<?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-33757141</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:02.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Heaven</title><subtitle type='html'>Amores y recuerdos olvidados</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6186700450817363094</id><published>2010-03-04T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:50:19.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amor entiéndeme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/S4_yqTsZA2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/DVcBPwUFq1o/s1600-h/bg_2376361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/S4_yqTsZA2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/DVcBPwUFq1o/s320/bg_2376361.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;De pronto se nos va el amor, se va como una flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;las hojas que el viento nos regaló también se van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;mi canto en el silencio volverá a entristecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pensando que tu corazón tal vez no me amará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Amor amor amor amor amor, amor&amp;nbsp;entiéndeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que el mundo muchas vueltas da y quizás comprenderás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que en vano tratas de esconder, mujer, tu realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pensando que tu corazón tal vez no me amará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No creas que los años pasan pues inutilmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si aún quedan los recuerdos de nuestro inmenso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Amor amor amor amor amor, amor entiéndeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si acaso es muy tarde será tu decisión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Amor amor amor amor amor, amor escúchame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si acaso es muy tarde lo dirá tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6186700450817363094?l=toomv.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/S4_yqTsZA2I/AAAAAAAAAMI/DVcBPwUFq1o/s72-c/bg_2376361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7993988335841658095</id><published>2009-11-25T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:49:03.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Qué voy a hacer ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;(... ahora que ni en mis sueños podrás habitar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sw4WcHIdEBI/AAAAAAAAALg/vSgxhaPziHg/s1600/2504490609_small_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sw4WcHIdEBI/AAAAAAAAALg/vSgxhaPziHg/s320/2504490609_small_1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hoy quisiera hablar de tí y decirlo todo en palabras, pero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;me han de faltar palabras para contar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que fuiste lo mejor que llegó hasta mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y fuiste tú quien me enseñó a ser un buen amante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cómo explicar esas cosas que llenaron mi vida en tan poco tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;horas, días, noches de estar tan ligado a tu piel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pensando que la felicidad se había hecho sólo&amp;nbsp;para nosotros dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mas hoy todo ha terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;sólo quedan los recuerdos habitando en mi corazón tan lleno de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;me entregaste tus besos, tu vida, todo lo que eras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y ahora que te has ido tengo el alma vacía... y habida de tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Qué voy a hacer ahora para vivir sin tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;qué voy a hacer ahora para vivir sin tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cómo pudo llegar a su fin este viaje tan bello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;después de vencer nuestro orgullo, a la gente, a los tuyos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;creo que con el tiempo se fue perdiendo un poco de los dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y no hicimos nada por evitarlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hoy que estamos alejados me pregunto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;¿te acordarás de mi? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quisiera saberlo porque yo&amp;nbsp;todo lo relaciono contigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y a veces tengo miedo, tengo miedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque mi mente se niega a dibujarme tu imagen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Qué voy a hacer ahora para vivir sin ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Qué voy a hacer ahora para seguir sin ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Podremos no evitarnos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pues te diré la verdad &lt;br /&gt;para mi será difícil sacarte de mi mente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque me diste mucho de ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y porque en cada rincón de mi alma tienes tu lugar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No sé cuanto tiempo durará esta agonía, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;tan sólo quisiera evadirme de ella un momento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pero es imposible, es imposible porque quererte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quererte ha sido como querer a mi propia vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7993988335841658095?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7993988335841658095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7993988335841658095' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7993988335841658095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7993988335841658095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-voy-hacer-ahora.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sw4WcHIdEBI/AAAAAAAAALg/vSgxhaPziHg/s72-c/2504490609_small_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2036359277213966739</id><published>2009-11-21T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:05:36.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Tu cabeza en mi hombro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Swgr3-ZZmeI/AAAAAAAAALY/-SXnMtUPNGA/s1600/abrazo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Swgr3-ZZmeI/AAAAAAAAALY/-SXnMtUPNGA/s320/abrazo.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tu cabeza en mi hombro quiero yo tener siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Acaríciame, cielo, si me quieres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quiero tener tus labios, demuestra que me quieres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;un beso tuyo nena de dudas me sacará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quiero ver si es verdad que amor nunca existió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero saber si no es verdad que a tí yo te interesé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tu cabeza en mi hombro, me dirá ahora, nena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;lo que siempre he dudado, que me quieres de verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2036359277213966739?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2036359277213966739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2036359277213966739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2036359277213966739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2036359277213966739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/tu-cabeza-en-mi-hombro-tu-cabeza-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Swgr3-ZZmeI/AAAAAAAAALY/-SXnMtUPNGA/s72-c/abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1608711263316814861</id><published>2009-11-13T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:09:06.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lazos de amistad&lt;/span&gt;&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/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2gq6ojLuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YyRZS2Y8tIc/s1600-h/alegria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2gq6ojLuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YyRZS2Y8tIc/s320/alegria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo quisiera despertar, lo espero cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y ver que la ira se vuelve sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Un mañana llegará, para todos habrá dicha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Una nueva vida con paz y amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nos unirán los lazos de amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;sin importar el color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y cantarán ricos y pobres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;en hermandad, igual canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nos unirán los lazos de amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y reinará el amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y sentirás dentro del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la sensación de ser mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo quisiera despertar sin las manos tan vacías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sentir mi vida es mucho mas limpia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Un mañana llegará y tendremos alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y todo lo haremos de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-1608711263316814861?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1608711263316814861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1608711263316814861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1608711263316814861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1608711263316814861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazos-de-amistad-yo-quisiera-despertar.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2gq6ojLuI/AAAAAAAAALQ/YyRZS2Y8tIc/s72-c/alegria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3205736528915249183</id><published>2009-11-13T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T10:03:23.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Raquel&lt;/span&gt;&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/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2fSGCmoDI/AAAAAAAAALI/cCSWB8zLyg4/s1600-h/fondo-mujer-triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2fSGCmoDI/AAAAAAAAALI/cCSWB8zLyg4/s320/fondo-mujer-triste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, hoy te canto a ti chiquilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que sólo piensas en ser mujer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, ojos un poco pintado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;cabellos dorados, fragante piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, raquel, cuerpecito de mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pero corazón de niña, manos de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, tu no tengas tanta prisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;por vivir la vida con libertad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, queda tiempo por vivirla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y un camino por andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, Raquel, cuerpecito de mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pero corazón de niña, manos de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Toda la gente mira dónde pueden ya olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;eres tan bonita como rosa en el rosal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Raquel, cuerpecito de mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;pero corazón de niña, manos de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3205736528915249183?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3205736528915249183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3205736528915249183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3205736528915249183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3205736528915249183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/raquel-raquel-hoy-te-canto-ti-chiquilla.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sv2fSGCmoDI/AAAAAAAAALI/cCSWB8zLyg4/s72-c/fondo-mujer-triste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3066682970891420646</id><published>2009-11-11T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:54:02.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;La Separación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No es una canción, ni un poema, se concibe como reflexión:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Escribir sobre la separacion es, indudablemente, simple; pero si miramos la otra cara de la moneda, es decir, sobrevivirla (puesto que sería insulso decir "vivirla"), nos encontramos con una serie de desencantos, ilusiones, desiluciones y sobre todo rencores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Entiendo la separación como parte fundamental de la existencia humana,pero evitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Al momento de "crear" la relación podemos diferenciar características apremiantes: La simpatía, la empatía, la atracción, incluso hasta la seducción (siempre y cuando no sea lujuriosa) y otras más que conjugan y se mezclan y dan resultados esplendorosos que llamamos "lazos". Estos lazos nos unen día a día y permiten que sienta cariño, preocupación, amor, amistad,&amp;nbsp;sinceridad, modestia, honestidad,&amp;nbsp;inclemencia de la vida y disfrutar de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Tales vínculos parecerían perfectos y de nunca acabar, lo cierto es que el ser humano no sería humano si no&amp;nbsp;errara, si de vez en cuando no perdiera su &lt;em&gt;(correcta)&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;condición humana (Sobre este punto se discute mucho, la condición humana&amp;nbsp;también incluye el errar del ser humano, es por eso que le antepone la mejor palabra para explicar esta dualidad), son mil motivos, se pueden sobrellevar y superar con el tiempo, lo cierto es que nunca desaparecen por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y es que, la sociedad tan llena de odios&amp;nbsp;y rencores, busca e inventa nuevas maneras de destruir el alma humana. Los valores y la moral acorde a todo lo bueno que nos enseña la propia conciencia común y las enseñanzas de nuestro Padre Jehová desde las escrituras y desde todos lados, deben prevalecer sobre este mundo en decadencia moral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Condenamos la promiscuidad, la lujuria, la gula, el orgullo, la ira, la envidia, la soberbia, la avaricia, la pereza, la bigamia y poligamia, el engaño, la decepción, la defraudación, la desestabilidad moral, la inmoralidad, el desprecio, el demonio y sus facetas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Amigos, todos los nombres arriba mencionados, coadyuvan a que la separación se efectúe. Está en nosotros el cambiar primero personalmente para luego poder cambiar al prójimo. El camino es uno solo y se llama &lt;strong&gt;amor puro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3066682970891420646?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3066682970891420646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3066682970891420646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3066682970891420646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3066682970891420646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-separacion-no-es-una-cancion-ni-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3243364646129137253</id><published>2009-11-11T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:25:10.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amor mio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvucB3I8OfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ortjIj-OqTI/s1600-h/abaso%5B1%5D.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvucB3I8OfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ortjIj-OqTI/s320/abaso%5B1%5D.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cuidate, amor mio, cuidate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;el tiempo que yo no estaré contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;duerme bien, amor mio, duerme bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y no olvides que podrás soñar conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Abrázame, amor mio, abrázame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;llegó la triste hora del viaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;háblame, amor mio, hablame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que quiero que tu voz sea mi equipaje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Bésame, amor mio, bésame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la lluvia del adiós moja tu cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y tierra sonrisa en tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;amor mio, amor mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Cuidate, no te olvides, cuidate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que el día que yo vuelva estés hermosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;escríbeme, cada día, escríbeme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y cuéntame tus sueños y tus cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Háblame, no me llores y háblame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y piensa que los días pronto pasarán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y yo no sé qué decirte, yo no sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;MI VOZ TAMBIÉN SE AHOGA EN MI GARGANTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3243364646129137253?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3243364646129137253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3243364646129137253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3243364646129137253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3243364646129137253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/amor-mio-cuidate-amor-mio-cuidate-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvucB3I8OfI/AAAAAAAAALA/ortjIj-OqTI/s72-c/abaso%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6795918942308379711</id><published>2009-11-11T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:14:46.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;El&amp;nbsp;ritmo del silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvuZb3BC0dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NPepR5AtXTo/s1600-h/75050748_0284925d31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvuZb3BC0dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NPepR5AtXTo/s320/75050748_0284925d31.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo quisiera conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;con la eterna oscuridad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y decirle que ha quedado en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la nostalgia de lo que sentí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;fue un día que sentí la inmensidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;de vivir el ritmo del silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y en mi sueño despertó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;el sonido de un adiós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;una sombra se perdió en la luz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;junto al cielo se formó una cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y un camino sin final en el azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;se perdió, en medio del silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Vieja amiga oscuridad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;hoy contigo quiero hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;ya no importa la visión que vi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;ni la huella que ha dejado en mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y esa extraña sensación que yo sentí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;al oír el ritmo del silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6795918942308379711?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6795918942308379711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6795918942308379711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6795918942308379711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6795918942308379711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-del-silencio-yo-quisiera-conversar.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SvuZb3BC0dI/AAAAAAAAAK4/NPepR5AtXTo/s72-c/75050748_0284925d31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3939709274865657627</id><published>2009-10-04T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:51:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Dedicado a las noches en las que me encontré viajando en un DC-3 de Air Nostalgia, en 1939)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;El que más te ha querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslCaR4XxqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BeTKOFX3yho/s1600-h/DC-3_Air_Nostalgia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslCaR4XxqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BeTKOFX3yho/s320/DC-3_Air_Nostalgia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Recordando me puse a soñar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;con lo que hemos vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;sin quererlo me puse a llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;al saber que te has ido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Es inútil que quieras buscar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;otro amor como el mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque soy y seré sin igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;el que más te ha querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Es en vano que quiera olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;por más que lo he fingido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si de nuevo te vengo a implorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que regreses conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;De rodillas le pido al Señor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que me quite el castigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y que te deje saber que yo soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;el que más te ha querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Si el destino nos vuelve a juntar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;te prometo bien mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que mi vida te voy a entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;como tanto lo ansío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Y te voy a adorar esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;como nunca has sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3939709274865657627?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3939709274865657627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3939709274865657627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3939709274865657627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3939709274865657627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/10/dedicado-las-noches-en-las-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslCaR4XxqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BeTKOFX3yho/s72-c/DC-3_Air_Nostalgia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-9021829619778525679</id><published>2009-10-04T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:43:09.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;He renunciado a tí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslAnemK0pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ipv2nDv6Abg/s1600-h/Dc7BankingLow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslAnemK0pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ipv2nDv6Abg/s320/Dc7BankingLow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;He renunciado a tí, definitivamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;he renunciado a tí y esta vez para siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;te habrás fijado que no te busco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que pasa el tiempo y no voy por tu casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que no me ves por los sitios que pasas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;he renunciado a tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Porque es pura fantasía nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;ilusiones que se borran con el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque es tanta la distancia entre los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que es dificil que podamos comprendernos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-9021829619778525679?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/9021829619778525679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=9021829619778525679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9021829619778525679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9021829619778525679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-renunciado-ti-he-renunciado-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SslAnemK0pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Ipv2nDv6Abg/s72-c/Dc7BankingLow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2352906479810005766</id><published>2009-09-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:45:58.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;El río&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQXqMUAciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-pGCSoHYdto/s1600-h/pareja_mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQXqMUAciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-pGCSoHYdto/s320/pareja_mar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo recuerdo aquel día que nos fuimos a bañar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;aquel agua tan fría y tu forma de nadar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;en el río aquel tú y yo y el amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que nació de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo secaba tus manos, tu mirabas una flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;nuestros cuerpos mojados bajo los rayos del sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;en el río aquel tú y yo y el amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;que nació de los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Allí nada ha cambiado, nuestro río sigue igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;con sus aguas tan claras que se pierden en el mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Nuestro amor en el río, ¡tu también me querías!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2352906479810005766?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2352906479810005766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2352906479810005766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2352906479810005766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2352906479810005766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-rio-yo-recuerdo-aquel-dia-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQXqMUAciI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-pGCSoHYdto/s72-c/pareja_mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-8972287806332138896</id><published>2009-09-30T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:31:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Buscaré otro querer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQUTf1PreI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-8m_8HOrHM0/s1600-h/amar-y-ser-amado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQUTf1PreI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-8m_8HOrHM0/s320/amar-y-ser-amado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quiero olvidar la amargura que hallé en tus besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero olvidar la aventura de aquellos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero de nuevo volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y mi camino encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero confiar en la vida y volver a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Buscaré otro querer, le daré todos mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;buscaré y lo&amp;nbsp;hallaré por nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;buscaré otro querer, le daré todos mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;buscaré y lo hallaré por nuestro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Quiero olvidar la amargura que hallé en tus besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero olvidar la aventura de aquellos momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero de nuevo volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;y mi camino encontrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;quiero confiar en la vida y volver a empezar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-8972287806332138896?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/8972287806332138896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=8972287806332138896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8972287806332138896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8972287806332138896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/buscare-otro-querer-quiero-olvidar-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQUTf1PreI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-8m_8HOrHM0/s72-c/amar-y-ser-amado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7150129639422800140</id><published>2009-09-30T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:22:10.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;¡Cargue coraje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Hay quienes se empeñan en luchar y luchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;otros siempre se achican porque temen pelear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Vamos, vamos amigo, ya que supo esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;cargue, cargue coraje y no tema arriesgar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sea ganador, cargue coraje! mucho coraje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;convénzase, está en usted ser vencedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Sea ganador, cargue coraje! mucho coraje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;convénzase, está en usted ser vencedor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Vamos, vamos amigo no se deje vencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;vamos, siga adelante que es muy lindo creer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;piense, piense que hay muchos que dependen de usted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;vamos, ponga su hombro y no pierda la fe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7150129639422800140?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7150129639422800140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7150129639422800140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7150129639422800140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7150129639422800140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/cargue-coraje-hay-quienes-se-empenan-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6120663560327217046</id><published>2009-09-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T13:12:18.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yo qué se del amor&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sr507EJw3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-SFAOAf3tgU/s1600-h/invisible.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sr507EJw3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-SFAOAf3tgU/s320/invisible.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo, yo qué se del amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;si perdí el corazón cuando te conocí aquella vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No le echo la culpa al destino ni a tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque el enamorado tendrá que sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la amargura de verla partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Yo no te puedo olvidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la razón no la sé pero sigo llorando por tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No le echo la culpa al destino ni a tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;porque el enamorado tendrá que sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;la amargura de verla partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6120663560327217046?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6120663560327217046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6120663560327217046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6120663560327217046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6120663560327217046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/yo-que-se-del-amor-yo-yo-que-se-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Sr507EJw3ZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/-SFAOAf3tgU/s72-c/invisible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1400617035216916166</id><published>2009-09-25T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T06:34:15.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;La noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385397652131943474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SrzGoa2MFDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-JmJoVtzzuM/s320/noche%2520romantica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El día que se fue la noche me envolvió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y desde aquella vez de noche vivo yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, oh, oh noche, oye mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero estar solo como ella me dejó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando te miro noche puedo ver en tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su pelo, su mirar, su voz creo escuchar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, oh oh noche, oye mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero estar solo como ella me dejó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No quiero verla jamás, no quiero en ella pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero la noche la trae hasta mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando te miro noche puedo ver en tí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;su pelo, su mirar, su voz creo escuchar...&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/33757141-1400617035216916166?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1400617035216916166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1400617035216916166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1400617035216916166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1400617035216916166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-noche-el-dia-que-se-fue-la-noche-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SrzGoa2MFDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-JmJoVtzzuM/s72-c/noche%2520romantica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-8704937977724890175</id><published>2009-09-24T06:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T06:49:22.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Es el amor de verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385029753492327458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Srt4B5nRzCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a4pkZOGWYjw/s320/bh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoy cuando te ví yo pude comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que es falso cuanto aprendí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no hay canción ni libro que pueda decir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de veras lo que es amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No es una pequeña flor, ni un suspiro ni un rumor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es la sangre en su furor, tu piel, tus besos, tu sabor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es el amor de verdad, es el amor como debe ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es el amor de verdad, que sin mentiras ni vanidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin tuyo, mío, para los dos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el que nos hace poder construir algo mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es el amor de verdad, en mis deseos te dedico a tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es el amor de verdad, el que en tu vientre florecerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y será fruto de nuestra unión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y hasta la muerte nos unirá PORQUE ES AMOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hoy que te encontré no te quiero perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ya te llamo mi mujer, quiero que vean todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que te amo yo como nadie nunca amó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi pasión, mi padecer, mi refugio, mi querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esto tienes que creer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo vivo y muero por tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-8704937977724890175?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/8704937977724890175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=8704937977724890175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8704937977724890175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8704937977724890175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/09/es-el-amor-de-verdad-hoy-cuando-te-vi.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Srt4B5nRzCI/AAAAAAAAAJI/a4pkZOGWYjw/s72-c/bh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4858733316418252265</id><published>2009-08-21T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:42:47.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cuando tú no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372440840640488674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/So6-eustZOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N2jMtDcEbFg/s320/10579-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No sé si el mundo es el de siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero yo lo veo diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando tú no estás, cuando tú no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No sé si brillan las estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero yo me encuentro entre tinieblas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando tú no estás, cuando tú no estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando tú no estás no tengo nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no me queda más que mi dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por eso envidio al mar que tiene agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y al amanecer que tiene el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nada soy sin Laura, solo estoy sin su amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nada soy sin Laura, sin Laura, sin Laura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No sé si es todo como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero a mí me falta como al aire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando tú no estás, cuando tú no estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No sé si brilla igual la luna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero yo la noche veo obscura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando tú no estás, cuando tú no estás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo te busco a tí bajo las hojas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que cayendo están cerca de mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;al otoño gris lleno de sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;le preguntaré qué fue de tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&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/33757141-4858733316418252265?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4858733316418252265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4858733316418252265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4858733316418252265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4858733316418252265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2009/08/cuando-tu-no-estas-no-se-si-el-mundo-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/So6-eustZOI/AAAAAAAAAJA/N2jMtDcEbFg/s72-c/10579-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1603131858271915251</id><published>2008-09-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:29:02.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Aquella nube que pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella nube que pasa por el cielo soy yo&lt;br /&gt;aquel barco que va mar afuera soy yo&lt;br /&gt;aquella hoja que vaga por las calles soy yo&lt;br /&gt;buscándote a tí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que deseo ser es el sol que te quema&lt;br /&gt;es la ropa que cubre tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;es el viento que te posee...&lt;br /&gt;es el agua con que te bañas tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo así yo podría acercarme a tí&lt;br /&gt;sin temer confesar lo que debo esconder&lt;br /&gt;que sufre y llora el derecho, de hacer todo esto&lt;br /&gt;y tú sin saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquella nube que pasa por el cielo soy yo&lt;br /&gt;aquel barco que va mar afuera soy yo&lt;br /&gt;aquella hoja que vaga por las calles soy yo&lt;br /&gt;buscándote a tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-1603131858271915251?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1603131858271915251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1603131858271915251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1603131858271915251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1603131858271915251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/09/aquella-nube-que-pasa-aquella-nube-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5912196553981256869</id><published>2008-09-10T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T08:19:44.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Quiero más de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244412206290160290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SMflHZOlyqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R9OBTfOfF3I/s320/avataneo_mujer_dormida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero ver tus cabellos, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;posados en mi hombro, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero que me acaricies... quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me queme tu aliento, quiero, quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero mucho más de tí....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;más de tí, más de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero tus blancas manos, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;posadas en mi pecho, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tu perfume en mi lecho... quiero&lt;br /&gt;que tu alma me devore, quiero, quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero mucho más de tí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;más de tí, más de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero besarte toda, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que lastimes mi boca, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tu vientre palpitante... quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;con el fruto que espero, quiero, quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero mucho más de tí....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;más de tí, más de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De todo lo que quiero, vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es mi mayor anhelo, cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tener entre mis brazos... quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tu figura y tu genio, quiero, quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-5912196553981256869?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5912196553981256869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5912196553981256869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5912196553981256869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5912196553981256869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiero-ms-de-t-quiero-ver-tus-cabellos.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SMflHZOlyqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/R9OBTfOfF3I/s72-c/avataneo_mujer_dormida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3476709311475143971</id><published>2008-01-24T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:24:34.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Clásico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Clásico es amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;locamente enamorarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero entregarte más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que todos los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo era un extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perdía mis años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y llegaste un amanecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me hiciste renacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eres dulce y diferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eres mía y ardiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eres sol en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ilusión en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;todo es sorprendente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y clásico también.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Camino al revés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y duermo sin paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te quiero una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y mil veces mas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me muero de sed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pudiéndome ahogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;voy a enloquecer de tanto desear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pero no es solo amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es todo lo que soñé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vivo por tí, viviré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3476709311475143971?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3476709311475143971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3476709311475143971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3476709311475143971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3476709311475143971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/01/clsico-clsico-es-amarte-locamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-8896626777757069761</id><published>2008-01-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:16:43.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cómo te va mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159123815810146034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R5jjxrmfHvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/469_uSIEiEs/s200/teamo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qué sorpresas da la vida&lt;br /&gt;encontrarte en plena calle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fue una chispa en mi equilibrio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dinamita que estalló.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te encontré un poco mas flaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fue mirarte y derrumbarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te creí asunto olvidado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;otra vez me equivoqué.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Cómo te va mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cómo te va...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En el silencio la pregunta entre tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eres feliz mi bien sin engañar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque a mi puerta el amor nunca volvió.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fue un encuentro tan pequeño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que no pude sincerarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y decirte: "te he extrañado como nunca imaginé"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde entonces como espuma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;creció el miedo a quedar sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque no he encontrado a alguien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me llene igual que tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cómo te va mi amor...&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/33757141-8896626777757069761?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/8896626777757069761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=8896626777757069761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8896626777757069761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8896626777757069761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/01/cmo-te-va-mi-amor-qu-sorpresas-da-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R5jjxrmfHvI/AAAAAAAAAGg/469_uSIEiEs/s72-c/teamo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-8483797012612969797</id><published>2008-01-02T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:32:08.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Calles del viejo París&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151118470077846450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xy9Ozxk7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/1YCbcXLc-7k/s200/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recorriendo voy las calles del viejo París&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;recordando que estuviste junto a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;esos días tan felices que no volverán&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hoy se agolpan en mi mente y después se van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una vida llena de ilusión que ya se fue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;unos besos que vivieron el ayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la nostalgia de un tranquilo y triste atardecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;unas horas que nunca creí perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero que vuelvas a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;donde quiera que tú estés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero que vuelvas a mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para poder ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No quiero estar más tiempo solo sin tu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-8483797012612969797?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/8483797012612969797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=8483797012612969797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8483797012612969797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8483797012612969797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/01/calles-del-viejo-pars-recorriendo-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xy9Ozxk7I/AAAAAAAAAGY/1YCbcXLc-7k/s72-c/Eiffel_Tower_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3882108673826291889</id><published>2008-01-02T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:25:07.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;La tarde que te amé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151116258169688994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xw8ezxk6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0_OTrM62iI8/s200/01858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Era la tarde cuando el sol caía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la tarde cuando fuiste mía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la tarde que te dí mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Volé por el cielo al sentir tu "te quiero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y soñé qué distintas serán mis mañanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque ayer te amé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Gritaré por el mundo "oigan todos, aqui estamos tu y yo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dame un beso, no hablemos, pensemos que dulce que sos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¡Te quiero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-3882108673826291889?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3882108673826291889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3882108673826291889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3882108673826291889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3882108673826291889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-tarde-que-te-am-era-la-tarde-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xw8ezxk6I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0_OTrM62iI8/s72-c/01858.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6599734435589315790</id><published>2008-01-02T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:19:27.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Los Enamorados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151115124298322834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xv6ezxk5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KGbyrfv8fCc/s200/enamorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cualquier día, a cualquier hora, en cualquier lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nos vemos tú y yo para hablar de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;recordando un pasado de felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Los instantes que juntos pasamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y amor nos juramos, revivir los momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de sueño, de pasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de palabras locas que dijo el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ay amor, si yo pudiera abrazarte ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;poder parar el tiempo en esa hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para que nunca tengas que partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ay AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6599734435589315790?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6599734435589315790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6599734435589315790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6599734435589315790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6599734435589315790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2008/01/los-enamorados-cualquier-da-cualquier.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/R3xv6ezxk5I/AAAAAAAAAGI/KGbyrfv8fCc/s72-c/enamorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5932962469589286683</id><published>2007-10-13T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T20:12:28.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;"¿Qué sucede si usted tiene un amor esquizofrénico?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Acaso las voces suelen cesar para dar paso a los cariños de la pareja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero tener una pareja esquizofrénica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para así sentirme útil en su vida y significar algo más que un amor pasajero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta necesidad inconfundible de amor y cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tiene su origen en lo más profundo de la  ilusión humana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de los recuerdos inexistentes inventados, de el querer tener un amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A mi novia esquizofrénica la cuidaría como a nadie más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estaría ahí para ella y ella sabría reconocer mi cariño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No tendría miedo a sus ocasionales episodios de paranoia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;intentaría sumergirme en su mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en su mundo paralelo, en nuestro mundo de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-5932962469589286683?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5932962469589286683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5932962469589286683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5932962469589286683'/><link rel='self' 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Coraz&amp;#xF3;n, no es asi , te apasionas y en mi pecho hay sufrimiento &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#xBF;Por qu&amp;#xE9; tenias que entregarte asi ?, si en realidad solo queria una aventura &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#xBF;Por qu&amp;#xE9; mejor no paras de so&amp;#xF1;ar , era un deseo y nada mas y ahora que es lo que hago , para olvidar tanta dulzura que esta llevando a la locura , no es justo entrar asi en mi vida no es correcto no dejar salida ,no lo es &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ahora aguanta corazon, ya que inventaste esta pasion &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yo te conte tenia miedo ,amar no es tan solo un juego &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ahora aguanta corazon , tu ya no tienes salvacion te entregas y te olvidas que tu eres yo. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2921429561163734060?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5603728531560024695</id><published>2007-09-11T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T18:28:41.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Amor, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109122943272998594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RudAP2OV1sI/AAAAAAAAAFY/2-f-TOJ-hnk/s200/CAXQNDB4CA1J6D4SCASNK0VRCAV41AVFCADXVGASCA8YKZQWCAMFF0NECAJFE3NWCAKAPQM2CAI69XIWCA3LZSU1CA075UR3CAL1FFO4CAA4BZZ8CAXVJ79PCAR2W49HCAOH8TAT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Donde esta el amor,&lt;br /&gt;Alguien lo ha encontrado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por favor o no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Donde puede ir, puede estar herido, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero no morir, puede estar cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;puede estar encadenado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o quizás este dormido a la sombra de un olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor, Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que te pintas de cualquier color,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tan profundo como el viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tan lejano como el tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y tan cierto como el sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor, Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si me escuchas, si me puedes ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no me cierres tu guarida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;llena un poco de mi vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;llena un poco de mi ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Donde puede estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el amor que un día se llevo la mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando volverá, puede que no vuelva nunca mas jamás quizá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;puede estar perdido puede estar desfallecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;o quizás este sentado a la puerta del pasado.&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/33757141-5603728531560024695?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5603728531560024695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5603728531560024695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5603728531560024695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1369434822748634471</id><published>2007-08-21T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:32:51.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;¿Qué escencia tiene mi amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En dos palabras: tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-1369434822748634471?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1369434822748634471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1369434822748634471' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1369434822748634471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1369434822748634471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/08/qu-escencia-tiene-mi-amor-en-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3940582156742074301</id><published>2007-08-21T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T19:30:47.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;¿Qué voy a hacer con este amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101346501256664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RsufnWOV1rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3WWbm3BKtqY/s200/eskecer_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He venido hasta aquí tan sólo a preguntar si te puedo querer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque nació mi amor, como nace una flor y ya no puede ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y me lleva la tarde detrás de tus ojos, siguiendo a tu boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y en las noches yo siento el calor de tu aliento, y empiezo a preguntar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Qué voy a hacer con este amor... que se quedó como una flor sin primavera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Qué voy a hacer con este amor... inmenso río que me corre por las venas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;He venido hasta aquí, tan sólo a preguntar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh Dios, ¿Qué voy a hacer... qué voy a hacer con este amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por qué tuvo que ser... por qué me enamoré de tu sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por qué te tengo aquí a mi lado y no puedo decirte que te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mi marzo es primavera cuando tengo tu piel entre mis manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te busco la mirada preguntando y tus ojos se van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero será mejor así, no digas nada, dicen más las palabras si es callada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y es honda la mirada de la ausencia, será mejor así, no digas nada...&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/33757141-3940582156742074301?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3940582156742074301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3940582156742074301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3940582156742074301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3940582156742074301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/08/qu-voy-hacer-con-este-amor-he-venido.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RsufnWOV1rI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3WWbm3BKtqY/s72-c/eskecer_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6083985110298924966</id><published>2007-08-16T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T14:19:13.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cariño mío...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099409986402244258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RsS-XWOV1qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yES96Oi_wq8/s200/romantico5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, qué será de mí.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando en verano te tengas que ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A otro lugar con ese amor que antes creíste amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y este teléfono se quede sin sonar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, no podrás llamar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, este amor no va &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como quisiéramos, nuestro amor no va &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me dejas y te olvidas de llevarte parte de mi soledad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y ya no lo podemos arreglar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te equivocaste, yo lo he de pagar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pero tenemos que nadar contra corriente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pues ahora lucharemos para poder olvidar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y sé que el día de mañana yo sabré lo que es perder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aunque quisiera verte junto a mí al final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, no me dejes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amor mío, no me dejes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, qué será de mí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando las canas empiecen a salir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando me mire en el espejo y me vea envejecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y no haya nadie que me quiera ya tener &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tú con los tuyos, y yo sola aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cariño mío, no puedo pensar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En la mañana sin ver el final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo estaré sola y tú tendrás toda una vida para andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tendré que conformarme y solo recordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquellos ratos en los que pude amar. &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/33757141-6083985110298924966?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6083985110298924966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6083985110298924966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6083985110298924966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6083985110298924966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/08/cario-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RsS-XWOV1qI/AAAAAAAAAFI/yES96Oi_wq8/s72-c/romantico5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7407311378489498798</id><published>2007-07-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T21:48:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Con el alma en las manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Entre lágrimas te sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como un barco que no llega a su puerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ya no digas más: tan solo márchate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dame vida, tu amor, tu alegría y mi sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conociendo el mundo entero a través de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;veo cada parte del tuyo en distinta forma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero oye, déjate verte, labios rojos y piel de nieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eres sombra, luz, pasión, mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por las calles te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;escucho tu voz, siempre es la misma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dime que me quieres, que quieres volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dime que me amas, que ya no puedes más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Extráñame y mírame de frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dímelo y sabré que no mientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;déjame oir tu voz en penumbra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y oiré solo lo que tú quieras decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Toma mi mano, vámonos de acá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a donde sepan querer de verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;siento el deseo de besarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;anda, déjate, este poema va para tí, amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7407311378489498798?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7407311378489498798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7407311378489498798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7407311378489498798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7407311378489498798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/07/con-el-alma-en-las-manos-entre-lgrimas.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-694034976860232592</id><published>2007-07-14T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:06:14.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Roja boca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087145963103235314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RpksTPNUrPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yaJRiGsYBGQ/s200/20051206162338-beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si eres como te imagino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No tengo modo de escaparme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu cuerpo es como un remolino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y no hay conjuro que me salve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si eres como te presiento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estoy perdido en este cuento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque sospecho que eres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De miel por fuera y de fuego por dentro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roja boca, boca loca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roja boca manantial de besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dulces besos se desbocan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y al desearte me mantienen preso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Roja boca me provocas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y de pronto siento que me muero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me parece que esa boca&lt;br /&gt;Esta a un paso de decir, te quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si eres como te he soñado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estoy vencido de antemano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y sin poner condiciones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Feliz derrotado me entrego a tus manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tan bella, tan suave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sencillamente incomparable&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/33757141-694034976860232592?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/694034976860232592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=694034976860232592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/694034976860232592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/694034976860232592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/07/roja-boca-si-eres-como-te-imagino-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RpksTPNUrPI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yaJRiGsYBGQ/s72-c/20051206162338-beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-959050633893882430</id><published>2007-07-14T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:59:37.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt; No saber de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087144348195532002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Rpkq1PNUrOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xqOCwf2iykI/s200/extraarme4lc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nadie me habla de ti sin embargo te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no me resigno a olvidarte aunque pasen los años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qué sera de ti? Por donde andaras?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A que distancia te encuentras de mi soledad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como quisiera saber si es que aún me recuerdas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si haz preguntado por mi, si te duele mi ausencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;qué ha cambiado en ti y en tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como ha seguido tu vida después de mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde que no estas aquí ya no puedo encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de nuevo el sentido de la libertad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin ti no imagino volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quiero saber qué fue de ti... amor&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/33757141-959050633893882430?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/959050633893882430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=959050633893882430' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/959050633893882430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/959050633893882430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-saber-de-t-nadie-me-habla-de-ti-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Rpkq1PNUrOI/AAAAAAAAAE4/xqOCwf2iykI/s72-c/extraarme4lc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6474612144930307091</id><published>2007-07-02T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T19:10:14.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Contra viento y marea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082786868608216914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Romvuixpr1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9YMhOb_jqpE/s200/amor_imposible.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me vas hacer llorar una vez más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;diciendo que mañana tu te marcharás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No es posible que este fuego que has encendido en mi pecho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el que ha mantenido nuestro lecho lo pueda apagar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me siento como un niño sin saber qué hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin ti cada mañana es anochecer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nuevamente me lastimas y si es cierto que esta vez te irias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo no sé si lo soportaría... fácil no será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Contra viento y marea te voy a querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;contra viento y marea, y tú lo vas a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Porque así yo lo he pensado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque así yo lo he imaginado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;desde el día en que tú me has besado... por primera vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6474612144930307091?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6474612144930307091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6474612144930307091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6474612144930307091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6474612144930307091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/07/contra-viento-y-marea-me-vas-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Romvuixpr1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/9YMhOb_jqpE/s72-c/amor_imposible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-9222771160501037556</id><published>2007-06-21T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T20:41:31.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;En mis sueños te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Renuncié hace tiempo a tu cercanía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no me arrepiento, aprendí a quererte más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Renuncié a conocerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hacerlo me mostró la felicidad, gracias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero tenerte a mi manera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no quiero verte, pero quiero saber todo de tí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es esta confusión enorme la que me dice cada día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Es esto amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No lo sé... dame un beso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero que me dediques dulces palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pido demasiado, reconozco mi error...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿Al menos me saludarás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pero sólo si es con una gran sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deseo buscarte y decirte que te quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero... ¿Qué me dirías?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mejor no. Es esta la base de mi confusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero tenerte y no tenerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero besarte y estar contigo en sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pero por sobre todo, sigue tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo no necesito amor, vives en mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eso es suficiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-9222771160501037556?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/9222771160501037556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=9222771160501037556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9222771160501037556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9222771160501037556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/06/en-mis-sueos-te-veo-renunci-hace-tiempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-241530289108691356</id><published>2007-05-24T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:24:08.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sólo un loco soñador...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me entrego a tí: a tu piel, a tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me entregó a tí, junto a tí y por tí;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin máscaras ni rencores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin engaños ni excusas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me entrego a tí: a tu recuerdo, a mi pasión por tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a mi obsesión por tí, a mis momentos sin tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me entrego a tí: a la nostalgia de no tenerte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a los sueños recordados en los que habitaste en mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a la única forma de amarte: soñándote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me entrego a Dios, para que Él me guíe hacia tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para que me dé coraje y seguir intentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para que me conceda soñar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para que cada mañana piense en tí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;para no perderte de vista, para que nunca le faltes a mis ojos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me entrego a tí, pues no encuentro otra forma de amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me entrego a tí, pues espero esta noche soñar con tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me entrego a tí, porque simplemente... te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Cuéntame sobre tu vida y trataré de quererte todavía..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-241530289108691356?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/241530289108691356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=241530289108691356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/241530289108691356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/241530289108691356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/05/slo-un-loco-soador.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5316617718063018555</id><published>2007-05-22T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:59:31.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Dame fe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067569516890289266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RlOfoGDX9HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eqjExAVU090/s320/illustration-illustratie_love-liefde_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo le dije, le dije a esa mujer que la quería&lt;br /&gt;le abrí mi corazón, le di mi vida&lt;br /&gt;le dí lo más hermoso de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como un loco, mirando siempre ciego por sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;después se fue alejando y poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;ahora yo no puedo vivir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dame fe señor para seguir buscando tu verdad&lt;br /&gt;para poder vivir sin miedo a recordar&lt;br /&gt;para sobrevivir en esta soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dame fe y acércame hasta tí,&lt;br /&gt;ayúdame a olvidar, enseñame a sufrir&lt;br /&gt;acércame hasta tí, enséñame a rezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo no tengo, señor no tengo a nadie en esta vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no encuentro una razón para vivirla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tratando de esconder mi soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si quisieras, Señor, si tu quisieras ayudarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estoy dispuesto, yo no soy cobarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Enséñame a sufrir o a morir.&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/33757141-5316617718063018555?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5316617718063018555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5316617718063018555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5316617718063018555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5316617718063018555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/05/dame-fe.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RlOfoGDX9HI/AAAAAAAAAEc/eqjExAVU090/s72-c/illustration-illustratie_love-liefde_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2257326051362230297</id><published>2007-05-21T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T17:05:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;La foto de carnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067169221643334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RlIzj2DX9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YeAXO7mtCRI/s320/20060904184755-rosa-marchita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Es hora de partir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- si&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ¿nos volveremos a ver?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- sabes que si&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- ¿cuando, donde?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- en todo momento, en todo lugar, me veras en todo lugar ..mi bien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si un barquito de papel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta por naufragar, socorrelo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;corrigele el timon, mi amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez sea yo, quizas soy yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordaras asi era yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si ves un pajarito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en el invierno frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;protejelo, cobijalo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;contagiale el calor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi amor tal vez sea yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quisas soy yo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recordaras asi era yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y cuando llegue al fin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el muchachito aquel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te ha de enamorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y se enojara al ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que conservas de mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la foto de carnet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;besale y dile que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fui solo una ilusion&lt;br /&gt;tan solo una ilusion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y nada mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Y vos ¿que vas a hacer?&lt;br /&gt;- yo me quedaré... es otra forma de partir no? Todo está bien...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2257326051362230297?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2257326051362230297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2257326051362230297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2257326051362230297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2257326051362230297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/05/la-foto-de-carnet-es-hora-de-partir-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RlIzj2DX9GI/AAAAAAAAAEU/YeAXO7mtCRI/s72-c/20060904184755-rosa-marchita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-3214611919666572389</id><published>2007-04-26T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T15:02:07.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cuando estoy con él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057860170317622386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="264" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjEhBvdg7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C_APewhdHVY/s320/photo-teddy-bear-2.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando estoy con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;una hoja es una estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y cualquier canciónel mejor de los poemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando estoy con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;olvido las palaras y no puedo hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando estoy con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando estoy con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un suspiro es un "te quiero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y un gemido es un "amor, por ti me muero"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y la calle es un bello paraiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me huele a mar cuando estoy con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En su habitación no existe mas que amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se para el reloj, ya deben ser las diez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando estoy con el el tiempo me da igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;solo quiero ser mujer y nada mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando estoy con el una espina es una rosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y hasta un gorrión me parece una paloma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo podria tocarla luna con mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;porque voy flotando cuando estoy con el...&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/33757141-3214611919666572389?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/3214611919666572389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=3214611919666572389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3214611919666572389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/3214611919666572389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/cuando-estoy-con-l-cuando-estoy-con-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjEhBvdg7HI/AAAAAAAAAD0/C_APewhdHVY/s72-c/photo-teddy-bear-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-324283577498711192</id><published>2007-04-26T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T14:53:04.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Te necesito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057857958409464930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjEfA_dg7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/tpWIOZEE2Sw/s320/cherry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El tiempo pasa lentamente por mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hace unos años que no he vuelto a verte mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te guardo en mis recuerdos por una eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te necesito, quiero verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y decirte que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada dia yo me muero si no estas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El cielo es mucho mas azul en estos dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es que presiento que tu pronto volveras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y desde ese momento en mi te quedaras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito, quiero verte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y contarte que te extraño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada dia yo me muero si no estas...&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/33757141-324283577498711192?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/324283577498711192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=324283577498711192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/324283577498711192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/324283577498711192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/te-necesito-el-tiempo-pasa-lentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjEfA_dg7GI/AAAAAAAAADs/tpWIOZEE2Sw/s72-c/cherry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5621669161630578520</id><published>2007-04-26T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:28:24.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Guitarra, toca otra vez ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057712230169111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjCaefdg7EI/AAAAAAAAADc/J6cpCnyN83Q/s320/foto_vina_02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se que esta noche de su boca ya no beberé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y como un sauce llorare, ella ha partido ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La soledad me regalo, guitarra llora conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guitarra, toca otra vez ahora, ella se ha ido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Llevando mis sueños, no quiso, saber de mi dolor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se que se ha ido para nunca mas volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta noche a mi ventana la luna no vendrá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El gorrión también se ira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y solo moriré de amor, guitarra acompáñame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Guitarra, toca otra vez ahora, para decirle adiós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y hacerle una canción, tu sabes, le di mi vida entera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo la quería era mi sol de primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Esta noche a mi ventana la luna no vendrá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El gorrión también se ira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y solo quedare, guitarra otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-5621669161630578520?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5621669161630578520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5621669161630578520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5621669161630578520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5621669161630578520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/guitarra-toca-otra-vez-ahora-se-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjCaefdg7EI/AAAAAAAAADc/J6cpCnyN83Q/s72-c/foto_vina_02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6854155227581333817</id><published>2007-04-25T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:37:02.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tanto amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057543811616533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjABTPdg7DI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pkukj3iaZiI/s320/ABRAZO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Aquel bello despertar al encontrarte a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y nuestras almas fundidas en un descuidado abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te senti mia y lejana tuve miedo de perderte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde aquel momento supe no dejare de quererte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Amame como yo te estoy amando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiereme siempre te estare esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Undete en mis brazos tan ardientes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alegrate com mis mañanas alegres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde que te conoci , me duele tu sufrimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tanto amor que yo te di , tanto amor que no tengo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escucha quiero decirte , algo que siento muy dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tendras que amarme con fuerza por todo lo que te quiero.&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/33757141-6854155227581333817?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6854155227581333817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6854155227581333817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6854155227581333817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6854155227581333817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/tanto-amor-aquel-bello-despertar-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RjABTPdg7DI/AAAAAAAAADU/Pkukj3iaZiI/s72-c/ABRAZO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4161514848061657256</id><published>2007-04-25T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T18:24:29.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Una sonrisa, una lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057540796549491746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri_-jvdg7CI/AAAAAAAAADM/b9UE8SJ_DJM/s320/2077%2520-%2520I%2520Love%2520You%2520Dragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una sonrisa, una lagrima &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es descubrir el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Un primer beso mal dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es la primera ilusion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una caricia un te quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solo en el mundo tu y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sientes q al fin ha llegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eso que llaman: amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Piensas que es un sueño y no quieres despertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mas cuando te beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ves que todo es realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por una lagrima, por tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;toda mi vida yo daria por tu amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por un te quiero nada mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es que me muero si te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me falta todo si no estas aqui mi amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Por un te quiero nada mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es que me muero si te vas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me falta todo si no estas... aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Una sonrisa, una lagrima) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(es descubir el amor) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-4161514848061657256?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4161514848061657256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4161514848061657256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4161514848061657256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4161514848061657256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/una-sonrisa-una-lgrima-una-sonrisa-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri_-jvdg7CI/AAAAAAAAADM/b9UE8SJ_DJM/s72-c/2077%2520-%2520I%2520Love%2520You%2520Dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2555838600639143768</id><published>2007-04-25T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T17:44:52.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tengo mucho que aprender de tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057530449973275666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri_1Jfdg7BI/AAAAAAAAADE/2CcQeTjXRc0/s320/cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enséñame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enséñame a ser feliz como lo eres tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A dar amor como me lo das tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a perdonar como perdonas tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sin recordar el daño nunca mas, nunca mas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enséñame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enséñame, a consolar como consuelas tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A confiar como confias tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a repartir sonrisas como tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sin esperar a cambio nada mas, nada mas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu dulzura y fortaleza, tu manera de entregarte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu tesón por conquistarme cada dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo mucho que aprender de ti, amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como olvidas los enfados, como cumples las promesas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como guias nuestros pasos cada dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enséñame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enséñame, a no mentir como no mientes tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A no envidiar como no envidias tu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a ahogar las penas como lo haces tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A compartir la dicha como tu, como tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Pero qué ojos tan bellos Dios mío!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2555838600639143768?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2555838600639143768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2555838600639143768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2555838600639143768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2555838600639143768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/tengo-mucho-que-aprender-de-t-ensame.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri_1Jfdg7BI/AAAAAAAAADE/2CcQeTjXRc0/s72-c/cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5257675745569248583</id><published>2007-04-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T17:40:13.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;En carne viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haz amigo el favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;de no hablarme de ella aún&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;todavía es muy pronto y la sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;todavía su amor lo recuerdo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haz amigo el favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;de ignorarla delante de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ni siquiera pronuncies su nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que aún mi alma está hecha girones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tengo el corazón en carne viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que yo no sé olvidar como ella olvida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que estoy desconcertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que no sé dar ni un paso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin ella, sin ella...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que tengo el corazón en carne viva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que yo podría morir, estoy sin vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que nada me interesa, que todo en mí es tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin ella, sin ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haz amigo el favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;de llevarme muy lejos de aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;donde ella conmigo no estuvo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;donde nada recuerde algo suyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;haz amigo el favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;acompáñame a caminar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;por lugares lejanos y nuevos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;donde nada me invita al recuerdo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-5257675745569248583?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5257675745569248583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5257675745569248583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5257675745569248583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5257675745569248583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/en-carne-viva-haz-amigo-el-favor-de-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7289603654717858253</id><published>2007-04-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:23:25.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Yesterday once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056810364105084210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri1mO-j_TTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qbPwAyhFvec/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I was young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'd listen to the radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Waitin' for my favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When they played I'd sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It made me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those were such happy times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And not so long ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;How I wondered where they'd gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But they're back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just like a long lost friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the songs I loved so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every Sha-la-la-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every Wo-o-wo-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That they're startin' to sing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When they get to the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where he's breakin' her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It can really make me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's yesterday once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lookin' back on how it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In years gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the good times that I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Makes today seem rather sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So much has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It was songs of love that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I would sing to then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'd memorize each word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Those old melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still sound so good to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;As they melt the years away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every Sha-la-la-la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every Wo-o-wo-o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Still shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Every shing-a-ling-a-ling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;That they're startin' to sing's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;So fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All my best memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Come back clearly to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Some can even make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just like before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's yesterday once more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thx God, now I know what to do... it would have been nice in the other way, but everything happens for a reason :)&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/33757141-7289603654717858253?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7289603654717858253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7289603654717858253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7289603654717858253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7289603654717858253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/04/yesterday-once-more-when-i-was-young-id.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/Ri1mO-j_TTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/qbPwAyhFvec/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-921593280755398106</id><published>2007-03-20T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T19:30:01.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Me Marcho Lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Piensas que será muy fácil si te vas llorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu que me conoces crees convencerme así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quiero que te enteres pronto que seguir jugando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;es algo que nunca más conseguirás de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sé que me engañaste un día con aquel amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sé por los demás que andabas siempre por ahí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;tú que me dejaste, tú que me engañaste, tú que me humillaste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;quieres que te diga vuelve sólo porque sí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me marcho lejos la distancia es mi destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y solamente mi destino puede hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me marcho lejos y quizás en mi camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;otras manos, otro amor podré encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me marcho lejos porque sé que soy cobarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;te tengo miedo y es la única razón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;que de perderte no me importa y tú lo sabes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;dejo todo, vete sola con tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Piensas que será muy fácil si te vas llorando&lt;br /&gt;Tu que me conoces crees convencerme así&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que te enteres pronto que seguir jugando,&lt;br /&gt;es algo que nunca más conseguirás de mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Era mi mejor amigo y eso tú lo sabías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;poco te importaba entonces reirte de mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;besos en la noche, risas en la calle, llanto en la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo no sé cómo te atreves volver hasta mí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me marcho lejos la distancia es mi destino&lt;br /&gt;y solamente mi destino puede hablar&lt;br /&gt;Me marcho lejos y quizás en mi camino&lt;br /&gt;otras manos, otro amor podré encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me marcho lejos porque sé que soy cobarde&lt;br /&gt;te tengo miedo y es la única razón,&lt;br /&gt;que de perderte no me importa y tú lo sabes&lt;br /&gt;dejo todo, vete sola con tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i wanna say... thx for all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-921593280755398106?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/921593280755398106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=921593280755398106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/921593280755398106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/921593280755398106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-marcho-lejos-piensas-que-ser-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5592794085143640194</id><published>2007-01-07T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T14:01:12.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;No te ofendas si te digo lo que fuiste: una ingrata con mi pobre corazón. ¿Qué gano con decir que una mujer cambió mi suerte? Se burlarán de mi, que nadie sepa mi sufrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Y quién puede ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017409435948326722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="206" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RaFrTHJkn0I/AAAAAAAAACc/v6f34_YkdcA/s320/ist2_108860_man_crying.jpg" width="137" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo no se que le ha pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que la encuentro pensativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ante todo indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;preocupada y distraida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si la miro fijamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no sostiene la mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como si temiera verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;por sus ojos delatada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y quien puede ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si es que no soy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quien me habra borrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de su corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y quien puede ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si es que no soy yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quien habra podido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;darle mas amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No la siento como antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y en mis brazos esta inquieta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;una excusa tiene siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cuando quiero retenerla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya son mucha ocasiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que al querer decir mi nombre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;insegura titubea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y mis sueños me los rompe&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/33757141-5592794085143640194?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5592794085143640194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5592794085143640194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5592794085143640194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5592794085143640194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-te-ofendas-si-te-digo-lo-que-fuiste.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RaFrTHJkn0I/AAAAAAAAACc/v6f34_YkdcA/s72-c/ist2_108860_man_crying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6827647676552031309</id><published>2007-01-06T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T15:35:20.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te lleno de besos y caricias mustias, pero estás dormida... no sientes caricias, te abrazo a mi pecho me duermo contigo... mas luego despierto, tu no estás conmigo... solo está mi almohada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017063543132107826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RaAwtf_ztDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SuxnstTDdUc/s320/preg%25c3%25bantale%2520al%2520viento%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansado de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensando que quizás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo he sido para ti, un juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansado de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quien no importo ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tanta soledad me muero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya se que te da igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tú siempre fuiste así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conmigo tan indiferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En cambio yo de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estuve enamorado siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Al mar las veces que he pensado en ti mujer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Al viento cuantas veces tu nombre grité&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale, pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Al vino compañero de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El tiempo de mi vida que he perdido ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale, pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansado de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pensando que quizás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo he sido para ti, un juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cansado de esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A quien no importo ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;De tanta soledad me muero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ya se que te da igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tú siempre fuiste así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conmigo tan indiferente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En cambio yo de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estuve enamorado siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A aquel amigo nuestro cuanto te llore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale a la noche cuanto te espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale, pregúntale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quien ya no tiene lágrimas para llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quien ha sufrido tanto que no siente ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pregúntale, pregúntale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6827647676552031309?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6827647676552031309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6827647676552031309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6827647676552031309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6827647676552031309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/te-lleno-de-besos-y-caricias-mustias.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RaAwtf_ztDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SuxnstTDdUc/s72-c/preg%25c3%25bantale%2520al%2520viento%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4753937824380454886</id><published>2007-01-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:58:53.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si pudiera recuperar tu sonrisa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016960773154649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ_TPf_ztCI/AAAAAAAAACE/smaeXjtN1xs/s320/lagrimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo siento hundirme y me extremesco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si veo caer tus lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo me arrepiento del mal que halla hecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si veo caer tus lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo te consuelo te abrazo y te beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si veo caer tus lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y no quisiera ya nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;volver a enjugar tus lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el lenguage mudo de tu pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la callada voz de tu trizteza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la expresion mojada de tu alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la visible muestra de que me amas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de pasiones ondas y de heridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de dolor profundo y de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la palabra fiel de tu amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la verdad final que tu la ocultas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lágrimas.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-4753937824380454886?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4753937824380454886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4753937824380454886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4753937824380454886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4753937824380454886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/si-pudiera-recuperar-tu-sonrisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ_TPf_ztCI/AAAAAAAAACE/smaeXjtN1xs/s72-c/lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4141894796469761922</id><published>2007-01-06T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:18:39.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Alguna vez encontraré a alguien que me conozca como tú? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Todas las lágrimas y aquellos años cuando no esperaba a nadie, no me di cuenta que te estaba perdiendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;For Whom The Bell Tolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016935621826163730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ-8Xf_ztBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N8glcrl1w9I/s320/177467432_3909b59167_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I stumble in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Never really knew what it would've been like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're no longer there to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Break my fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The heartache over you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I gave it everything but I couldn't get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never saw the signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You're the last to know when love is blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All the tears and the turbulent years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I would not wait for no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I didn't stop, take a look at myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And see me losing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When the lonely heart breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the one that forsakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's the dream that we stole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I'm missing you more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And the fire that will roar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's a hole in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For you it's goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And for me it's to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;For whom the bell tolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Seen you in a magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A picture at a party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where you shouldn't have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hangin' on the arm of someone else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm still in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Won't you come back to your little boy blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I've come to feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This precious love was never mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Now I know but a little too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That I could not live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In the dark of the broad daylight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I promise I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I never knew there'd be times like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When I couldn't reach out to no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am I never gonna find someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;That knows me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Are you leaving me a helpless child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When it took so long to save me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fight the devil and the deep blue sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'll follow you anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I promise I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-4141894796469761922?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4141894796469761922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4141894796469761922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4141894796469761922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4141894796469761922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/alguna-vez-encontrar-alguien-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ-8Xf_ztBI/AAAAAAAAAB4/N8glcrl1w9I/s72-c/177467432_3909b59167_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2678772318461271160</id><published>2007-01-05T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:31:07.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si pudiera regresar en el tiempo y enmendar el tremendo error de vida que hize... pienso: las estrellas cumplen deseos? Sí. Son Maravillosos? Sí, tal vez en demasía. ...Pueden resultar hirientes? Sí...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;La Cita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016567633323209730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ5trv_ztAI/AAAAAAAAABs/oev7khT4db4/s320/hshds.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pasa y siéntate. tranquilizate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;al fin ya estás aqui, que mas te da.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Imagínate que yo no soy yo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que soy el otro hombre que esperabas ver, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un desconocido que te ha escrito un verso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y te dibujo la luna en un trozo de papel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Un amante improvisado, misterioso apasionado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que te dio Una cita en este hotel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desnudate ahora y apaga la luz un instante &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y hazme el amor como lo haces con esos amantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te juro que hoy es la ultima vez que te burlas de mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me engañas. Y fueron mis manos las que te escribieron la carta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;han sido mis celos los que te pusieron la trampa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es mi corazón el que llora de pena por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero te dejo y me marcho para siempre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2678772318461271160?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2678772318461271160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2678772318461271160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2678772318461271160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2678772318461271160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/si-pudiera-regresar-en-el-tiempo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ5trv_ztAI/AAAAAAAAABs/oev7khT4db4/s72-c/hshds.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2713664147761843033</id><published>2007-01-04T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:47:10.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Qué mas dá... Vuelve, trae contigo esa sonrisa que me dabas cada mañana, sí, la que solía iluminar mi rostro, la que conseguía todo, y a la vez nada. La misma que se fue y dejó dentro de mi un profundo hueco, justo donde iba tu rostro, muy dentro de mi corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tentación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016275985640341666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="225" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1kbntqQKI/AAAAAAAAABg/YQ5GNvlOqHQ/s320/tentacion.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te inventaría un universo, hoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si ella no fuera ya mi estrella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y te daría tiernamente amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si no la diera tanto a ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eres la dulce compañía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que pinta su sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada día, para mí de rojo y miel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eres la dulce tentación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la fuerza que me empuja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cada día a ser infiel, a ser infiel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No, la quiero solo a ella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mi universo es ella, nada mas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;tú eres la aventura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la risa, la ternura, y ella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la que espera en soledad, no, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tú eres mariposa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que vuela entre las rosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y ella es el cimiento de mi hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2713664147761843033?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2713664147761843033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2713664147761843033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2713664147761843033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2713664147761843033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/qu-mas-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1kbntqQKI/AAAAAAAAABg/YQ5GNvlOqHQ/s72-c/tentacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-2153464128232391652</id><published>2007-01-04T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:25:53.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eres... un sueño, ilusión, melodía, mi voz. Y después de todo lo que pasó, sólo me queda decir... lo siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016273447314669714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1iH3tqQJI/AAAAAAAAABU/ifHxjo8MO_4/s320/Un-beso.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu&lt;br /&gt;por aquí por allá&lt;br /&gt;El amor servido y tu&lt;br /&gt;Dime si, si te va&lt;br /&gt;Mi camastro es fuerte y tu&lt;br /&gt;Más liviana y sutil&lt;br /&gt;Que la goma espuma tu&lt;br /&gt;No sé si tu estarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me voy desnudando tu&lt;br /&gt;Que te importa mi edad&lt;br /&gt;Soy un tipo extraño y tu&lt;br /&gt;Ven aquí que más da&lt;br /&gt;Vista desde cerca tu&lt;br /&gt;Eres mucho mejor&lt;br /&gt;Beso de un minuto tu&lt;br /&gt;No lo das no lo das&lt;br /&gt;Como es que has venido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu  que me  quemas y yo&lt;br /&gt;Que ya empiezo a vacilar&lt;br /&gt;En un tris de locura&lt;br /&gt;Suficientemente  mal&lt;br /&gt;Que no sé si eres mía&lt;br /&gt;Si haces el amor te cantaré&lt;br /&gt;Como si&lt;br /&gt;Fueras melodía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaré&lt;br /&gt;Y al caminar despertaré&lt;br /&gt;Al mundo entero le hablaré&lt;br /&gt;De todo lo que es mío&lt;br /&gt;De ti&lt;br /&gt;Muchacha triste cantaré&lt;br /&gt;Diré a la lluvia que al caer&lt;br /&gt;Amaina el soplo del viento&lt;br /&gt;Que el cielo solo sea azul&lt;br /&gt;Y me sonrías tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-2153464128232391652?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/2153464128232391652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=2153464128232391652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2153464128232391652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/2153464128232391652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/eres.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1iH3tqQJI/AAAAAAAAABU/ifHxjo8MO_4/s72-c/Un-beso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7006092076294917087</id><published>2007-01-04T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T12:02:19.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como si el tiempo no importase... aférrate a mí, siente mi calor y el amor que tengo para darte, sé mía, pero no dejes de ser quien eres, algo más que un amor, más que un pensamiento: lo eres todo para mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016259097828933762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1VEntqQII/AAAAAAAAABI/ByVDsUGpVoI/s320/img196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te amo, moneda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te amo, al viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te amo, si sale cara dirá que tu amor esta muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo te amo, me siento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te amo, un hombre sobre ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;con fuego dentro del alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quemando en la cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mas yo tiemblo sintiendo tus senos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te odio y te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mi mariposa que muere agitando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;las alas haciendo el amor en sus brazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;piel de mi propio fracaso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hoy necesito tenerla,voy a hablarle, con coraje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo te amo y ahora perdóname&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;solo recuérdame, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;abre la puerta a un guerrero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin armas ni ejercito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y dame tu vino ligero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que has hecho mientras no estaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y las sabanas de linodame el sueño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de algún niño que da vueltas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;soñando con nubes déjame trabajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hazme abrazar a una joven que plancha cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7006092076294917087?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7006092076294917087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7006092076294917087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7006092076294917087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7006092076294917087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/como-si-el-tiempo-no-importase.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ1VEntqQII/AAAAAAAAABI/ByVDsUGpVoI/s72-c/img196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7123583471030489942</id><published>2007-01-04T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:55:02.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Brindo por tí y por mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016219382266347634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0w83tqQHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eat1LQE2eY8/s320/brindis_b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Brindo por ti y por mí,&lt;br /&gt;y que tú seas muy feliz,&lt;br /&gt;un amor muere y otro comienza,&lt;br /&gt;no miremos atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Brindo por este final,de nada vale llorar,&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento es como un sueño,&lt;br /&gt;que puede terminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, te debo todo lo que yo soy,&lt;br /&gt;y por las cosas que yo sentí,&lt;br /&gt;yo brindo ahora por ti y por mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, amor, tú muy bien sabes por que me voy,&lt;br /&gt;y aunque este amor hoy no pueda ser,&lt;br /&gt;yo te juro que volveré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7123583471030489942?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7123583471030489942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7123583471030489942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7123583471030489942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7123583471030489942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/brindo-por-t-y-por-m-brindo-por-ti-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0w83tqQHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Eat1LQE2eY8/s72-c/brindis_b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4041077263506135601</id><published>2007-01-04T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:50:57.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Comienza Amenecer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016218162495635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0v13tqQGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gocq8Tmdd5M/s320/a47989.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comienza a amanecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sobre la esfera de un reloj&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Son casi las seis tan tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y tú sin volver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Los celos me hacen ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El sucio cuarto de un hotel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y os veo a los dos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desnudos haciendo el amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La madrugada, llena mi alma de soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No quiero llorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo nunca, entendí el porqué...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me cambias por otra mujer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comienza a amanecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oigo tus pasos al llegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Borracho otra vez,...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muñeco de trapo y papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tendré que simular....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que estoy dormida y esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En la escuridad,Tus torpes caricias quizás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me das un beso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y hay en tu aliento, alcohol y amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quisiera, gritar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quisiera, correr y escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y veo, que no soy capaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Comienza a amanecer... Escucho tu respiración,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y huelo en tu piel, Perfume barato y vulgar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mañana me dirás...Que te quedaste a trabajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y yo, fingiré ... Y yo, fingiré una, vez más...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y en la cocina,... Cuando esté sola, podré llorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me preguntaré...Si puede, aun más bajo caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El hombre, que yo tanto amé...&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/33757141-4041077263506135601?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4041077263506135601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4041077263506135601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4041077263506135601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4041077263506135601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/comienza-amenecer-comienza-amanecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0v13tqQGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/gocq8Tmdd5M/s72-c/a47989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-6257302159379565756</id><published>2007-01-04T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:45:25.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Canción de Otoño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016216800991002706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0umntqQFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cwjsWZdNYiY/s320/rio_otono.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como sopla el viento en las ventanas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como llueve hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como esta la calle de vacia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como muere el sol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Estos dias grises del otoño me ponen triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y al calor del fuego de mi hoguera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;te recuerdo hoy, te recuerdo hoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ti que eres mi vida entera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la brisa de primavera la claridad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ti que sufres cuando me esperas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que miras a las estrellas y que suspiras por mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como arrastra el viento aquellas hojas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;como llueve hoy y que torpe vuela por el cielo ese gorrión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Se han quedado mudos esos nidos de golondrinas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y sentado al borde de la noche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te recuerdo hoy, te recuerdo hoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ti que eres mi vida entera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la brisa de primavera la claridad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A ti que sufres cuando me esperas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que miras a las estrellas y que suspiras por mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-6257302159379565756?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/6257302159379565756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=6257302159379565756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6257302159379565756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/6257302159379565756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/cancin-de-otoo-como-sopla-el-viento-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0umntqQFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/cwjsWZdNYiY/s72-c/rio_otono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1472216244611735418</id><published>2007-01-04T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:39:16.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Vé con él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016215332112187458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0tRHtqQEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9VMydwmWowc/s320/logo_tag.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Te fuiste mi amor de madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y regresastes al amanecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y en tus ojos pude ver, mentiras sí,porque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;venías de tu cita junto a él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La rabia nubló mi pensamiento,y apenas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me pude contener,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si tu dicha está con él ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de aquí me marcharé, y olvidaré que tuve una mujer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ve con él y olvida que una vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sentiste junto a mí una ilusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;seguiré viviendo sin tu amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es mejor para los dos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ve con él, camina junto a él,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y olvida aquel ayer que nos unió,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se muy bien que nada puedo hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo también se perder en el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-1472216244611735418?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1472216244611735418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1472216244611735418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1472216244611735418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1472216244611735418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/v-con-l-te-fuiste-mi-amor-de-madrugada.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0tRHtqQEI/AAAAAAAAAAY/9VMydwmWowc/s72-c/logo_tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-5681242358870628348</id><published>2007-01-04T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:33:39.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Mar y Cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016213648485007410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0rvHtqQDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6prxVw5xqbw/s320/sol_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me tienes pero de nada te vale, soy tuyo porque lo dicta un papel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mi vida la controlan las leyes pero en mi corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que es el que siente amor tan solo mando yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El mar y el cielo se ven igual de azules &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en la distancia parece que se unen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mejor es que recuerdes que el cielo es siempre cielo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que nunca nunca el mar lo alcanzará &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Permíteme igualarme con el cielo que a ti te corresponde ser el mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-5681242358870628348?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/5681242358870628348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=5681242358870628348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5681242358870628348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/5681242358870628348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/mar-y-cielo-me-tienes-pero-de-nada-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/RZ0rvHtqQDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6prxVw5xqbw/s72-c/sol_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-7083627858123964156</id><published>2007-01-04T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:24:26.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es noche oscura de amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es luz que brilla allá en el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es recordara un ser querido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que uno quiere y que no viene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es el cantarde un pajarito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que vive fuera de su nido, con la esperanza de volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es soledadde la alborada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un ebrio triste en la calzadaqueriendo la luna alcanzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RECITADO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es soledad de la alborada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;un trovador en serenata queriendo la luna enamorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es la tristeza, es la alegría es el nacer de un nuevo día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;el dolor cruel de una pasión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Poema es una poeta apasionado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es escribir desesperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lo que está aquíen el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-7083627858123964156?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/7083627858123964156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=7083627858123964156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7083627858123964156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/7083627858123964156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2007/01/poema-poema-es-noche-oscura-de-amargura.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-1895776205719914572</id><published>2006-11-17T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T10:32:32.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Cómo voy a olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6101/4120/320/pareja.jpg" width="177" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cómo voy a olvidarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si estás prendida en mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cómo voy a olvidarte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;si te llevo en mi ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ay si supieras de veras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lo que eres para mí, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eres más que mi amor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la razón de mi vivir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y aún así no estas conmigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;estás tan lejos, dónde estarás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quisiera verte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;quisiera hablarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es tan difícil vivir sin tí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y si en verdad sientes amor por mí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ven a mis brazos no te vayas jamás.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&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/33757141-1895776205719914572?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/1895776205719914572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=1895776205719914572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1895776205719914572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/1895776205719914572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/11/cmo-voy-olvidarte-cmo-voy-olvidarte-si.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-4365670984528179316</id><published>2006-11-17T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T08:30:11.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Love you Inside Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/6101/4120/320/822562/ihij.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Baby, I can't figure it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your kisses taste like honey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweet lies don't gimme no rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, oh what you're trying to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Livin' on your cheatin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the pain grows inside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's enough to leave me crying in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love you forever but you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;driving me insaneand I'm hanging on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, oh, I'll win, I'll never give in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Our love has got the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Too many lovers in one lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ain't good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You treat me like a vision in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Someone there to stand behind you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;When your world ain't working right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I ain't no vision, I am the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who loves you inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;backwards and forwards with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my heart hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I love no other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Let this moment be forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;we won't ever feel the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I ain't no vision, I am the man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;who loves you inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;backwards and forwards with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my heart hanging out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-4365670984528179316?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/4365670984528179316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=4365670984528179316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4365670984528179316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/4365670984528179316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-you-inside-out-baby-i-cant-figure.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-9002777659617583960</id><published>2006-11-14T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:22:31.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dedicada para tí... lo siento, no sé como hacerlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;How can you mend a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can think of younger days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;when living for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Was everything a man could want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I could never see tomorrow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but I was never told about the sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And how can you mend a broken heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can you stop the rain from falling down? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can you stop the sun from shining? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What makes the world go round? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can you mend a this broken man? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How can a loser ever win? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please help me mend my broken heart and let me live again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I can still feel the breeze that rustles through the trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And misty memories of days gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We could never see tomorrow, noone said a word about the sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-9002777659617583960?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/9002777659617583960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=9002777659617583960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9002777659617583960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/9002777659617583960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicada-para-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-8860330309562598917</id><published>2006-11-12T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:38:52.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6101/4120/320/CL0812.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was a midnight rider on a cloud of smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I could make a woman hang on every single stroke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was an iron man, I had a master plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;But I was alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I could hear you breathing with a sigh of the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I remember how your body started trembling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh, whats a night its been, and for the state Im in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Im still alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the wonders made for the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And all the hearts in all creation, somehow I always end up alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Always end up alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I play, Ill wait, cause you know that love takes time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We came so far. Just the beat of a lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And its mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I dont want to be alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-8860330309562598917?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/8860330309562598917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=8860330309562598917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8860330309562598917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/8860330309562598917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/11/alone-i-was-midnight-rider-on-cloud-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115906454633365453</id><published>2006-09-23T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:39.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;franco de vita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/0tctopKdkBQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0tctopKdkBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...No encuentro palabras que decir ahora que estás aquí, solo dejo a mis ojos que hablen por mí..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115906454633365453?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115906454633365453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115906454633365453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115906454633365453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115906454633365453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/franco-de-vita.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115906442665088091</id><published>2006-09-23T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:39.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bonnie Tyler - Total Eclipse of the Hearth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/0-5mK74EDig"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0-5mK74EDig" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...And I need now tonight, and I need you more than ever..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115906442665088091?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115906442665088091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115906442665088091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115906442665088091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115906442665088091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/bonnie-tyler-total-eclipse-of-hearth.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115896848666950618</id><published>2006-09-22T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:39.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Camilo Sesto - Quien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/I1NqqFfpUXw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/I1NqqFfpUXw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...Quién borrará el recuerdo de algo pasado..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115896848666950618?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115896848666950618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115896848666950618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896848666950618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896848666950618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/camilo-sesto-quien.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115896758791650255</id><published>2006-09-22T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:39.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Air Supply - The power of love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/L8D8hLA600o"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/L8D8hLA600o" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all that I can..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115896758791650255?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115896758791650255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115896758791650255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896758791650255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896758791650255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/air-supply-power-of-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115896643774421739</id><published>2006-09-22T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Bee Gees - Too Much Heaven&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/uck6vLOWY8E"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/uck6vLOWY8E" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...Oh you make my world a summer day, are you just a dream to fade away..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115896643774421739?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115896643774421739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115896643774421739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896643774421739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115896643774421739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/bee-gees-too-much-heaven.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115895670773882754</id><published>2006-09-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Luis Miguel - La incondicional&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/f1AmLgPH0d0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/f1AmLgPH0d0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"...Tú, la misma de ayer, la que no supe amar... no sé porqué..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115895670773882754?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115895670773882754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115895670773882754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115895670773882754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115895670773882754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/luis-miguel-la-incondicional.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115894278906305276</id><published>2006-09-22T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Julio Iglesias - Gwendoline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/nXs5n3yYvaw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/nXs5n3yYvaw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"... Yo he buscado en mi alma queriéndote hallar y tan solo encontré mi soledad..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115894278906305276?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115894278906305276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115894278906305276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894278906305276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894278906305276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/julio-iglesias-gwendoline.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115894232897549449</id><published>2006-09-22T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Camilo Sesto - Amor mio qué me has hecho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/2j48XQNreMs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/2j48XQNreMs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"... Amor mío, qué me has hecho, amor mío, que no vivo..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115894232897549449?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115894232897549449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115894232897549449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894232897549449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894232897549449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/camilo-sesto-amor-mio-qu-me-has-hecho.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115894106860884372</id><published>2006-09-22T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Leonardo Favio - Más que un Loco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Iec9gnulGc4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... Tu has hecho de mi vida un camino con espinas, pero también de rosas cuando me entregas tu amor..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115894106860884372?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115894106860884372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115894106860884372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894106860884372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115894106860884372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/leonardo-favio-ms-que-un-loco.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115742001366639907</id><published>2006-09-04T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Por Volverte a Ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/640/J0284916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/320/J0284916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nos fallaron dos palabras&lt;br /&gt;y sabernos perdonar&lt;br /&gt;que fácil era haber dicho&lt;br /&gt;lo siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero nos sobraba orgullo&lt;br /&gt;y nos faltaba humildad&lt;br /&gt;y cuesta tanto esfuerzo&lt;br /&gt;ser el primero en hablar&lt;br /&gt;que cuando uno se atreve&lt;br /&gt;es tarde ya, tarde ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;hoy daría media vida&lt;br /&gt;por volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;y recuperar el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;que se me escapó&lt;br /&gt;y decir lo siento&lt;br /&gt;una y otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;no me sirve la razón&lt;br /&gt;si tú no estás, si no estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;hoy daría cualquier cosa&lt;br /&gt;por volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;y aprendí a no querer tanto&lt;br /&gt;y a querer mejor&lt;br /&gt;y decir lo siento amor&lt;br /&gt;perdóname&lt;br /&gt;no me sirve la razón&lt;br /&gt;si tú no estás, si no estás aquí...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115742001366639907?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115742001366639907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115742001366639907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115742001366639907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115742001366639907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/por-volverte-ver-nos-fallaron-dos.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115741946327225066</id><published>2006-09-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Un gran Amor y nada más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/640/Ranch%20House.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/320/Ranch%20House.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yo muy lejos de ti, pescador lejano del mar&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero beber de una fuente reseca al sol&lt;br /&gt;algún libro, una poesía&lt;br /&gt;sobre el piano una fotografía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú y yo, un gran amor y nada más&lt;br /&gt;tú y yo, un gran amor en su final&lt;br /&gt;a dónde está la cabaña que nos cobijó&lt;br /&gt;donde tú me dijiste que sí, amor mío sí&lt;br /&gt;esta noche sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche, noche de amor&lt;br /&gt;el silencio tu nombre y mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;y no desborda el agua de un río&lt;br /&gt;tampoco tu amor retorna hacia mi&lt;br /&gt;soledad y la melancolía en cada noche, en cada día&lt;br /&gt;te harán ver una sola cosa&lt;br /&gt;que debías al menos decir perdón...&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115741946327225066?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115741946327225066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115741946327225066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115741946327225066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115741946327225066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/un-gran-amor-y-nada-ms-yo-muy-lejos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115741874686701013</id><published>2006-09-04T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;No te vayas Por Favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/640/tulip3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/320/tulip3.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No te vayas, ¡por favor!&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanto que contarte.&lt;br /&gt;Me fui creciendo en la luna,&lt;br /&gt;en el zaguán de mi calle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando respiro el otoño&lt;br /&gt;y tengo abril en la piel&lt;br /&gt;guardo los años y extraño;&lt;br /&gt;te extraño, te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me supiera en vos&lt;br /&gt;como abrazándonos.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te daría&lt;br /&gt;el último beso&lt;br /&gt;y, después,&lt;br /&gt;te iría extrañando;&lt;br /&gt;extrañando.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115741874686701013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115741874686701013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-te-vayas-por-favor-no-te-vayas-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115725078423741333</id><published>2006-09-02T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Si yo Fuera Él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/640/corazon%20entero.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2739/1553/320/corazon%20entero.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si yo fuera el, que te piensas que es un Dios&lt;br /&gt;y es solo el hombre que te hizo mujer&lt;br /&gt;y disfruta tus caricias cada noche.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, que te tiene&lt;br /&gt;y no parece que le importes y le sigues fiel,&lt;br /&gt;sin un gesto de amargura y sin reproches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, que lo tiene todo&lt;br /&gt;con una sonrisa, con mirar tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, si yo fuera el otro&lt;br /&gt;que tiene tu cuerpo, mientras yo estoy solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, que le das todo tu amor&lt;br /&gt;sin condiciones y por que también,&lt;br /&gt;es la única verdad que reconoces.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, que no escucha ni comprende tus razones&lt;br /&gt;y que cada vez que te hiera le dirás que te perdone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, que lo tiene todo&lt;br /&gt;con una sonrisa, con mirar tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, si yo fuera el otro&lt;br /&gt;que tiene tu cuerpo, mientras yo estoy solo.&lt;br /&gt;Si yo fuera el, si yo fuera el otro&lt;br /&gt;que tiene tu cuerpo, mientras yo estoy solo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115725078423741333?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115725078423741333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115725078423741333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115725078423741333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115725078423741333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/si-yo-fuera-l-si-yo-fuera-el-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115722399339049044</id><published>2006-09-02T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Como Has Hecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo te quiero tanto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;como en mi vida he querido jamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;y tan profundamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que tengo miedo de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;de éste desmesurado amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;que ahora siento por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo te deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;con un deseo nuevo que me atormenta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;A veces me pregunto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cómo es posible que me deba adormecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;y me deba despertar, caminar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;y tenerte de nuevo siempre ante mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;en mi pensamiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;en cada instante de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo necesito de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;como la barca necesita del mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;para poder navegar; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;la primavera necesita al sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;para poder florecer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;un niño de una mano que le acompañe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;un perro de un dueño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;y el viento la cometa para poder volar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;y yo de ti, siempre cerca de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;en cada instante de mi vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas Cómo has hecho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;para que me enamore tanto y tanto? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;me miro en el espejo y me pregunto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;si ese de allí soy yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas Cómo has hecho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;para hacer de ésta mi vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;algo muy tuyo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;a transformar el tiempo en una espera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;para yo verte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No hay sentido, entro a mi vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;si mas lo pienso, es mas, miro entre tus manos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Mas como has hecho? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;No sé siquiera cuando has comenzado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Yo solo sé que en ésta vida mía no sucedió jamás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Primera vez que digo ciertamente te quiero tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115722399339049044?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115722399339049044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115722399339049044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115722399339049044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115722399339049044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/como-has-hecho-yo-te-quiero-tanto-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115721936907308068</id><published>2006-09-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Porque te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo está naciendo&lt;br /&gt;un dulce sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;con un aire inconciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace parte de tu juego absurdo&lt;br /&gt;girar en torno a ti los ojos&lt;br /&gt;Como eres limpia&lt;br /&gt;se revela en mi el poeta&lt;br /&gt;por un momento la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Yo no lo sé&lt;br /&gt;pero seguro que&lt;br /&gt;no dormiré&lt;br /&gt;Y tu sonreirás&lt;br /&gt;pensando que&lt;br /&gt;jamás ninguno&lt;br /&gt;se portó como yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volaba al viento mi chaqueta&lt;br /&gt;apenas tú cerrar la puerta&lt;br /&gt;y al verme tú me diste&lt;br /&gt;cariñosamente otro beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;el mundo ya&lt;br /&gt;desaparece&lt;br /&gt;en el fondo de tus ojos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115721936907308068?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115721936907308068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115721936907308068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721936907308068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721936907308068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/porque-te-amo-porque-te-amo-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115721528640144299</id><published>2006-09-02T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:38.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Donde estarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Son tantos días que no duermo y pienso en ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Preso en mi casa y el silencio por amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mientras el viento va llamando en el cristal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Te espero aquí, vuelve conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;En nuestra historia hay algo que no marcha bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No es la primera discusión de nuestra vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pero aquí espero a que regrese nuestro tren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ven pronto, ven nube perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dónde estarás, dónde estarás, cariño mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dónde estarás, verano ardiente, invierno frío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aunque los días sean tristes y aburridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No sé qué hacer si no estás tú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115721528640144299?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115721528640144299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115721528640144299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721528640144299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721528640144299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/donde-estars-son-tantos-das-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115721496985096863</id><published>2006-09-02T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:37.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Te quiero cada día más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es imposible que tu recuerdo viva en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;Que la distancia no me separe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Es imposible que cada noche siga soñando&lt;br /&gt;Y me despierte siempre pensando en tu amor&lt;br /&gt;Si yo pudiera parar el tiempo y recobrarte&lt;br /&gt;Daría mi vida por abrazarte otra vez&lt;br /&gt;Si yo pudiera ir con el viento para buscarte&lt;br /&gt;No se que haría si tu quisieras volver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cada día más&lt;br /&gt;Y no quiero pensar que estoy muriendo dentro de esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cada día más&lt;br /&gt;Y no puedo olvidar aquellos días llenos de felicidad junto a ti&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero cada día más&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti no puedo estar y pienso ahora que jamás debí marchar&lt;br /&gt;Que debí marchar&lt;br /&gt;Olvídate de aquel ayer volvamos a empezar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115721496985096863?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115721468378825914</id><published>2006-09-02T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:37.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Como Somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se nos van los años  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora cuesta recordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y tenemos mas edad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahora somos un cuaderno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De recuerdos arrugados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y nos vamos a un entierro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De una amigo que tuvimos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De un amigo que esta muerto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos tenemos parientes, tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos por algo lloramos, lloramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos de una vida corta, sabemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos siempre nos buscamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como se arruga la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;De nuestros seres queridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como por las bocas viejas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se nos van yendo las venas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Menos palabras tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos menos inocentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y como vamos creciendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para se después la gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos tenemos parientes, tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos por algo lloramos, lloramos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos de una vida corta, sabemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos siempre nos buscamos....&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/33757141-115721468378825914?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115721468378825914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115721468378825914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721468378825914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721468378825914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/2006/09/como-somos-como-se-nos-van-los-aos.html' title=''/><author><name>Edgard Pacheco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02745398850749187327</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VWYWkv-Vkd8/SsQQq9msqDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/8VinUc-bT3w/S220/MUNCH.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33757141.post-115721440981951557</id><published>2006-09-02T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:03:37.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perdóname&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tu, un sueño perdido eres tú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Te busco en un mundo azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mi cumbre de amor eres tú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo, soy solo un atardecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Envuelto en tu cielo mujer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se muere igual que ayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Y es por ti, por lo que yo quiero vivir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No importa si piensas de mí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que no te puedo comprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perdóname por todo lo extraño que soy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quisiera decirte hoy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que sueño poderte alcanzar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No, tan solo es una ilusión&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pues siento que mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se ahoga en el mar de tu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33757141-115721440981951557?l=toomv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://toomv.blogspot.com/feeds/115721440981951557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33757141&amp;postID=115721440981951557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33757141/posts/default/115721440981951557'/><link rel='self' 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