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madre que me dio a mí el ser.&lt;br /&gt;A esa mujer tan buena y valiente,&lt;br /&gt;de inmaculada frente ceñida de laurel.&lt;br /&gt;Madrecita María del Carmen,&lt;br /&gt;hoy te canto esta bella canción.&lt;br /&gt;Con ella te brindo mi cariño,&lt;br /&gt;y lo mismo que cuando era un niño&lt;br /&gt;en mis labios pongo el corazón. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;De rocío se llenan las flores, &lt;br /&gt;que en la noche bella beben sin cesar.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi alma se llena de amores&lt;br /&gt;cuando pienso en ella y empiezo a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Y la copla hecha golondrina se pone a volar.&lt;br /&gt;Y llegando hacia mi madre se reclina,&lt;br /&gt;y en sus brazos de azucena y clavellina&lt;br /&gt;es mi alma la que se pone a soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un altar llevo en mi pecho ardiente&lt;br /&gt;a la madre que me dio a mí el ser.&lt;br /&gt;A esa mujer tan buena y valiente,&lt;br /&gt;de inmaculada frente ceñida de laurel.&lt;br /&gt;Madrecita María del Carmen,&lt;br /&gt;hoy te canto esta bella canción.&lt;br /&gt;Con ella te brindo mi cariño,&lt;br /&gt;y lo mismo que cuando era un niño&lt;br /&gt;en mis labios pongo el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S9GQs3tPEzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5p9D2DzAjTA/s1600/santjordi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S9GQs3tPEzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5p9D2DzAjTA/s200/santjordi.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5781644283993635613?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5781644283993635613/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S9GQs3tPEzI/AAAAAAAAAgk/5p9D2DzAjTA/s72-c/santjordi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4718094415040823330</id><published>2010-04-21T13:09:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:11:30.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- No sois en absoluto parecidas a mi rosa; no sois nada aún -les dijo-. Nadie os ha domesticado y no habéis domesticado a nadie. Sois como mi zorro. No era más que un zorro semejante a cien mil otros. Pero yo lo hice mi amigo y ahora es único en el mundo.Y las rosas se sintieron bastante molestas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Sois bellas, pero estáis vacías -les dijo aún-. No se puede morir por vosotras. Sin duda que un transeúnte común creerá que mi rosa se os parece. Pero ella sola es más importante que todas vosotras, puesto que es ella la rosa a quien he regado. Puesto que es ella la rosa a quien puse bajo una campana de cristal. Puesto que es ella la rosa a quien abrigué con un biombo. Puesto que es ella la rosa cuyas orugas maté (salvó dos o tres que se hicieron mariposas). Puesto que es ella la rosa a la que escuché quejarse, o alabarse, o también, algunas veces callarse. Puesto que es mi rosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Y se volvió adonde estaba el zorro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Adiós -dijo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Adiós -dijo el zorro-. He aquí mi secreto. Es muy simple: no se ve bien sino con el corazón. Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos -repitió el Principito, a fin de acordarse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- El tiempo que perdiste por tu rosa es lo que hace a tu rosa tan importante -dijo el zorro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- El tiempo que perdí por mi rosa... -dijo el Principito, a fin de acordarse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Los hombres han olvidado esta verdad -dijo el zorro-. Pero tú no debes olvidarla. Eres responsable de para siempre de lo que has domesticado. Eres responsable de tu rosa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Soy responsable de mi rosa... -repitió el Principito, a fin de acordarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraido de "El Principito"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4718094415040823330?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4718094415040823330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=4718094415040823330' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4718094415040823330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4718094415040823330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/lo-esencial-es-invisible-los-ojos.html' title='Lo esencial es invisible a los ojos'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5946744084866432817</id><published>2010-03-24T13:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T13:34:20.211+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Amor de cuatro letras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;siempre creces mas nunca menguas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;llegas un dia sin saber ni como ni por que y te quedas ...&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;"&gt;Amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;tu no entiendes de ausencia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de distancia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de guerras eternas ...&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;"&gt;Te proyectas hacia la eternidad, ni la muerte te puede marchitar ...&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;Amor de cuatro letras ...&lt;br /&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/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S6oDt_CImkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lS1OdOuYRtU/s1600/corazon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S6oDt_CImkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lS1OdOuYRtU/s200/corazon.jpg" width="200" /&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;"&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/6168074144410289153-5946744084866432817?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5946744084866432817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5946744084866432817' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5946744084866432817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5946744084866432817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S6oDt_CImkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/lS1OdOuYRtU/s72-c/corazon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-2079782834788781005</id><published>2010-03-11T17:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:23:44.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One - U2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqyW1XQrNhk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqyW1XQrNhk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy bonito para traducirlo ... (video encontrado en youtube)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is It getting better, or do you feel the same?&lt;br /&gt;Will it make it easy on you now, you've got someone to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, one love, one life, i'ts one need,In the night, &lt;br /&gt;One Love, get to share it, leaves your darling, If you don't care for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I Disappoint You? &lt;br /&gt;Or leavea a bad taste in your mouth? &lt;br /&gt;You act like you've never had love&lt;br /&gt;And you want me and go without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well i'ts too late, tonight. &lt;br /&gt;To drag the past out into the light,&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same &lt;br /&gt;We get to carry each other, carry each other, one... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you come here for forgiveness? &lt;br /&gt;Have you come to raise the dead? &lt;br /&gt;Have you come here to pray Jesus, &lt;br /&gt;to the Lappers in your head? &lt;br /&gt;Work it out, as a strong voice running a lot,&lt;br /&gt;you gave me nothing now it's all i've got&lt;br /&gt;We're one, but we're not the same, &lt;br /&gt;If we hurt each other then we'll do it again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Say, Love Is A Temple, Love Higher A Law, &lt;br /&gt;Love Is A Temple,Love a Higher Law &lt;br /&gt;You ask to me to enter, but then you make me crawl, &lt;br /&gt;And I Can't Be Holding On &lt;br /&gt;To What You Got it, When All You Got Is Hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Love, One Blood ,One Life &lt;br /&gt;You Got To Do What You Should &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Life, With Each Other : sisters and my brothers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Life &lt;br /&gt;But We're Not The Same &lt;br /&gt;We Get To Carry Each Other &lt;br /&gt;Carry Each Other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-2079782834788781005?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-8582364245578687601</id><published>2010-03-08T23:07:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T17:33:22.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nieva en Barcelona</title><content type='html'>Que ilusión ... hacia 25 años que no nevaba con tanta intensidad, es algo inedito que solo ocurre cada muchisimos años puesto que vivimos a nivel de mar, hoy fue un dia muy especial ... os dejo algunas fotos que hice yo misma para que veais esta gran nevada historica.&lt;br /&gt;Lo cierto que quedó la ciudad&amp;nbsp;como&amp;nbsp;postal de navidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7487675317889503923</id><published>2010-02-16T13:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:41:56.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamorada ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enamorada de un lapiz y un trozo de papel ...&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;"&gt;Enamorada del mar, de las gaviotas, de la espuma de las olas, de los suaves rayos de sol cuando acarician mi piel, cuando iluminan tu tez ...&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;"&gt;Enamorada de un paseo, de las blancas flores de los almendros, de una plantación de girasoles, de una montaña, de un rio, de una cascada ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada de una rosa, del olor a violeta, del suave sabor de un melocoton ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada de ti, de dos perros, del calor de una chimenea, de tus abrazos, de tus caricias, de tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada de la luna llena, de las estrellas, de las luciernagas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada del amor, de la pasion, de la amistad, de la sinceridad, de la autenticidad, de bellos sentimientos, de bellas palabras, de sueños, de recuerdos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enamorada de la musica, de cocinar, de bailar, de una sonrisa ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enamorada de unos pequeños zapatitos de gitana, de charol rojo con lunares blancos, de mi infancia ...&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;Enamorada de tantas cosas mas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S3qV2nnvFWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/B7He4YtC09U/s1600-h/rosa-rosa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S3qV2nnvFWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/B7He4YtC09U/s200/rosa-rosa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S3qV2nnvFWI/AAAAAAAAAcI/B7He4YtC09U/s72-c/rosa-rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5245452471087143420</id><published>2010-02-06T17:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T17:47:40.247+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un sueño ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;La posibilidad de alcanzar un sueño es lo que hace que la vida sea interesante&lt;/div&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S22cVfnFeVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cp3M06VqEE4/s1600-h/sue%C3%B1arielucha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S22cVfnFeVI/AAAAAAAAAcA/cp3M06VqEE4/s320/sue%C3%B1arielucha.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5245452471087143420?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5245452471087143420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-8147344014545143445</id><published>2010-01-19T20:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:07:59.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Te sueño</title><content type='html'>Y te sueño ya entre mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acunandote&lt;/span&gt; en mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te sueño mientras camino bajo el tenue sol de este invierno,&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luna,&lt;br /&gt;y mientras duermo y sueño,&lt;br /&gt;pues sueño en ti que eres mi sueño, mi amor, mi deseo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;te espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428529236428782706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S1YClDYo_HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DJii7ZMU4u4/s400/8semanas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-8147344014545143445?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8147344014545143445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=8147344014545143445' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8147344014545143445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8147344014545143445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2010/01/te-sueno.html' title='Te sueño'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/S1YClDYo_HI/AAAAAAAAAXk/DJii7ZMU4u4/s72-c/8semanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-3596140241336026064</id><published>2009-12-29T11:53:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T12:07:38.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L'elefant / El elefante</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/puo7ZRvFXso&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/puo7ZRvFXso&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mireu allà dalt&lt;br /&gt;en els estels, què hi ha ?&lt;br /&gt;És un gros animal,&lt;br /&gt;que amb bicicleta va:&lt;br /&gt;és un elefant i doncs,&lt;br /&gt;que us penseu ?&lt;br /&gt;Té una cua al darrera&lt;br /&gt;i una altra pel davant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mirad ahi arriba,&lt;br /&gt;en las estrellas, que hay ?&lt;br /&gt;Es un gran animal,&lt;br /&gt;que con bicicleta va:&lt;br /&gt;es un elefante y pues,&lt;br /&gt;que os pensais ?&lt;br /&gt;Tiene una cola detras&lt;br /&gt;y otra delante.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-3596140241336026064?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4395558722276803315</id><published>2009-11-14T21:49:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T22:03:05.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Navega conmigo</title><content type='html'>Navega conmigo&lt;br /&gt;dejate abrazar por este mar tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luz de la luna&lt;br /&gt;olor a violeta y azahar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explora todas mis costas&lt;br /&gt;acaricialas con suavidad&lt;br /&gt;una vez y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;y otra vez mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego hundete en mi noche y&lt;br /&gt;ahogate en mi tempestad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404066643956157490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sv8Z-w-LTDI/AAAAAAAAAXc/jbmwjE-IbPE/s400/lunallena1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4395558722276803315?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4395558722276803315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=4395558722276803315' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4395558722276803315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4395558722276803315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Svw9bVQiQwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/w4KtETwoyW8/s1600-h/sonrisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261192710013698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Svw9bVQiQwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/w4KtETwoyW8/s200/sonrisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y ademas viernes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y tu que haras ?&lt;/span&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/6168074144410289153-6119297508329550922?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6119297508329550922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6119297508329550922' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6119297508329550922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6119297508329550922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/realmente.html' title='Realmente ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Svw9bVQiQwI/AAAAAAAAAXU/w4KtETwoyW8/s72-c/sonrisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-84647537085033374</id><published>2009-11-03T13:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T13:24:44.987+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_pGuEaRctY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G_pGuEaRctY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá porque mi niñez&lt;br /&gt;sigue jugando en tu playa,&lt;br /&gt;y escondido tras las cañas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duerme mi primer amor,&lt;br /&gt;llevo tu luz y tu olor&lt;br /&gt;por donde quiera que vaya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y amontonado en tu arena&lt;br /&gt;guardo amor, juegos y penas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que en la piel tengo el sabor&lt;br /&gt;amargo del llanto eterno,&lt;br /&gt;que han vertido en ti cien pueblos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Algeciras a Estambul,&lt;br /&gt;para que pintes de azul&lt;br /&gt;sus largas noches de invierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fuerza de desventuras,&lt;br /&gt;tu alma es profunda y oscura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tus atardeceres rojos&lt;br /&gt;se acostumbraron mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;como el recodo al camino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy cantor, soy embustero,&lt;br /&gt;me gusta el juego y el vino,&lt;br /&gt;Tengo alma de marinero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué le voy a hacer, si yo&lt;br /&gt;nací en el Mediterráneo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te acercas, y te vas&lt;br /&gt;después de besar mi aldea.&lt;br /&gt;Jugando con la marea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te vas, pensando en volver.&lt;br /&gt;Eres como una mujer&lt;br /&gt;perfumadita de brea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se añora y que se quiere&lt;br /&gt;que se conoce y se teme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si un día para mi mal&lt;br /&gt;viene a buscarme la parca.&lt;br /&gt;Empujad al mar mi barca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un levante otoñal&lt;br /&gt;y dejad que el temporal&lt;br /&gt;desguace sus alas blancas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a mí enterradme sin duelo&lt;br /&gt;entre la playa y el cielo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la ladera de un monte,&lt;br /&gt;más alto que el horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero tener buena vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo será camino,&lt;br /&gt;le daré verde a los pinos&lt;br /&gt;y amarillo a la genista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerca del mar. Porque yo&lt;br /&gt;nací en el Mediterráneo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letra de Joan Manuel Serrat, video extraido de youtube&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-84647537085033374?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/84647537085033374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=84647537085033374' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/84647537085033374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/84647537085033374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/yo.html' title='Yo ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6767520089812691811</id><published>2009-10-29T10:18:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T17:23:49.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crepusculo (Halo - Beyonce) - Bella y Edward</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZCWmuO_USQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZCWmuO_USQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;¿Recuerdas las paredes que construí?&lt;br /&gt;Pues cariño se están viniendo abajo&lt;br /&gt;Y ni siquiera presentaron batalla&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera producieron un sonido&lt;br /&gt;Encontré una manera de dejarte entrar&lt;br /&gt;Pero, realmente nunca tuve dudas&lt;br /&gt;Estando en la luz de tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tengo mi ángel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es como si hubiera despertado&lt;br /&gt;Toda regla que tenía, la rompías&lt;br /&gt;Es el riesgo que estoy teniendo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te dejaré fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora miro en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Estoy rodeada por tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo ver tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que eres mi gracia salvadora&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que necesito y más&lt;br /&gt;Está todo escrito en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo sentir tu halo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Reza para que no se apague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tócame como un rayo de sol&lt;br /&gt;Ardiendo en mis noches más oscuras&lt;br /&gt;Eres el único que quiero&lt;br /&gt;Creo que soy adicta a tu luz&lt;br /&gt;Juré que no caería de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;Pero esto ni siquiera parece una caída&lt;br /&gt;La gravedad se puede olvidar&lt;br /&gt;De volverme a dejar en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es como si hubiera despertado&lt;br /&gt;Toda regla que tenía, la rompías&lt;br /&gt;Es el riesgo que estoy teniendo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te dejaré fuera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora miro en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Estoy rodeada por tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo ver tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que eres mi gracia salvadora&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que necesito y más&lt;br /&gt;Está todo escrito en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo sentir tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Reza para que no se apague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh, ooooh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora miro en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Estoy rodeada por tu abrazo&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo ver tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que eres mi gracia salvadora&lt;br /&gt;Eres todo lo que necesito y más&lt;br /&gt;Está todo escrito en tu cara&lt;br /&gt;Cariño, puedo sentir tu halo&lt;br /&gt;Reza para que no se apague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver tu halo…&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh, ooh… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-6767520089812691811?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6767520089812691811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6767520089812691811' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6767520089812691811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6767520089812691811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/10/crepusculo-halo-beyonce-bella-y-edward.html' title='Crepusculo (Halo - Beyonce) - Bella y Edward'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1117198620801954651</id><published>2009-07-02T12:15:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:17:31.997+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ponle corazón ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d3ea476fb37d325" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1117198620801954651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1117198620801954651' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1117198620801954651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1117198620801954651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-magia-del-corazon.html' title='Ponle corazón ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4653796143652858225</id><published>2009-06-29T11:02:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T12:07:02.236+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El sonido del mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Nadando en un mar tranquilo, calmado, sosegado,&lt;br /&gt;mirando como el rojo sol se esconde tras el horizonte lejano y,&lt;br /&gt;lentamente va pintando las nubes de color melocotón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descansando a la orilla del mar,&lt;br /&gt;escuchando el dulce y suave vaivén de las olas,&lt;br /&gt;escuchando el vals del sonido del mar,&lt;br /&gt;como tu voz cuando me habla &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bajito&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;como tu voz cuando susurra a mi &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oído&lt;/span&gt; palabras de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las gaviotas descienden del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;interrumpen su vuelo,&lt;br /&gt;se posan a nuestro lado,&lt;br /&gt;para escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;el vals de los enamorados ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el vals del sonido del mar ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352683663586125794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SkiNbqsWZ-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/EVe17t-HbGk/s400/bahia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4653796143652858225?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4653796143652858225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=4653796143652858225' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4653796143652858225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4653796143652858225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/06/el-sonido-del-mar.html' title='El sonido del mar'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SkiNbqsWZ-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/EVe17t-HbGk/s72-c/bahia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6237968971085829993</id><published>2009-06-26T11:23:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T11:51:10.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirando hacia el infinito ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;... y solo puedo mirar hacia el infinito,&lt;br /&gt;con un nudo en mi pecho,&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo se detiene,&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos no parpadean,&lt;br /&gt;permanezco &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inmóvil&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;todos mis sentidos perplejos,&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hechandote&lt;/span&gt; de menos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acordándome&lt;/span&gt; de ti,&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olvidandote&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;queriéndote&lt;/span&gt; siempre,&lt;br /&gt;aun con tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;aun con el paso del tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;en buenos y malos momentos,&lt;br /&gt;mirando hacia el infinito,&lt;br /&gt;mirando hacia el cielo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351569067409918674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SkSXtoXvytI/AAAAAAAAAWk/lKw8sxdMqdE/s400/amorinfinito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-6237968971085829993?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6237968971085829993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6237968971085829993' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6237968971085829993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6237968971085829993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/06/mirando-hacia-el-infinito.html' title='Mirando hacia el infinito ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SkSXtoXvytI/AAAAAAAAAWk/lKw8sxdMqdE/s72-c/amorinfinito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1286302220160545403</id><published>2009-06-12T12:34:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T12:59:45.238+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu sonrisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;la que me ilumina el alma como lo hace la luna en la noche oscura,&lt;br /&gt;la que me llena de amor, de paz, de felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;la que me lo dice y me lo da todo sin hablar ...&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa, tu sonrisa, solo tu sonrisa, todo esta en tu sonrisa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346393980393724034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SjI0_66nmII/AAAAAAAAAWc/pChftwgZ-DQ/s400/sonrie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1286302220160545403?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1286302220160545403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1286302220160545403' title='25 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1286302220160545403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1286302220160545403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/06/tu-sonrisa.html' title='Tu sonrisa'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SjI0_66nmII/AAAAAAAAAWc/pChftwgZ-DQ/s72-c/sonrie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7195286700225365327</id><published>2009-06-09T13:02:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:47:20.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando no estas ...</title><content type='html'>Como una noche sin luna, sin estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;como un pozo sin agua,&lt;br /&gt;como un niño sin sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;como un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pájaro&lt;/span&gt; sin alas,&lt;br /&gt;como un mar sin peces, sin agua,&lt;br /&gt;como un perro sin dueño,&lt;br /&gt;como un &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;jardín&lt;/span&gt; sin flores,&lt;br /&gt;como un bosque sin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abetos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; me siento cuando no estas ...&lt;br /&gt;sin tu amor, sin tus besos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346328793931824450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SjH5tka_vUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j1FzHmL6qv8/s400/sinti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7195286700225365327?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7195286700225365327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7195286700225365327' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7195286700225365327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7195286700225365327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/06/cuando-no-estas.html' title='Cuando no estas ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SjH5tka_vUI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j1FzHmL6qv8/s72-c/sinti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6569618914401649700</id><published>2009-05-31T20:59:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T05:18:43.636+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Morir al lado de mi amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-330e2defdf5c6db7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6039497040883550780</id><published>2009-05-27T12:26:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T13:09:42.550+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lleno de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;En el vacio de tu ausencia siento amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amor inmenso que llena un gran vacio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y en el vacio lleno de tu amor, te espero ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340457253119483138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sh0dk6ZYXQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TB6KQzJcIaE/s400/puesta+de+sol.jpg" /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-6039497040883550780?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6039497040883550780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6039497040883550780' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6039497040883550780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6039497040883550780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/lleno-de-amor.html' title='Lleno de amor'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sh0dk6ZYXQI/AAAAAAAAAV8/TB6KQzJcIaE/s72-c/puesta+de+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1420115381694574013</id><published>2009-05-20T17:30:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:48:17.460+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Besos que curan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un estudio ruso recientemente publicado en el periódico Pravda, destaca que el besar no solamente produce efectos positivos en la circulación, reduce el colesterol, ayuda a prevenir la caries, sino que además la cantidad de endorfina liberada en casa beso, equivale al efecto que produce una dosis mínima de morfina, destacó uno de los científicos soviéticos involucrado en el informe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneficios:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mejora el aspecto de la piel.&lt;br /&gt;- Previene la aparición de caries&lt;br /&gt;- Mejora la circulación.&lt;br /&gt;- Mantiene los niveles de colesterol&lt;br /&gt;- Genera la pérdida de doce calorías.&lt;br /&gt;- Combate el dolor ya que segrega endorfinas&lt;br /&gt;- Efecto sedante superior a una dosis de endorfina.&lt;br /&gt;- Antídoto contra la depresión y el desánimo.&lt;br /&gt;- Calma el estrés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El beso es un mecanismo de evaluación de la pareja. “Al besar se desencadenan reacciones químicas que no se pueden discutir. Supone algo más del noventa por ciento de las actividades sociales de los seres humanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor apasionado es un revulsivo poderoso que viene del motor de la mente, del área responsable de las adicciones”, sostiene la antropóloga estadounidense Helen Fisher. “El cerebro se comporta como si estuviera bajo los efectos de la cocaína”, continúa explicando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tres hormonas son las que se ven involucradas cuando se besa, la oxitocina, dopamina y enforfinas. El beso es un acto comunicativo beneficioso para la salud. &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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337932588742014402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/ShQlaGry9cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H9yLZfMyufo/s400/besos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto extraido de www.enplenitud.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1420115381694574013?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1420115381694574013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1420115381694574013' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1420115381694574013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1420115381694574013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/besos-analgesicos.html' title='Besos que curan'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/ShQlaGry9cI/AAAAAAAAAV0/H9yLZfMyufo/s72-c/besos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-446169990472574724</id><published>2009-05-18T23:02:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T23:28:50.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida sin amor ...</title><content type='html'>La inteligencia sin amor, te hace perverso.&lt;br /&gt;La justicia sin amor, te hace implacable.&lt;br /&gt;La diplomacia sin amor, te hace hipocrita.&lt;br /&gt;El exito sin amor, te hace arrogante.&lt;br /&gt;La riqueza sin amor, te hace avaro.&lt;br /&gt;La docilidad sin amor te hace servil.&lt;br /&gt;La pobreza sin amor, te hace orgulloso.&lt;br /&gt;La belleza sin amor, te hace ridículo.&lt;br /&gt;La autoridad sin amor, te hace tirano.&lt;br /&gt;El trabajo sin amor te hace introvertido.&lt;br /&gt;La ley sin amor, te esclaviza.&lt;br /&gt;La politica sin amor, te hace egoista.&lt;br /&gt;La fe sin amor se convierte en tortura.&lt;br /&gt;LA VIDA SIN AMOR .... NO TIENE SENTIDO ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337278472469190834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/ShHSfhrdmLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cXYZHI1Pr8M/s320/sinamor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-446169990472574724?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/446169990472574724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=446169990472574724' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/446169990472574724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/446169990472574724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-vida-sin-amor.html' title='La vida sin amor ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/ShHSfhrdmLI/AAAAAAAAAVs/cXYZHI1Pr8M/s72-c/sinamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-8591790129358396241</id><published>2009-05-11T17:28:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:31:34.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminante no hay camino ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo pasa y todo queda,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero lo nuestro es pasar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pasar haciendo caminos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caminos sobre el mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca persequí la gloria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni dejar en la memoria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de los hombres mi canción;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yo amo los mundos sutiles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ingrávidos y gentiles,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como pompas de jabón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me gusta verlos pintarse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de sol y grana, volar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bajo el cielo azul, temblar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;súbitamente y quebrarse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunca perseguí la gloria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminante, son tus huellas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el camino y nada más; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caminante, no hay camino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se hace camino al andar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Al andar se hace camino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y al volver la vista atrás &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se ve la senda que nunca &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se ha de volver a pisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caminante no hay camino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sino estelas en la mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Murió el poeta lejos del hogar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Le cubre el polvo de un país vecino. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Al alejarse le vieron llorar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuando el poeta es un peregrino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cuando de nada nos sirve rezar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Caminante no hay camino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se hace camino al andar..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Golpe a golpe, verso a verso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Antonio Machado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-8591790129358396241?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8591790129358396241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=8591790129358396241' title='17 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8591790129358396241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8591790129358396241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/caminante-no-hay-camino.html' title='Caminante no hay camino ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4530261052304118742</id><published>2009-05-02T03:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T03:27:57.166+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Una canción de amor ...</title><content type='html'>En nuestro salón, de pie, abrazados, bailando ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo se funde con tu cuerpo hasta ser un solo cuerpo, con el mismo movimiento, el mismo sentimiento, somos la misma canción, una canción, de amor ... bailando ... abrazados los dos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331031627610857986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SfuhBTIeIgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vTwGsazvix0/s320/bailando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4530261052304118742?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4530261052304118742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=4530261052304118742' title='22 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4530261052304118742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4530261052304118742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/una-cancion-de-amor.html' title='Una canción de amor ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SfuhBTIeIgI/AAAAAAAAAU0/vTwGsazvix0/s72-c/bailando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1922532601173100621</id><published>2009-04-30T19:15:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:04:12.910+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El sol de la tarde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;caía&lt;/span&gt;, sus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;últimos&lt;/span&gt; rayos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desaparecían&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;caía&lt;/span&gt; dando paso a la oscuridad de la noche, una noche iluminada por su luna y sus primeras estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversaban mucho, se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sentían&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cómodos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haciéndolo&lt;/span&gt;, las horas pasaban, el reloj &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;corría&lt;/span&gt;, la luna se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;movía&lt;/span&gt;, las estrellas la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;seguían&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crees que nuestras palabras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;llenarían&lt;/span&gt; todo el cielo ? pregunto ella esbozando una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Creo que si, hablamos mucho, aunque el cielo, el cielo es inmenso, contestó él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tienes razón, dijo ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Y tu crees que nuestro amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;llenaría&lt;/span&gt; todo el cielo ? preguntó él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mirándose&lt;/span&gt; a los ojos, sin mediar palabra, supieron que su amor era inmenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330540093820984130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfnh-REtW0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gW3sJvwSc1g/s320/amor+inmenso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1922532601173100621?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1922532601173100621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1922532601173100621' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1922532601173100621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1922532601173100621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-sol-de-la-tarde-caia-sus-ultimos.html' title='El cielo'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfnh-REtW0I/AAAAAAAAAUs/gW3sJvwSc1g/s72-c/amor+inmenso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-3784017349401380067</id><published>2009-04-29T05:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:05:34.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta ...</title><content type='html'>Hasta perder el aliento,&lt;br /&gt;hasta perder el conocimiento,&lt;br /&gt;hasta perder la razón,&lt;br /&gt;hasta perder el control,&lt;br /&gt;hasta el fin de mis dias,&lt;br /&gt;hasta tocar el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;contigo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329959451461653282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SffR4bubkyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WeePHRGxkRw/s200/rosa-rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-3784017349401380067?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3784017349401380067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=3784017349401380067' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3784017349401380067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3784017349401380067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/04/hasta.html' title='Hasta ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SffR4bubkyI/AAAAAAAAAUE/WeePHRGxkRw/s72-c/rosa-rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1974431407113745043</id><published>2009-01-05T08:41:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T09:35:17.734+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermelada ...</title><content type='html'>Que dulce despertar abrir los ojos y,&lt;br /&gt;ver tu sonsisa,&lt;br /&gt;por la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llena de alegría,&lt;br /&gt;que estés aquí,&lt;br /&gt;junto a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Café con leche,&lt;br /&gt;tostadas,&lt;br /&gt;mermelada de fresa y melocotón ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y en tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;el sabor de nuestro amor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287724496412874850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SWHFafbSGGI/AAAAAAAAATs/SxHPP-Nyl0U/s200/mermeladadefresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1974431407113745043?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1974431407113745043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1974431407113745043' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1974431407113745043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1974431407113745043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-dulce-despertar-abrir-los-ojos-y.html' title='Mermelada ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SWHFafbSGGI/AAAAAAAAATs/SxHPP-Nyl0U/s72-c/mermeladadefresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1091172296032562425</id><published>2008-12-31T13:38:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:19:13.532+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadena de cariño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtrXpFGcQI/AAAAAAAAASM/RMI1LeVOs10/s1600-h/mimis.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285936641557819650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtrXpFGcQI/AAAAAAAAASM/RMI1LeVOs10/s200/mimis.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtr67d2KBI/AAAAAAAAASc/jfXcsO0MfHs/s1600-h/mimis3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285937247788869650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtr67d2KBI/AAAAAAAAASc/jfXcsO0MfHs/s200/mimis3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285936970606459106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtrqy4aOOI/AAAAAAAAASU/tScYyGXuZsQ/s200/mimis2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gracias &lt;a href="http://sollozosblancos.blogspot.com/2008/12/mimis.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sherezade, Lo que queda del alma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;pues estos detallitos (mimis como tu les llamas) son besos para el corazón, regalitos para el alma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reparto estos cariños a los siguientes blogs porque cada uno de ustedes me aporta algo bonito, especial:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://palabrasolvidadas-misteriosas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Francisco Javier, Palabras olvidadas y misteriosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lulupat140.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lulu, Filosofando ... pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadasoloyo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pato's, Cada uno es arquitecto de su propio destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creandootrarealidad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;La niña de la ventana, ...otra realidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lobo-atento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lobo Atento, En la boca del lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://queentais.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tais, El Reinado de Tais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gusmarcarleixsosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gusmar Sosa, La vida no es corta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hadaondina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ondina, Amor, paz, vida ... de hada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mispalabrasysentimientos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Juani Lopes, Mis palabras y sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vuelosdelalma.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Vuelos del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemasdeunadama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lunatica, Poemas de una dama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemati.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Diosaoasis, Poemas de ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nombre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Joriol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://notasalpiedelapagina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brisa nocturna, Notas al pie de la pagina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Y el cariño número 15 se lo doy a &lt;a href="http://sollozosblancos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sherezade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; por los mimis que me dió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reglas:&lt;br /&gt;1- Aceptar, hacer que el Logo sea visible, respetar las reglas!&lt;br /&gt;2- Hacer un link al Blog que te ha premiado&lt;br /&gt;3- Premiar otros 15 blog y avisarles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aqui mis mejores deseos para el año nuevo y espero que nos continuemos leyendo !!! besos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1091172296032562425?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1091172296032562425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1091172296032562425' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1091172296032562425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1091172296032562425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/cadena-de-cario.html' title='Cadena de cariño'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVtrXpFGcQI/AAAAAAAAASM/RMI1LeVOs10/s72-c/mimis.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-399202642948186695</id><published>2008-12-30T03:48:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:28:24.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No pudo evitar ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No pudo evitar fijarse en sus manos, en sus grandes manos.&lt;br /&gt;Se preguntaba cuanto amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt; caber en aquellas manos ...&lt;br /&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;debería&lt;/span&gt; el amor albergarse dentro de un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; en lugar de en sus manos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Podrías&lt;/span&gt; enseñarme tus manos, le dijo ella&lt;br /&gt;- Mis manos ? le pregunto él muy sorprendido&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, tus manos, dijo ella esbozando una suave y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tímida&lt;/span&gt; sonrisa, mientras jugueteaba &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;haciéndose&lt;/span&gt; tirabuzones en el pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El abrió sus dos manos y le mostró sus palmas estirando sus largos dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Ella nunca &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;había&lt;/span&gt; visto unas manos tan grandes.&lt;br /&gt;A él nunca nadie le pidió que mostrara sus manos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Son muy grandes, dijo ella.&lt;br /&gt;- Sí, lo son, siempre lo fueron, le contestó él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella volvió a preguntarse cuanto amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;podría&lt;/span&gt; caber en sus manos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Podrían&lt;/span&gt; acariciar los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pétalos&lt;/span&gt; de una flor ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Podrían&lt;/span&gt; mecer a un niño con el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;vaivén&lt;/span&gt; suave del vals que bailan dos enamorados ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tonterías&lt;/span&gt; pensó ella, por fin pudo apartar la vista de sus manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hola ? le dijo él&lt;br /&gt;- Perdona, le dijo ella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;mirándose&lt;/span&gt; a los ojos quedaron profundamente atrapados&lt;br /&gt;No se cuanto tiempo permanecieron &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mirándose&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/6168074144410289153-399202642948186695?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/399202642948186695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=399202642948186695' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/399202642948186695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/399202642948186695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-pudo-evitar.html' title='No pudo evitar ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5917855207852654792</id><published>2008-12-27T17:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T17:25:06.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vuestro lado ...</title><content type='html'>Descansado a vuestro lado, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tras la navidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con un dulce sabor en los labios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calor de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;calor especial ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la mesa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la luz de tres velas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paz, amor, serenidad ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284504056890984946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVZUcPUZCfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dIethgQlFLE/s200/velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5917855207852654792?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5917855207852654792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5917855207852654792' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5917855207852654792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5917855207852654792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/vuestro-lado.html' title='A vuestro lado ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SVZUcPUZCfI/AAAAAAAAAR8/dIethgQlFLE/s72-c/velas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5415342653516167002</id><published>2008-12-20T00:00:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T01:00:13.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos iremos</title><content type='html'>Nos iremos,&lt;br /&gt;a la montaña,&lt;br /&gt;lejos de la ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;necesitamos respirar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el verde de la hierba&lt;br /&gt;bajo el azul del firmamento&lt;br /&gt;junto al calor de la hoguera&lt;br /&gt;de un viejo fuego ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez haya nevado&lt;br /&gt;tal vez nos encontremos con un suave blanco manto&lt;br /&gt;el blanco de la paz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lejos de la gran ciudad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281654728476743858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUw0_f0eWLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CFAwv9OSWLU/s400/CIMG5258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5415342653516167002?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5415342653516167002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5415342653516167002' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5415342653516167002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5415342653516167002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/nos-iremos.html' title='Nos iremos'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUw0_f0eWLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/CFAwv9OSWLU/s72-c/CIMG5258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1942722315599527957</id><published>2008-12-19T19:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:37:07.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada particular - Miguel Bose</title><content type='html'>Vuelo herido y no sé adonde ir&lt;br /&gt;con la rabia cansada de andar&lt;br /&gt;me han pedido que olvide todo en fin...nada particular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otra vida y volver a empezar&lt;br /&gt;no te pido una patria fugaz&lt;br /&gt;dignamente un abrazo enfin...nada particular....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canta y vuela libre como canta la paloma....&lt;br /&gt;Dame una isla en el medio del mar&lt;br /&gt;llamala libertad....canta fuerte hermano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime que el viento, no, no la hundirà....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mi historia no traiga dolor&lt;br /&gt;que mis manos trabajen la paz&lt;br /&gt;que si muero me mates de amor...nada particular...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame una isla en el medio del mar&lt;br /&gt;llamala libertad....canta fuerte hermano!&lt;br /&gt;Dime que el viento, no, no la hundirà....llamala libertad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1942722315599527957?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1942722315599527957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1942722315599527957' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1942722315599527957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1942722315599527957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/nada-particular.html' title='Nada particular - Miguel Bose'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-8801793029234339572</id><published>2008-12-18T06:01:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T07:18:15.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi ejemplo a seguir</title><content type='html'>Ella nos crió sola,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;enviudó a muy temprana edad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;estaba muy sola,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tampoco tenia a sus papas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunas veces,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a escondidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se iba a llorar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corría&lt;/span&gt; a sus brazos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quería&lt;/span&gt; consolarla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para que no sufriera mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creamos una unión muy fuerte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muy bonita, muy especial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En los años que siguieron,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ví&lt;/span&gt; llorar mas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;continuo caminando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca dejó de luchar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con una fuerza interior que no he visto nunca en nadie mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A cada pasó me entregó su vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su cariño, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su ternura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su conocimiento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su ayuda, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;su amistad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre desde la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;incondicionalidad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin pedirme nada a cambio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde la libertad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; se puso muy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;malita&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;los médicos nos dijeron que tenia tres meses de vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como mucho un año, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada mas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recé cada noche, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recé todos los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pedí&lt;/span&gt; a Dios que nos diera un tiempo mas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; fue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con la ayuda de Dios, de sus médicos y de su gran fuerza y voluntad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vivió unos años mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pude cuidarla con todas mis fuerzas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde mi libertad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y viví cada minuto con sus correspondientes segundos con total intensidad&lt;br /&gt;me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;decía&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parecía&lt;/span&gt; su mamá,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me llenó de orgullo poder hacerlo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me llenó de felicidad ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella nunca dejó de luchar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo mas bello que tuve en este mundo, mi mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;increíble&lt;/span&gt; porque aun sin estar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; que pasa la voy queriendo mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280993648947479330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUnbvmqbwyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uXkv3TNtT-Y/s400/tequieromama.jpg" border="0" /&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/6168074144410289153-8801793029234339572?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8801793029234339572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=8801793029234339572' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8801793029234339572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8801793029234339572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-ejemplo-seguir.html' title='Mi ejemplo a seguir'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUnbvmqbwyI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/uXkv3TNtT-Y/s72-c/tequieromama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7256260790633193703</id><published>2008-12-17T18:02:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:17:49.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un cachito de cielo</title><content type='html'>Quisiera darles las gracias a todos ustedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues sin la intención de encontrarles y sin conocerles de nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me acompañaron en mi pequeño espacio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La verdad que me alegraron en muchos momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;con sus comentarios, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con sus pensamientos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con sus buenos deseos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con sus escritos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con sus versos y hasta con dos premios.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt; quiero desearles felices fiestas en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;compañía&lt;/span&gt; de sus seres queridos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mucho amor, paz y felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De corazón, muchas gracias y mis mas sinceros y buenos deseos para estas fiestas y el proximo año nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si pudiera entregarles un detalle, un premio, si pudiera ... seria un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cachito&lt;/span&gt; de cielo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por hacer mi camino mas bello, mas &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;suave&lt;/span&gt;, mas llevadero ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280809955824833938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUk0rQdJFZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8SbbzqRGvtI/s400/CIMG3403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lulupat140.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lulú&lt;/span&gt;, Filosofando...pensamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nadasoloyo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pato's, Cada uno es arquitecto de su propio destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://queentais.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tais&lt;/span&gt;, El Reinado de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creandootrarealidad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;La niña de la ventana, ...otra realidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mispalabrasysentimientos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Juani&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lopes&lt;/span&gt;, Mis palabras y sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemati.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Diosaoasis&lt;/span&gt;, Poemas de ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/nombre"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Joriol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gusmarcarleixsosa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gusmar&lt;/span&gt; Sosa, La vida no es corta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://antoniorme.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Antoniorme&lt;/span&gt;, y mil palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://hadaondina.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ondina, Amor, paz, vida...de hada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lobo-atento.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lobo Atento, En la boca del lobo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://palabrasolvidadas-misteriosas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Francisco Javier, Palabras Olvidadas y Misteriosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://roggerdice.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Rogger&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Rogger&lt;/span&gt; y sus cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sanekangelulu.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Prosas versos .... Sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://poemasdeunadama.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lunatica, Poemas de una Dama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7256260790633193703?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7256260790633193703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7256260790633193703' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7256260790633193703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7256260790633193703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-cachito-de-cielo.html' title='Un cachito de cielo'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUk0rQdJFZI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8SbbzqRGvtI/s72-c/CIMG3403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1053821875231028393</id><published>2008-12-16T00:11:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:41:44.700+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un minuto</title><content type='html'>Tenias &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;div&gt;viejo amigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando me dijiste,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;siempre te hará falta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un minuto mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo un minuto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un minuto mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mirarle a los ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para escucharle conversar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para cogerle de la mano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para besarle una vez mas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo un minuto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un minuto mas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y aunque lo tuvieres siempre te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haría&lt;/span&gt; falta, un minuto mas ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280160072723590274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUblnFPj7II/AAAAAAAAAQk/X5uHzSy8F9g/s400/unminuto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1053821875231028393?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1053821875231028393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1053821875231028393' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1053821875231028393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1053821875231028393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/un-minuto.html' title='Un minuto'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUblnFPj7II/AAAAAAAAAQk/X5uHzSy8F9g/s72-c/unminuto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-2827688818916221613</id><published>2008-12-13T19:42:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:30:40.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo escribir</title><content type='html'>Amo escribir &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pues cuando lo hago,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;imagino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;miro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;recuerdo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;pienso ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;entonces me emociono y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;siento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sueño, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vuelo, vuelo, vuelo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;También cuando te leo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tal vez las palabras se las llevó el viento ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279351577013005778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUQGScBCLdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v5byrLN-Alw/s400/escribir.jpg" border="0" /&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/6168074144410289153-2827688818916221613?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2827688818916221613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=2827688818916221613' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/2827688818916221613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/2827688818916221613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/amo-escribir.html' title='Amo escribir'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUQGScBCLdI/AAAAAAAAAQc/v5byrLN-Alw/s72-c/escribir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-8396656342952746354</id><published>2008-12-13T17:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:49:44.149+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracias Diosaoasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUPqM7q7EMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kvldRByjcIM/s1600-h/premiooro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279320696105406658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUPqM7q7EMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kvldRByjcIM/s320/premiooro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias &lt;a href="http://poemati.blogspot.com/2008/12/muchas-gracias-francisco.html"&gt;Diosaoasis&lt;/a&gt; por tu gran generosidad,&lt;br /&gt;la generosidad de recibir y entregarme este premio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gracias por citar a cien gotas de amor por la ternura en sus letras. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gracias por tu generoso y cariñoso gesto que me abrazó en la distancia.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-8396656342952746354?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8396656342952746354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=8396656342952746354' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8396656342952746354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8396656342952746354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/gracias-diosaoasis-por-tu-gran.html' title='Gracias Diosaoasis'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SUPqM7q7EMI/AAAAAAAAAQM/kvldRByjcIM/s72-c/premiooro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5889612700136975913</id><published>2008-12-07T15:30:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:46:30.187+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; de amor, &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; que salieron de mi alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; que limpiaron mi ser, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de tristeza, de pena, de nostalgia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; que hoy ya no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues dejaron paso a un dulce y tierno recuerdo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dejaron paso a la esperanza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperanza de un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; volver a verte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt; donde todo es luz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde el tiempo no existe, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde el tiempo se detiene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277057290629789634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STvfpZNft8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/bFurtgloUbg/s400/flores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5889612700136975913?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5889612700136975913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5889612700136975913' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5889612700136975913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5889612700136975913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/lgrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STvfpZNft8I/AAAAAAAAAPs/bFurtgloUbg/s72-c/flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-1823749180724554985</id><published>2008-12-05T15:44:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T16:23:50.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Con una gran sonrisa ...</title><content type='html'>Mil gracias,&lt;br /&gt;pues me levantaste&lt;br /&gt;con una gran sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;esta mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mil gracias,&lt;br /&gt;pues llenaste mi corazón &lt;a href="http://lulupat140.blogspot.com/2008/12/premios-otorgados-por-la-dba-de.html"&gt;Lulu&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;de amor,&lt;br /&gt;de ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;de alegría,&lt;br /&gt;de emoción,&lt;br /&gt;de esperanza ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El verdadero premio,&lt;br /&gt;para mi,&lt;br /&gt;lo que me hiciste sentir :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre ahí, en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276319924148542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STlBBBAwngI/AAAAAAAAAPk/351qQm-rbbA/s400/Premio_Laura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-1823749180724554985?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1823749180724554985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=1823749180724554985' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1823749180724554985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/1823749180724554985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/con-una-gran-sonrisa.html' title='Con una gran sonrisa ...'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STlBBBAwngI/AAAAAAAAAPk/351qQm-rbbA/s72-c/Premio_Laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-2078877480135585223</id><published>2008-12-03T23:15:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T23:43:36.353+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulce rayo</title><content type='html'>Un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;por casualidad,&lt;br /&gt;entraste por mi ventana,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;regalándome&lt;/span&gt; versos,&lt;br /&gt;relatos,&lt;br /&gt;sentimientos,&lt;br /&gt;esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;bellas palabras ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nacía&lt;/span&gt; de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ahí&lt;/span&gt; a lo lejos,&lt;br /&gt;donde tu estas,&lt;br /&gt;en la distancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un dulce rayo de luz que atraviesa mi ventana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697269978238002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STcKtxeNDDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nG6cLUIp9qk/s400/un_rayo_de_sol_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-2078877480135585223?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2078877480135585223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=2078877480135585223' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/2078877480135585223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/2078877480135585223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/dulce-rayo.html' title='Dulce rayo'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STcKtxeNDDI/AAAAAAAAAPU/nG6cLUIp9qk/s72-c/un_rayo_de_sol_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-586260338672299270</id><published>2008-12-02T12:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T12:32:46.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chiquitita</title><content type='html'>Una cancion muy bella que me cantaba mi mamá si me veia llorar, quisiera compartirla con ustedes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3_kHAznq9k&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R3_kHAznq9k&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, dime por que &lt;br /&gt;tu dolor hoy te encadena &lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos hay &lt;br /&gt;una sombra de gran pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quisiera verte asi &lt;br /&gt;aunque quieras disimularlo &lt;br /&gt;si es que tan triste estas &lt;br /&gt;para que quieres callario &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, dimelo tu &lt;br /&gt;en mi hombro, aqui llorando &lt;br /&gt;cuenta conmigo ya &lt;br /&gt;para asi seguir andando &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan segura te conoci &lt;br /&gt;y ahora tu ala quebrada &lt;br /&gt;dejamela arreglar &lt;br /&gt;yo la quiero ver curada &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, sabes muy bien &lt;br /&gt;que las penas vienen y van y desaparecen &lt;br /&gt;otra vez vas a bailar y seras feliz, &lt;br /&gt;como flores que florecen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, no hay que llorar &lt;br /&gt;las estrellas brillan por ti alla en lo alto, &lt;br /&gt;quiero verte sonreir para compartir &lt;br /&gt;tu alegria, Chiquitita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez quiero compartir &lt;br /&gt;tu alegria Chiquitita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, dime por que &lt;br /&gt;tu dolor hoy te encadena &lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos hay &lt;br /&gt;una sombra de gran pena. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quisiera verte asi &lt;br /&gt;aunque quieras disimularlo &lt;br /&gt;si es que tan triste estas &lt;br /&gt;para que quieres callario &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, sabes muy bien &lt;br /&gt;que las penas vienen y van y desaparecen &lt;br /&gt;otra vez vas a bailar y seras feliz, &lt;br /&gt;como flores que florecen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, no hay que llorar &lt;br /&gt;las estrellas brillan por ti alla en lo alto, &lt;br /&gt;quiero verte sonreir para compartir &lt;br /&gt;tu alegria, Chiquitita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez quiero compartir &lt;br /&gt;tu alegria Chiquitita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez quiero compartir &lt;br /&gt;tu alegria Chiquitita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-586260338672299270?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/586260338672299270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=586260338672299270' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/586260338672299270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/586260338672299270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/chiquitita.html' title='Chiquitita'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5832949590068740757</id><published>2008-12-01T11:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:05:57.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin palabras</title><content type='html'>No necesito tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;sin ellas puedo leer el mensaje de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con tus gestos,&lt;br /&gt;con tus sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;con tus besos,&lt;br /&gt;con tus silencios,&lt;br /&gt;con tus lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;con tus movimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No necesito tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;me basta con tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274759998443085522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STO2RY6j3tI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXNQWHU8JuI/s400/nalaydama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5832949590068740757?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5832949590068740757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5832949590068740757' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5832949590068740757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5832949590068740757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/sin-palabras.html' title='Sin palabras'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STO2RY6j3tI/AAAAAAAAAO8/GXNQWHU8JuI/s72-c/nalaydama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6951104755657036692</id><published>2008-11-28T16:09:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T17:02:39.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando en tocar una estrella</title><content type='html'>Un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volveré a aquella montaña&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y subiré hasta su cima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como ya hice una vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miraré hacia el cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y alargaré mi brazo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cerraré los ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tocaré una estrella.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú ... mi estrella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273738143557585202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STAU5m0tiTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UNjJwg7Mtlc/s320/tocarestrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-6951104755657036692?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6951104755657036692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6951104755657036692' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6951104755657036692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6951104755657036692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/pensando-en-tocar-una-estrella.html' title='Pensando en tocar una estrella'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/STAU5m0tiTI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UNjJwg7Mtlc/s72-c/tocarestrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7017694303240687564</id><published>2008-11-25T11:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T12:14:31.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A mis estrellas</title><content type='html'>A mis estrellas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las que me visitan y me acompañan,&lt;br /&gt;las que me leen y me hablan,&lt;br /&gt;las que me cuentan cosas maravillosas,&lt;br /&gt;las que pasan fugaces sin decir nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no son muchas,&lt;br /&gt;pero no por eso menos bellas, especiales, autenticas ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias mis estrellas por compartir y pintar mi pequeño espacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulu, Filosofando ... pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Pato's, Cada uno es arquitecto de su propio destino&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Tais, El reinado de Tais&lt;br /&gt;La niña de la ventana ... Otra realidad ...&lt;br /&gt;Diosaoasis, Poemas de ilusion, Cuentitos dulces, El arte en nuestras manos&lt;br /&gt;Joriol, Mar y otras estrellas fugaces ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272548178628697250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SSvaoiBL3KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s2-oG98v7hQ/s400/estrellas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7017694303240687564?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7017694303240687564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7017694303240687564' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7017694303240687564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7017694303240687564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/mis-estrellas.html' title='A mis estrellas'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SSvaoiBL3KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/s2-oG98v7hQ/s72-c/estrellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-6114563589788349820</id><published>2008-11-19T03:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:30:32.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulce sueño</title><content type='html'>Ayer desperté sonriendo,&lt;br /&gt;sí, sonriendo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sentí mi corazón de nuevo lleno,&lt;br /&gt;de nuevo entero ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cojiste mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;tu mano sobre la mia,&lt;br /&gt;en mi sueño ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corrí a gritarselo al mundo,&lt;br /&gt;corrí a gritarselo a los cuatro vientos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sigo sonriendo porque no sé si tu,&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez fui yo,&lt;br /&gt;pero la distancia se acortó,&lt;br /&gt;en mi dulce sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270188716581905954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SSN4tw8i5iI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFKcaLzMeGg/s400/manos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-6114563589788349820?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6114563589788349820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=6114563589788349820' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6114563589788349820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/6114563589788349820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/dulce-sueo.html' title='Dulce sueño'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SSN4tw8i5iI/AAAAAAAAANg/jFKcaLzMeGg/s72-c/manos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7482447045410372224</id><published>2008-11-04T13:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:55:24.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Violeta</title><content type='html'>En nuestra cocina, &lt;div&gt;preparando juntos la cena ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bebe despacio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;muy lentamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como se saborea un dulce vino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;poco a poco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y en tus labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;junto al aroma que recuerda la flor de violeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264784300476426194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SRBFbWDzZ9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/L9MlrW1yGdw/s200/violeta.jpg" border="0" /&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/6168074144410289153-7482447045410372224?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7482447045410372224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7482447045410372224' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7482447045410372224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7482447045410372224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/violeta.html' title='Violeta'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SRBFbWDzZ9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/L9MlrW1yGdw/s72-c/violeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-3653527412670004257</id><published>2008-10-31T22:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T23:25:25.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Por un instante tener alas</title><content type='html'>Que triste seria no creer en nada,&lt;br /&gt;ni tan siquiera en un cuento de hadas,&lt;br /&gt;que triste seria no tener fe,&lt;br /&gt;perdería la esperanza de un día poder volverte a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero creer,&lt;br /&gt;creer para un día volverte a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un instante tener alas y&lt;br /&gt;volar, volar,&lt;br /&gt;volar mas alto que una montaña,&lt;br /&gt;volar mas alto que las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;volar mas alto que el cielo, que el sol,&lt;br /&gt;volar mas alto que las estrellas, mas allá de nuestro universo,&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el piquito que no tiene fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volar para poder buscarte y encontrarte, volar para poder volverte a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cierro los ojos y en mi corazón te veo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quiero creer y creeré para poder volverte a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu hija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263447319735769010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SQuFc0rVF7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zf6ETvZxHZw/s200/3D-Wallpaper-a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-3653527412670004257?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3653527412670004257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=3653527412670004257' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3653527412670004257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3653527412670004257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-un-instante-tener-alas.html' title='Por un instante tener alas'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SQuFc0rVF7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Zf6ETvZxHZw/s72-c/3D-Wallpaper-a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5446019576396076751</id><published>2008-10-29T02:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T03:08:06.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muere lentamente - Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente quien no viaja, quien no lee, quien no oye música, quien no encuentra gracia en sí mismo. Muere lentamente quien destruye su amor propio, quien no se deja ayudar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente quien se transforma en esclavo del hábito, repitiendo todos los días los mismos trayectos, quien no cambia de marca, no arriesga vestir un color nuevo y no le habla a quien no conoce.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente quien hace de la televisión su gurú.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente quien evita una pasión, quien prefiere el negro sobre blanco y los puntos sobre las "ies" a un remolino de emociones, justamente las que rescatan el brillo de los ojos, sonrisas de los bostezos, corazones a los tropiezos y sentimientos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente quien no voltea la mesa cuando está infeliz en el trabajo, quien no arriesga lo cierto por lo incierto para ir detrás de un sueño, quien no se permite por lo menos una vez en la vida, huir de los consejos sensatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente, quien pasa los días quejándose de su mala suerte o de la lluvia incesante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muere lentamente, quien abandonando un proyecto antes de iniciarlo, no preguntando de un asunto que desconoce o no respondiendo cuando le indagan sobre algo que sabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Evitemos la muerte en suaves cuotas, recordando siempre que estar vivo exige un esfuerzo mucho mayor que el simple hecho de respirar. Solamente la ardiente paciencia hará que conquistemos una espléndida felicidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262391076916355026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SQfEzZjI39I/AAAAAAAAAJw/m95eYJ4ufAU/s400/muere+lentamente2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5446019576396076751?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5446019576396076751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5446019576396076751' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5446019576396076751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5446019576396076751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/muere-lentamente-pablo-neruda.html' title='Muere lentamente - Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SQfEzZjI39I/AAAAAAAAAJw/m95eYJ4ufAU/s72-c/muere+lentamente2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7832836615803124840</id><published>2008-10-21T10:52:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T11:28:01.084+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para un alma herida</title><content type='html'>Quisiera ser solo palabras de consuelo para aliviar tu alma herida.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser calido viento y recorrer mil kilometros para acariciar tu pena.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera enviar luz a tus ojos para que se fuera tu tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera regalarte una isla en el medio del mar donde solo reináran el amor, la paz y la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera enviarte la fortaleza del mar, del viento, del fuego, de un huracan ...&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera enviarte cien gotas de amor y consuelo por tu felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259535324820039570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SP2fgv-EZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GwHe0Bzpsjw/s400/consuelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7832836615803124840?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7832836615803124840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7832836615803124840' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7832836615803124840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7832836615803124840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/para-un-alma-herida.html' title='Para un alma herida'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SP2fgv-EZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/GwHe0Bzpsjw/s72-c/consuelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-633376089808422682</id><published>2008-10-21T00:23:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:53:57.984+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella historia de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lloraba un alma enamorada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lágrimas, dolor, pena, llanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un corazón entona su triste canto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;una mano, cansada, tras su ventana cerrada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Allí desde su palacio, desde su ventana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;admira aquella lágrima blanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poesía hecha arte, arte que la pasión arranca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para ti, mi amada, mi esposa, mi alma hermana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259371604638417170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SP0Km-w_wRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Cz-BpBQoHto/s320/taj+mahal.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-633376089808422682?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/633376089808422682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=633376089808422682' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/633376089808422682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/633376089808422682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/bella-historia-de-amor.html' title='Bella historia de amor'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SP0Km-w_wRI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Cz-BpBQoHto/s72-c/taj+mahal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7452707523703225031</id><published>2008-10-21T00:04:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T00:22:55.692+02:00</updated><title type='text'>El clavo de la herradura</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cuenta el decir:&lt;br /&gt;Por un clavo se perdió una herradura;&lt;br /&gt;por una herradura un caballo;&lt;br /&gt;por un caballo un caballero;&lt;br /&gt;por un caballero una batalla&lt;br /&gt;y por una batalla se perdió un reino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7452707523703225031?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7452707523703225031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7452707523703225031' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7452707523703225031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7452707523703225031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-clavo-de-la-herradura.html' title='El clavo de la herradura'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-3101645106972726176</id><published>2008-10-18T13:54:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:39:08.075+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aullidos</title><content type='html'>Mientras volvía,&lt;br /&gt;todavía muy a lo lejos,&lt;br /&gt;me llego el sonido de un frío y agudo lamento,&lt;br /&gt;se clavo en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;no cesaba,&lt;br /&gt;me causó dolor escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era negro-fuego,&lt;br /&gt;tu fiel y enamorado compañero,&lt;br /&gt;que en tu ausencia,&lt;br /&gt;no cesará jamas de llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Y cada vez que vuelva la luna,&lt;br /&gt;te añorará,&lt;br /&gt;te recordará,&lt;br /&gt;te cantará ... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258462404477647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnPskOi-7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/N68O0PZEahY/s400/lobo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dice negro-fuego, que mereció la pena recorrer tan bello caminar junto a ella, aun pagando luego el precio de la tristeza por su ausencia. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;En muchos momentos la recordará, en otros la añorará y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;siempre&lt;/span&gt; en una parte de su corazón, la amará.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-3101645106972726176?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3101645106972726176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=3101645106972726176' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3101645106972726176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3101645106972726176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/aullidos.html' title='Aullidos'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnPskOi-7I/AAAAAAAAAIY/N68O0PZEahY/s72-c/lobo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-3435953715175824211</id><published>2008-10-17T16:57:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T17:58:20.487+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si yo pudiera regalarte</title><content type='html'>La serenidad del cielo, la brillante luz de la luna y una noche donde brillen por siempre las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un bello amanecer en un jardín lleno de flores, el calor del sol, la caricia del viento, el azul del firmamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la dulzura de la miel, la suavidad de los pétalos de una rosa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la fuerza de los mares, el sonido mas perfecto, el verde de un bosque, el infinito del universo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si yo pudiera regalarte, éstos, mis sueños ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258142010441185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPisTLbnueI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aaOAjVvAhOM/s400/rosa+y+petalos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-3435953715175824211?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3435953715175824211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=3435953715175824211' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3435953715175824211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/3435953715175824211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/si-yo-pudiera-regalarte.html' title='Si yo pudiera regalarte'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPisTLbnueI/AAAAAAAAAEY/aaOAjVvAhOM/s72-c/rosa+y+petalos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4086115449366739080</id><published>2008-10-17T11:52:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T16:51:12.767+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Te valoro</title><content type='html'>Tu valiosa presencia,&lt;br /&gt;el calor de sentirte a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;el tan preciado sonido de tu voz ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dulzura de tus innumerables besos y abrazos,&lt;br /&gt;tu bonita sonrisa, tus tiernas manos, tu calor ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Reírme&lt;/span&gt; contigo, llorar contigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;acurrucarme&lt;/span&gt; en tu pecho,&lt;br /&gt;perderme cada noche entre tus brazos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasar los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; al lado de mi inestimable amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258501485530369042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnzPYfmzBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-Sz5PMm-s0M/s200/te+amo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4086115449366739080?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4086115449366739080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=4086115449366739080' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4086115449366739080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/4086115449366739080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/tu-presencia.html' title='Te valoro'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnzPYfmzBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/-Sz5PMm-s0M/s72-c/te+amo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-5788687876538235422</id><published>2008-10-15T18:55:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:52:23.478+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dulce noche</title><content type='html'>Sentí como tus manos me acariciaban,&lt;br /&gt;lentamente, suavemente, tiernamente,&lt;br /&gt;trazando una línea-curva infinita que no terminaba ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentí como me abrazabas,&lt;br /&gt;Sentí como me besabas,&lt;br /&gt;sentí como poco a poco me desnudabas,&lt;br /&gt;calor, pasión, tu piel, mi piel ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me estremecieron cien gotas de amor en la dulce noche, tu ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258459469267050754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnNBttzoQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HlNS0YRdkgI/s200/caras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-5788687876538235422?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5788687876538235422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=5788687876538235422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5788687876538235422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/5788687876538235422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/dulce-noche.html' title='Dulce noche'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnNBttzoQI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/HlNS0YRdkgI/s72-c/caras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-4960099407430874295</id><published>2008-09-24T23:05:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:41:09.964+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Si tu no estas</title><content type='html'>Si tu no estas,&lt;br /&gt;un gran vacio va llenando mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;lagrimas en mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;dolor, temor,&lt;br /&gt;desesperanza,&lt;br /&gt;frio en mi almohada ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SNqzto0QdkI/AAAAAAAAADo/HBtUDHu9hrM/s1600-h/desesperanza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249705912285820482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SNqzto0QdkI/AAAAAAAAADo/HBtUDHu9hrM/s400/desesperanza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-4960099407430874295?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4960099407430874295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7872255286756952068</id><published>2008-09-03T13:03:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T13:33:27.283+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surge&lt;/span&gt; en mi pensamiento tu recuerdo cuyo origen es sentimiento y se transforma en palabras, nacen de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti no hay sentimiento, ni pensamiento, ni recuerdo, ni palabra, sin ti, la nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SL50phTLbNI/AAAAAAAAADI/U6ibXLnHFu8/s1600-h/amanecer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ti, mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241756277893551842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SL51kA8E1uI/AAAAAAAAADY/v28bZJWqU4I/s400/amanecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7872255286756952068?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7872255286756952068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7872255286756952068' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7872255286756952068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7872255286756952068'/><link rel='alternate' 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pie, frente a mi, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mirándome&lt;/span&gt; sin decir nada, una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tímida&lt;/span&gt; sonrisa... y tu mirada penetro en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quise escapar, quise huir, quise permanecer junto a ti ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Deseaba meterte en mi cama, junto a mi, en la noche silenciosa para que la llenaras con tu voz, con tus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cálidas&lt;/span&gt; palabras ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No dejes de abrazarme, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; tan fuerte, que es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;, entre tus brazos donde quiero perderme para siempre, y el tiempo se detiene ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258497946682432354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnwBZQgm2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AUlJmjyRQa0/s400/abrazo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-8936340081881458079?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8936340081881458079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=8936340081881458079' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8936340081881458079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/8936340081881458079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/09/tu-mirada.html' title='Tu primera mirada'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SPnwBZQgm2I/AAAAAAAAAIw/AUlJmjyRQa0/s72-c/abrazo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-7838717674207161307</id><published>2008-09-03T01:30:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T03:25:02.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema de un susurro a media noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Vuelas huracanado y recortas miles de kilometros de distancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luego,&lt;br /&gt;el suave recuerdo de tus versos irrumpe en mi noche,&lt;br /&gt;llena mi pensamiento, penetra en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;un escalofrio recorre mi cuerpo, sed de tus dulces palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me despertó tu recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;poema de un susurro a media noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241597994421504594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SL3lmtDkylI/AAAAAAAAACU/WOD0RNWRD5U/s320/bajo+la+luna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6168074144410289153-7838717674207161307?l=ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7838717674207161307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6168074144410289153&amp;postID=7838717674207161307' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7838717674207161307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6168074144410289153/posts/default/7838717674207161307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ciengotasdeamor.blogspot.com/2008/09/poema-de-un-susurro-media-noche.html' title='Poema de un susurro a media noche'/><author><name>Cien gotas de amor</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/Sfl2ijDKFhI/AAAAAAAAAUM/oDAVPEvbcOY/S220/rosa-rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SL3lmtDkylI/AAAAAAAAACU/WOD0RNWRD5U/s72-c/bajo+la+luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168074144410289153.post-45585807654799700</id><published>2008-07-10T12:41:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T03:17:09.455+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Que el cielo sea mar y nademos entre las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;que el mar sea cielo y volemos entre las olas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SHawS_FV1UI/AAAAAAAAABk/xLZlQfav6PI/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;allí&lt;/span&gt; donde todo es verde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;donde el silencio se rompe por el susurro de la brisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y hace que las flores blancas bailen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Contigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SHa4yhL1vOI/AAAAAAAAAB0/GAa0ey9Orro/s1600-h/flores_blancas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SHa6K0KhYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r4IsKWyU7ZA/s1600-h/jazmin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221565512946901746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QQzSa8uxXqs/SHa6K0KhYvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/r4IsKWyU7ZA/s200/jazmin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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