<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:01:22.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las  esdrújulas siempre se acentúan</title><subtitle type='html'>Aveces las cosas bienen a ser tan intrigantes e insólitas que pareces estar en el llano en llamas del siglo veintiuno.

Deberíamos ver todos juntos como crece un frijol en el envase vacío de un gerber; o como se desvanece el vapor del agua caliente en el baño.
Deberíamos ser menos religiosos y mojigatos.

Dí que tus papas están saladas y te darán una calientes.

Somos sílabas tónicas; adios a las reglas.
Acentúate si quieres.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605.post-6420979428417263108</id><published>2010-05-10T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T22:24:54.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Si (Sin acento de afirmación)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/S-jp837MriI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FHmEMLNxt4c/s1600/q_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/S-jp837MriI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FHmEMLNxt4c/s320/q_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469878979455135266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si mi  boca aprendiera adoptar la posición correcta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y sonriera cuando tiene que  sonreír, y se cerrara cuando se tiene que cerrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y mis manos no se enredaran  entre mi pasado y tus miedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si tan solo tus ojos no se  hicieran los ciegos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y miraran todo lo que ay aquí dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y mis  susurros no solo se quedaran en tu cuello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si solo una  vez pudiéramos mezclar la seducción con la ternura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y dejar que  nuestras manos se conduzcan hasta lo mas profundo de nuestras almas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y se llenen  nuestros corazones con ese algo, que sabemos es nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-ES"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si mi vida  dejara de girar con el mismo rumbo, el mismo sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y mis pies  tomaran nuevos caminos dejando atrás los fracasos buscando nuevos  sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y siendo tu uno de ellos, tal vez el mas grande, mi mas  grande anhelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si te atrevieras a tomarme entre tus brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y apagaras  con tus besos el deseo de tenerte calmando las ansias de mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y con un  abrazo fuerte apagaras todas estas dudas que se guardan en mi pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si mi boca  se atreviera a pedir todas las caricias que necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y pudiera  acorralarte no dejarte escapar, convencerte de todo lo que yo quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y tu  tomaras decisión y sin miedos me llevaras al cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si mis manos  pudieran apagar el silencio que nos envuelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="western" style="margin-bottom: 0.19in; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" lang="es-MX"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y con mis labios pudieran  recordarte lo hermoso de todo aquello a lo que temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5099093115938349605-6420979428417263108?l=alheftaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/6420979428417263108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5099093115938349605&amp;postID=6420979428417263108' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/6420979428417263108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/6420979428417263108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-sin-acento-de-afirmacion.html' title='Si (Sin acento de afirmación)'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/S-jp837MriI/AAAAAAAAAW0/FHmEMLNxt4c/s72-c/q_15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605.post-3063858006417538420</id><published>2009-02-06T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:03:13.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Universidad Central de Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0j5yH_X1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9VdCJt0xGMw/s1600-h/yo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0j5yH_X1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9VdCJt0xGMw/s400/yo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299931812099743570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;He cometido muchos errores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quisiera saber cuales son, quisiera regresar el tiempo y no haberlos cometido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sí se de Algunos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;De Muchísimos más no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eres tú mi más grande error?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eres mi más grande condena?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;O quizá seas mi penitencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Quisiera gritar tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero se que el viento aún así, lo llevará lejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eternamente, te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5099093115938349605-3063858006417538420?l=alheftaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3063858006417538420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5099093115938349605&amp;postID=3063858006417538420' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/3063858006417538420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/3063858006417538420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/2009/02/universidad-central-de-chile.html' title='Universidad Central de Chile'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0j5yH_X1I/AAAAAAAAAHk/9VdCJt0xGMw/s72-c/yo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605.post-7978929815000454858</id><published>2007-10-12T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:28:25.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBOkoF_J_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4wx6RJA6UxE/s1600-h/pies_bebe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBOkoF_J_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4wx6RJA6UxE/s320/pies_bebe.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120679167465039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 6px 25px 6px 30px; line-height: 110%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Pido            perdón a los niños por haber dedicado este libro a una persona mayor.            Tengo una seria excusa: esta persona mayor es el mejor amigo que tengo            en el mundo. Pero tengo otra excusa: esta persona mayor es capaz de            comprenderlo todo, incluso los libros para niños. &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 6px 25px 6px 30px; line-height: 110%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Tengo una            tercera excusa todavía: esta persona mayor vive en Francia, donde pasa            hambre y frío. Tiene, por consiguiente, una gran necesidad de ser consolada.            Si no fueran suficientes todas esas razones, quiero entonces dedicar            este libro al niño que fue hace tiempo esta persona mayor. Todas las            personas mayores antes han sido niños. (Pero pocas de ellas lo recuerdan). &lt;/span&gt;          &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p style="margin: 6px 25px 6px 30px; line-height: 110%; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="left"&gt;            &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Corrijo,            por consiguiente, mi dedicatoria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p style="line-height: 100%; margin-top: 15px; margin-bottom: 15px; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;center style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A LEÓN WERTH&lt;br /&gt;  cuando era niño&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5099093115938349605-7978929815000454858?l=alheftaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/7978929815000454858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5099093115938349605&amp;postID=7978929815000454858' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/7978929815000454858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/7978929815000454858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/dime.html' title='Dime'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBOkoF_J_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/4wx6RJA6UxE/s72-c/pies_bebe.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605.post-3127997633204763189</id><published>2007-10-12T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:28:25.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me perforé los lóbulos de las orejas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBPtIF_KAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3FfC5FMuzJM/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBPtIF_KAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3FfC5FMuzJM/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120680413005555714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Fuí a Sambors  a perforarme los lóbulos de las orejas  y fuí con una persona muy especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Esta persona es una persona muy hermosa, es maravillosa e hiso mi día sensacional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;La conocí aproximadamente hace un año y medio. Y cambió mi vida al estar perpetuamente a mi lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Me hace sonreir de amor, me hace amarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;No entiendo como no la conocí antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Esta persona es especial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ella tiene alas y vuela muy alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Pero bajo, para volar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Su nombre es Danna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Y es mi amiga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5099093115938349605-3127997633204763189?l=alheftaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/3127997633204763189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5099093115938349605&amp;postID=3127997633204763189' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/3127997633204763189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/3127997633204763189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-perfor-los-lbulos-de-las-orejas.html' title='Me perforé los lóbulos de las orejas'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBPtIF_KAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/3FfC5FMuzJM/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5099093115938349605.post-9098705897129511964</id><published>2007-10-12T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:28:25.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinacoteca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBRNIF_KBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hAFtrmNIddU/s1600-h/ABRIL+07+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBRNIF_KBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hAFtrmNIddU/s320/ABRIL+07+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120682062272997394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Erick Guajardo López.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Él es quien hubiera tomado yo como el angúlo de un edificio para su construcción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yo me hubiera inspirado en él para componer una canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Habría sido el tema central para mi expocisión de Pintura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sería mi modelo en una galería fotográfica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Le pediría un "La" para mi afinación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Mis letras para un ensayo de la globalización.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Es la otra parte de mi constitución.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;Es el latido de mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5099093115938349605-9098705897129511964?l=alheftaur.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/feeds/9098705897129511964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5099093115938349605&amp;postID=9098705897129511964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/9098705897129511964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5099093115938349605/posts/default/9098705897129511964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alheftaur.blogspot.com/2007/10/pinacoteca.html' title='Pinacoteca'/><author><name>Bárbara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03916031967321871206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/SY0icF3wcmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/j2g6aoTwTYE/S220/yo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iirOeWwD-ec/RxBRNIF_KBI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hAFtrmNIddU/s72-c/ABRIL+07+131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
