cada día un poco mas.</title><content type='html'>Y mas, y aún mas, cada día que pasa te extraño mas... mucho mas, ni cientos de personas quitan el vacio que causas en mi...&lt;br /&gt;Solo pensar que tanto mas puedo estar sin ti... me da panico..&lt;br /&gt;creo que no lo puedo soportar, mi hogar esta justo donde tu piel termina.. o dentro de tu piel... tal vez un poco mas..&lt;br /&gt;y yo necesito estar en ti... dentro de ti... en mi hogar., &lt;br /&gt;no cambia nada, ni 800 menos.. ni 800 mas.. sin ti me todo me da igual...&lt;br /&gt;y mas y aun mas,, cada minuto son mil ideas mas..son mil años sin ti..&lt;br /&gt;y tanto tiempo, y tanta distancia poco a poco me mata.. dulcemente me mata.&lt;br /&gt;y es que yo te quiero&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3558266328781989811?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3558266328781989811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-cada-da-un-poco-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3558266328781989811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3558266328781989811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/09/y-cada-da-un-poco-mas.html' title='Y cada día un poco mas.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-5509284437105612914</id><published>2008-08-05T12:39:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T12:45:12.497+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El primer dia del resto de mi vida!</title><content type='html'>Y siempre por estas fechas digo lo mismo, la cosa es que estoy todo el anio diciendo lo mismo, siempre cuento hacia atras, siempre espero el mismo dia, mi dia, mi momento...&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no cuento mas, y ya no deseo mas y ya no espero mas, hoy es el primer dia del resto de mi vida, o por lo menos hasta la proxima vez!!&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy es diferente porque, hoy, quede huella que de faltan dias, que hoy es el primero, y aun espero que no tengas que escribir de nuevo.. pero para explicar como soportar que se acerca el ultimo., &lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora, hoy, ESTOY,. &lt;br /&gt;Aprovechar cada minuto... luego regrso..&lt;br /&gt;luego continuo... luego lees mas!&lt;br /&gt;te quiero... en vivo, en estado natural, en mi.. dentro de mi. toda yo!&lt;br /&gt;siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-5509284437105612914?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/5509284437105612914/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-528569485938493642</id><published>2008-06-30T15:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T16:06:25.615+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora ya está... ya nadie nos quita nada!</title><content type='html'>Esa frase.. que parece que dice poco.. para mi lo dice todo.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora paso a escribirla en mi cerebro, apartado de "frases que no debo olvidar", justo al lado de la carpeta.. "fotos q no debo olvidar".&lt;br /&gt;Anoche la escuche de uno de los ganadores de la Eurocopa 2008, España ganó, pues desde anoche tengo esa frase en mi mente..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que lo puedo decir yo alguna vez?... la verdad no sería malo.. que lo pudiera decir.. y que por ello media españa salga a celebrar, todos usen mi ropa y canten mis canciones favoritas.. en fin.. que de paso de ser yo... feliz!! hago feliz a media España!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joder.. con solo dos personas que se alegraran.. en fin.. antes tengo que ganar!.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jejeje a lo mejor practicando futbol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo diría sin tener nada que ver con el tema, que una vez que dejas de volar... cada vez cuesta mas... incluso en sueños dejas de volar.. malo malo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-528569485938493642?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/528569485938493642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahora-ya-est-ya-nadie-nos-quita-nada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/528569485938493642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/528569485938493642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahora-ya-est-ya-nadie-nos-quita-nada.html' title='Ahora ya está... ya nadie nos quita nada!'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-1140055868906336910</id><published>2008-06-12T12:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:56:40.671+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ESTOY</title><content type='html'>Hoy desperte te busque&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo faltar estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Quise rozar tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te pense te extrañe&lt;br /&gt;Añore sentir tu mano sobre mi piel y mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Tu viajando por la adversidad&lt;br /&gt;Yo volando sin poder asimilar&lt;br /&gt;Que detras de cada limite estoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy sin querer te mire&lt;br /&gt;Vi tu foto y me transporte&lt;br /&gt;Al calor de tus besos y te acaricie&lt;br /&gt;Te tome, te llene, paso a pasa cada espacio&lt;br /&gt;Pude esquivar la contrariedad&lt;br /&gt;Tu alma sabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras viajas por tu adversidad&lt;br /&gt;Me trasvelo sin poder asegurar&lt;br /&gt;Que apesar de cada limite&lt;br /&gt;Estoy siempre seguro&lt;br /&gt;Que mas haya de toda lógica&lt;br /&gt;Salgo a toda reconciliación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y detras de cada limite estoy...&lt;br /&gt;Hoy desperte, te busque&lt;br /&gt;Me hizo falta estar contigo hoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios...... estoy.. definitivamente estoy.&lt;br /&gt;benny ibarra, gracias por poner palabras tambien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-1140055868906336910?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/1140055868906336910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1140055868906336910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/1140055868906336910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/estoy.html' title='ESTOY'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-4567880745637817776</id><published>2008-06-05T12:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:37:14.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor.. amor..amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;TODO ERA AMOR!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Todo era amor... amor! No había nada más que amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;En todas partes se encontraba amor. No se podía hablar más que de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amor pasado por agua, a la vainilla, amor al portador, amor a plazos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amor analizable, analizado. Amor ultramarino. Amor ecuestre. Amor de cartón piedra, amor con leche... lleno de prevenciones, de preventivos; lleno de cortocircuitos, de cortapisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amor con una gran M, con una M mayúscula, chorreado de merengue, cubierto de flores blancas... Amor espermatozoico, esperantista. Amor desinfectado, amor untuoso... Amor con sus accesorios, con sus repuestos; con sus faltas de puntualidad, de ortografía; con sus interrupciones cardíacas y telefónicas. Amor que incendia el corazón de los orangutanes, de los bomberos. Amor que exalta el canto de las ranas bajo las ramas, que arranca los botones de los botines, que se alimenta de encelo y de ensalada. Amor impostergable y amor impuesto. Amor incandescente y amor incauto. Amor indeformable. Amor desnudo. Amor-amor que es, simplemente, amor. Amor y amor... ¡y nada más que amor!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-4567880745637817776?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/4567880745637817776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-amoramor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4567880745637817776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/4567880745637817776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/amor-amoramor.html' title='Amor.. amor..amor'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-2775283817016778034</id><published>2008-06-05T12:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T12:24:49.813+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Capítulo 12, Espantapájaros</title><content type='html'>Se miran, se presienten, se desean, &lt;br /&gt;       se acarician, se besan, se desnudan,&lt;br /&gt;       se respiran, se acuestan, se olfatean,&lt;br /&gt;       se penetran, se chupan, se demudan,&lt;br /&gt;       se adormecen, se despiertan, se iluminan,&lt;br /&gt;       se codician, se palpan, se fascinan,&lt;br /&gt;       se mastican, se gustan, se babean,&lt;br /&gt;       se confunden, se acoplan, se disgregan,&lt;br /&gt;       se aletargan, fallecen, se reintegran,&lt;br /&gt;       se distienden, se enarcan, se menean, &lt;br /&gt;       se retuercen, se estiran, se caldean,&lt;br /&gt;       se estrangulan, se aprietan, se estremecen,&lt;br /&gt;       se tantean, se juntan, desfallecen,&lt;br /&gt;       se repelen, se enervan, se apetecen,&lt;br /&gt;       se acometen, se enlazan, se entrechocan,&lt;br /&gt;       se agazapan, se apresan, se dislocan,&lt;br /&gt;       se perforan, se incrustan, se acribillan,&lt;br /&gt;       se remachan, se injertan, se atornillan,&lt;br /&gt;       se desmayan, reviven, resplandecen,&lt;br /&gt;       se contemplan, se inflaman, se enloquecen,&lt;br /&gt;       se derriten, se sueldan, se calcinan,&lt;br /&gt;       se desgarran, se muerden, se asesinan,&lt;br /&gt;       resucitan, se buscan, se refriegan,&lt;br /&gt;       se rehuyen, se evaden y se entregan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Te suena conocido???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-2775283817016778034?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/2775283817016778034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/captulo-12-espantapjaros.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2775283817016778034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/2775283817016778034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/06/captulo-12-espantapjaros.html' title='Capítulo 12, Espantapájaros'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6270792652327759378</id><published>2008-05-30T15:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:17:34.982+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La mas linda canción que yo jamás escuché.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5rhhQbyYV0&amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o5rhhQbyYV0&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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mas linda canción que yo jamás escuché.'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-6188789794282857149</id><published>2008-05-23T00:25:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:27:49.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil colores</title><content type='html'>Así me siento.&lt;br /&gt;Una enorme mariposa... grannnde... con alas gigantes.. como de mil colores..&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que doy un aleteo, desprendo partes de mi por todos lados, mi olor, mi vida, mis ganas.. eso me gusta.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que quiero puedo sentirme asi..&lt;br /&gt;Como yo quiero..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas.. alas de mariposa... con alas de mil colores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-6188789794282857149?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/6188789794282857149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/mil-colores.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6188789794282857149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/6188789794282857149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/mil-colores.html' title='Mil colores'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3035717066680609962</id><published>2008-05-23T00:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T00:23:59.576+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dito..</title><content type='html'>Hola, buenas noches... como fué tu día de hoy?&lt;br /&gt;cool.. nada nuevo... nada bueno.&lt;br /&gt;A mi me fué cool tambien.&lt;br /&gt;Sabes... hoy tambien te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estoy volviendo loca? o todos entienden lo mismo que yo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3035717066680609962?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3035717066680609962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/dito.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3035717066680609962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3035717066680609962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/dito.html' title='Dito..'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-3885543906573533483</id><published>2008-05-16T23:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T23:53:29.895+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La frase de la semana.....</title><content type='html'>"Uno sólo conserva, lo que no amarra"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y bueno, para mi es impactante esta frase puesto que tengo tanto tiempo esperando... y esperando.... y siempre está allí.. a dos pasos de mi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidando mis sueños...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estoy... queriendo aprender a escuchar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-3885543906573533483?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/3885543906573533483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-frase-de-la-semana.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3885543906573533483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/3885543906573533483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-frase-de-la-semana.html' title='La frase de la semana.....'/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3104813974893635674.post-7446828927411619937</id><published>2008-05-15T17:42:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T18:03:56.412+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;800 días despues!!  mil años antes!!....Siempre.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NI TE DEJO IR... NI QUIERO&lt;br /&gt;NI ME VOY... NI ME DEJAS&lt;br /&gt;CERO DOLOR... CERO TEMOR...&lt;br /&gt;CERO QUEJAS..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUI ESTAMOS... OTRA VEZ...&lt;br /&gt;MITAD Y MITAD...&lt;br /&gt;TU UNA MITAD... YO LA OTRA...&lt;br /&gt;DOS... UNA MARIPOSA..&lt;br /&gt;DE ALAS GRANDES....&lt;br /&gt;DE MIL COLORES...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTRA VEZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MI MEJOR PARTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NI ME VOY.. NI ME DEJAS...&lt;br /&gt;NI TE VAS... NI QUIERO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU Y YO...&lt;br /&gt;DOS ALAS&lt;br /&gt;UNA SOLA MARIPOSA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIEMPRE.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3104813974893635674-7446828927411619937?l=charigalera.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/feeds/7446828927411619937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/800-das-despues-mil-aos-antes.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7446828927411619937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3104813974893635674/posts/default/7446828927411619937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charigalera.blogspot.com/2008/05/800-das-despues-mil-aos-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Alas de mariposa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08571625013547951140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6T5YE3at7oA/SXguN4OT5iI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JyL69XDexlU/S220/ada+nuda.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
