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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;El cielo se pone rojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;y golpeo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Golpeo kon rabia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;A esa maldita paloma blanca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenso mi onda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;y arrojo mi odio ¡¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-8575605227687748070?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/TI__BoTRt6I/AAAAAAAAADk/RDOkymFhTCo/s72-c/fuckmoney2+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-489027608395290695</id><published>2010-05-09T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T15:04:35.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESDE EL HERMOSO RURAL..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/S-cxVAbnxjI/AAAAAAAAADM/KAwILpmBfcs/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469394509427623474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/S-cxVAbnxjI/AAAAAAAAADM/KAwILpmBfcs/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;KREI QUE MI MUNDO ESTABA DE CABEZA, Y LO SENTIA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERO FUE NUESTRO MUNDO QUE SE PUSO DE CABEZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y MI TIERRA SE QUEBRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMO QUERIENDO SACUDIRCE DE UNA PLAGA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TRUENO EN SUS ENTRAÑAS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE NOS HACE PENSAR EN LA MUERTE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECORDAR QUE A TODOS NOS ESPERA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EN LO QUE HEMOS VIVIDO Y EN LOS NUESTROS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA AMARGURA Y EL CANSANCIO DEL PRIMER MOMENTO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARA DESPUES OBSERVAR A MI PUEBLO CAIDO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DERROTA Y CONFUSION REXCORREN GALOPANTES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NUESTRO CAMPO Y NUESTRO MAR...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HERMOSO MAR QUE SIN QUERERE NOS QUITO VIDA, NOS ATEMORIZO...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BARRO, PAJA Y MADERA QUE NO RESISTIO LA FUERZA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LA GRAN FUERZA QUE SE SIGUE REPITIENDO A CADA DIA Y CADA NOCHE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PERO HE VISTO MI GENTE LEVANTARSE&lt;br /&gt;ALEGRIA LINDA DEL ESPIRITU HUMANO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE RESURGE Y A PIE FIRME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;COMIENZA A CAMINAR Y PENSAR EN TODOS LOS INVIERNOS VENIDEROS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y QUE VENCEREMOS ESTOIKAMENTE, COMUNITARIAMENTE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y NOSOTROS HUMILDES VOLUNTARIOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECORRIENDO CON NADA MAS QUE UNA SONRISA Y UN ABRAZO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y UNA GUITARRA QUE TIENE MUCHO MAS QUE RAZON,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y LA SEÑORA BERTA Y DON DAGO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE NOS ABREN SU CASA Y SU ALMA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNIENDONOS PARA SIEMPRE DE LA MANERA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAS SINCERA Y AMOROSA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;QUE EL SIEMPRE VENCEDOR ESPIRITU HUMANO NOS REGALA...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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SOÑABA QUE ESTO FUERA PARA SIEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;COMO ESAS HERMOSAS PAREJAS DE ANCIANOS&lt;br /&gt;AFERRADOS A SUS ARRUGADAS MANOS, JUNTAS, ETERNAS,&lt;br /&gt;SOÑE KON HIJOS, KON UNA FAMILIA TUYA Y MIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONDE TERMINO TODO??&lt;br /&gt;CUABNDO SEGUI SIENDO UN IMBECIL&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO NO TE DI LOS ESPACIOS&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO DEJE LA TERNURA Y NO TE REPETI MIL VECES&lt;br /&gt;K TE AMABA, KOMO DEBI HACERLO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONDE TERMINO TODO???&lt;br /&gt;DONDE DEJE DE COMPRENDER LOS ESPACIOS QUE LLENABAS...&lt;br /&gt;Y K HOY SOLO SON ABISMOS QUE CAEN A PEDAZOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODO TERMINO Y ME DUELE, ME MATA ADITIRLO&lt;br /&gt;QUIERO CREER QUE TODO TERMINO&lt;br /&gt;CUANDO TE FUISTE CON OTRO SIMPLEMENTE...&lt;br /&gt;SIMPLEMENTE DEJASTE DE AMARME,&lt;br /&gt;COMO LO HARIA UNA NIÑA...&lt;br /&gt; HOY ES TARDE Y QUIZAS PARA MI&lt;br /&gt;YA NO HAYA UN MAÑANA, COMO LO HAY PARA TI...&lt;br /&gt;Y EL PROXIMO 14 ESTES CELEBRANDO&lt;br /&gt;EL MALDITO DIA DEL AMOR&lt;br /&gt;MIENTRAS EL BARRO TRGA DE MI MIERDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONDE MIERDA TERMINO TODO???...&lt;br /&gt;Y HOY TUS PECHOS, TUS GEMIDOS Y TU BOCA&lt;br /&gt;YA NO SON MIOS...&lt;br /&gt;...ESTOY MUERTO POR DENTRO, ACABADO&lt;br /&gt;Y AUN NO ENCUENTRO UNA RESPUESTA&lt;br /&gt;DE LO MEDIOCRE QUE FUI CONTIGO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO SIENTO MUJER DE AGUA, NO ESTUBE A TU ALTURA...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-7012970518640904993?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/7012970518640904993/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=7012970518640904993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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desenkuentros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de momentos intensos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de sonrisas komplices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de sublimes gemidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de miradas perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-senmaskarando gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-struyendo mitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de destino incierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-spreciando las leyes de la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-ambulando sin sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    kon el solo sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de ir juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de vernos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de tokarnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de respirarnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de-spacio, diariamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-sentendidos de promesas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-skonozko los peligros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de perderte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de desilusionarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-spotriko por tu ser¡¡¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-svelandome en tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;de-sde tu pupila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    y hasta tu alma¡¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    deskontrolado en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de-skanso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de-ambulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de-saparezko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;    de-skiciado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;K+A+M+O+T+E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-2306701103737111647?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/2306701103737111647/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=2306701103737111647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/2306701103737111647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/2306701103737111647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2007/03/de.html' title='de...'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/Rfm5R0e5lFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/oSxTNh9xT-o/s72-c/kmt2+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-116951712051037359</id><published>2007-01-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T17:01:08.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUJER DE AGUA+ + +</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5295/1407/1600/748845/356486460_58ec90bf2c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5295/1407/320/389100/356486460_58ec90bf2c_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tu ojos cerrados mujer de agua&lt;br /&gt;descansa tu ser en mi cama,&lt;br /&gt;catre de bronce k no olvida tu quietud&lt;br /&gt;despues de la tormenta...&lt;br /&gt;MUJER DE AGUA K REPOSA TRANQUILA,&lt;br /&gt;CANDIDA Y FEMENINA&lt;br /&gt;KON UNA LEVE SONRISAPUCHERO,&lt;br /&gt;que aunque dormida,&lt;br /&gt;mantiene el instinto felino&lt;br /&gt;de ronrronear kon kada karicia.&lt;br /&gt;cuerpo tibio k alimenta mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;nada mas bello k tu ser estirado&lt;br /&gt;en el lugaR INTIMO DEL DESKANSO&lt;br /&gt;Y EL AMOR,&lt;br /&gt;MUJER DE AGUAesperando satisfecha&lt;br /&gt;la proxima tormenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;K+A+M+O+T+E&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-116951712051037359?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/116951712051037359/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=116951712051037359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/116951712051037359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/116951712051037359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2007/01/mujer-de-agua.html' title='MUJER DE AGUA+ + +'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112941884525034174</id><published>2005-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:58:08.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desamor + + +</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/col4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/320/col4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITARLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PERO KE TU NO LO ESKUCHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITARLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;LLENO DE LOS MAS BELLOS REKUERDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITAR AHOGADO EN ALKOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SALUD POR TI Y POR MI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;POR CUANDO REIMOS JUNTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y LLORAMOS EN LA CAMA DE ALEGRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITARLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y KE TU NO ESKUCHES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;KE TU NO LO SEPAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y ESTE SEA MI SILENCIOSO KASTIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PORQUE AUNQUE SE TE NOTA EN LOS OJOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;K ME EXTRAÑAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;K NO HAS OLVIDADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;MIS GRITOS DE MIMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;JAMAS LLEGARAN A TUS MALDITOS OIDOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;KE HAN ESCUCHADO EL SUSURRO DE OTROS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;EN ESTE TIEMPO KE PERDIMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;SOLO QUIERO GRITAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;K TE LLEVASTE MI ESENCIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;PERO ESTOY TRANQUILO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;POR QUE QUEDO EN HERMOSAS MANOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&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/15263175-112941884525034174?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112941884525034174/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112941884525034174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112941884525034174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112941884525034174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/10/desamor.html' title='desamor + + +'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112941806337808437</id><published>2005-10-15T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:14:23.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA VIDA:::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/col1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/320/col1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;LOS DIAS KORREN IRREPARABLEMANTE, ESKRITOS DE MOMENTOS INUNDADOS DE TERNURA Y AMOR, DE TODOS LOS TIPOS DE IMÁGENES, NOSTALGIAS Y SOMBRAS QUE KERO RESUCITAR PARA VOLVER A SENTIR QUE MI PECHO EXPLOTA DE ALEGRIA, MOMENTOS SIMPLES DE CARICIAS ETERNAS, SUSPIROS ANONIMOS QUE TE SUBYUGAN AL MALDITO Y ETERNO RECUERDO, PERO TAMBIEN EN LA MEMORIA QUEDAN TORMENTAS OSKURAS DE ALKOL Y LAGRIMAS, DE SOLEDADES Y AMIGOS QUE TAMBIEN SE ABURRIERON DE VERTE LLORAR, DE RASGAR UN MOMENTO EN QUE PERDI Y PERDI… HISTOTRIAS DE LUCHAS, HUMANAS Y SOLIDARIAS, DE LUCHAS KALLEJERAS ADRENALINA INDOMITA DE JUVENTUD REBELDE AHORA KON LA LUCIDES DE LOS AÑOS NO ME KEJO, SOLO VEO ESA HISTORIA MIA ESKRITA KON INTENSIDAD, MUCHAS VECES SIN FRENOS KON GENTE A LA QUE HERI, MENTI, TRAICIONE Y PERDONE, PERO TAMBIEN AME Y AME MUCHO, SIN ESKUDOS SIN RESGUARDOS INTENSAMENTE Y LO SIGO HACIENDO, SOLO QUE LOS HUMANOS MERECEDORES DE ESTA TERNURA SON MENOS QUE AYER…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-112941806337808437?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112941806337808437/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112941806337808437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112941806337808437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112941806337808437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/10/la-vida.html' title='LA VIDA:::'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112473792755997117</id><published>2005-08-22T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:59:01.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soneto2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SONETO DE LA MUJER AL SOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer al sol es todo mi deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Viene del mar, desnuda, con los brazos en cruz,&lt;br /&gt;y la flor de los labios abierta para el beso,&lt;br /&gt;y en la piel, refulgente, el polen de la luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una hermosa mujer, los senos en reposo&lt;br /&gt;y caliente de sol, nada más se precisa.&lt;br /&gt;El vientre terso, el pelo húmedo, y una sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;en la flor de los labios abierta para el gozo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer al sol sobre quien yo me arroje&lt;br /&gt;y a quien beba y me muerda y con quien me lamente&lt;br /&gt;y que al someterse se enfurezca y solloce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e intente rechazarme y que al sentirme ausente,&lt;br /&gt;me busque nuevamente y se quede a dormir&lt;br /&gt;cuando yo, apaciguado, me disponga a partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes - Brasil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/15263175-112473792755997117?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112473792755997117/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112473792755997117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112473792755997117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112473792755997117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/soneto2.html' title='soneto2'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112473784329110324</id><published>2005-08-22T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:09:40.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/320/116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SONETO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mujer que se arroja fría&lt;br /&gt;y lúbrica en los brazos, y a sus senos.&lt;br /&gt;Me aprieta, me besa y balbucea&lt;br /&gt;versos, rezos a Dios, votos obscenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mujer, flor de melancolía&lt;br /&gt;que ríe de mis pálidos recelos,&lt;br /&gt;la única entre todas a quien di&lt;br /&gt;caricias que jamás a otra daría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa mujer que a cada amor proclama&lt;br /&gt;la miseria y grandeza de quien ama&lt;br /&gt;y feliz de mis dientes guarda huella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Un mundo, esa mujer! Es una yegua&lt;br /&gt;quizás, pero en el marco de una cama&lt;br /&gt;nunca mujer alguna fue tan bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes - Brasil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/15263175-112473784329110324?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112473784329110324/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112473784329110324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112473784329110324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112473784329110324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/soneto-esa-mujer-que-se-arroja-fra-y.html' title=''/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112431595024796174</id><published>2005-08-17T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:00:05.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIMAS KON LITROS + + +</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Elaborando conjeturas&lt;br /&gt;Acerca de lo social&lt;br /&gt;En cualquier espacio urbano&lt;br /&gt;Kon un vinito en la mano&lt;br /&gt;Y la dialéctica en la boka&lt;br /&gt;Esperando casi con alma&lt;br /&gt;Infinita&lt;br /&gt;Que se de vuelta la tortilla,&lt;br /&gt;Será mucho?&lt;br /&gt;Que todo sea más justo&lt;br /&gt;Un vasito o un fusil?&lt;br /&gt;Musika kallejera&lt;br /&gt;Tags y graffitis&lt;br /&gt;Sonidos y formas&lt;br /&gt;Que moldean&lt;br /&gt;El humano urbano&lt;br /&gt;De nuestra amerika morena&lt;br /&gt;Morenaza de antaño&lt;br /&gt;Que hoy se tiñe rucia&lt;br /&gt;Para tararear&lt;br /&gt;Letras que no entiende,&lt;br /&gt;Y nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros nos refugiamos aquí,&lt;br /&gt;En estos bares,&lt;br /&gt;Peñas eternas de&lt;br /&gt;Brebajes chichoneskos&lt;br /&gt;Y huevitos duros,&lt;br /&gt;Refugiados esperando&lt;br /&gt;El llamado a las armas&lt;br /&gt;El llamado a una guerra&lt;br /&gt;Que nosotros no perdimos…¡¡¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/master.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/400/master.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-112431595024796174?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112431595024796174/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112431595024796174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112431595024796174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112431595024796174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/rimas-kon-litros.html' title='RIMAS KON LITROS + + +'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112424651099264246</id><published>2005-08-16T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:41:50.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POR TI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/kroquera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/400/kroquera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi corazón se alza&lt;br /&gt;En un espontáneo ahogo&lt;br /&gt;Voy a la confrontación&lt;br /&gt;Seducido por la adrenalina&lt;br /&gt;Del enfrentamiento&lt;br /&gt;Kontra la represión.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy existe&lt;br /&gt;Algo nuevo en mí,&lt;br /&gt;Es ternura en una lucha desigual&lt;br /&gt;Es amor a la semilla que traje al mundo&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo la certeza&lt;br /&gt;De que este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;No se expresa sometiéndome&lt;br /&gt;A este sucio sistema.&lt;br /&gt;Este amor se expresa&lt;br /&gt;Luchando por ti y por mí&lt;br /&gt;Porque crezcas en un entorno&lt;br /&gt;Un poko mas humano&lt;br /&gt;Y no cargues kon la kulpa&lt;br /&gt;Y la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;De la rendición de tu padre&lt;br /&gt;Y sus pares.&lt;/em&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/15263175-112424651099264246?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112424651099264246/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112424651099264246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424651099264246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424651099264246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/por-ti.html' title='POR TI...'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112424620247405974</id><published>2005-08-16T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:36:42.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA PIOJERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/400/foto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Piojera linda en tu kaos&lt;br /&gt;Memoria de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Y recuerdos de amor&lt;br /&gt;De cuando no venia solo&lt;br /&gt;De cuando no paraba de reír,&lt;br /&gt;De cuando todos estos viejos&lt;br /&gt;Me envidiaban,&lt;br /&gt;Piojera linda&lt;br /&gt;Parte de la historia colectiva&lt;br /&gt;Y de la mía.&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/15263175-112424620247405974?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112424620247405974/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112424620247405974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424620247405974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424620247405974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/la-piojera.html' title='LA PIOJERA'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112424594364469568</id><published>2005-08-16T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T19:34:01.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/cuac%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/400/cuac%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toma mil lágrimas de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Mil lagrimas de rabia&lt;br /&gt;Que tienes todo un mundo&lt;br /&gt;Donde esparcirlas,&lt;br /&gt;Para poder descansar&lt;br /&gt;De la tragedia de no tenerte&lt;br /&gt;De lo confuso que es&lt;br /&gt;Abrazar a otra y sentirte&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentir culpa,&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentir rabia,&lt;br /&gt;Solo mil lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Como sin sentido fue perderte&lt;br /&gt;En este instante&lt;br /&gt;enkonado en mi zoronka&lt;br /&gt;kon la rabia y la pena&lt;br /&gt;Del maldito…&lt;br /&gt;El invierno me sigue&lt;br /&gt;A todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Y las lagrimas se akabaron.&lt;/em&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/15263175-112424594364469568?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112424594364469568/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112424594364469568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424594364469568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112424594364469568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/lagrimas.html' title='LAGRIMAS'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15263175.post-112378959027674482</id><published>2005-08-11T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:46:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kanciones kon historia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/1600/30415832_084c838341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5295/1407/320/30415832_084c838341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;nunka voy a saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;si es mejor soñar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;nunka voy a saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;si es mejor dejar de hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;x eso preguntocuando voy a dejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;de estar en esta historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;sin principio ni final...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Es inkreible todos los rekuerdos kon que te puede akompañar una cancion o la diskografia de un grupo, para mi fue un cd de los cadillacs, en mp3 que me hizo rekordar viejicimos tiempos... recomiendo el compac: "bares y fondas" el tema galapagos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15263175-112378959027674482?l=rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/feeds/112378959027674482/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15263175&amp;postID=112378959027674482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112378959027674482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15263175/posts/default/112378959027674482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rimaskonlitros.blogspot.com/2005/08/kanciones-kon-historia.html' title='Kanciones kon historia...'/><author><name>CHARLY</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02104440841300620455</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8Ru6d1TKe50/SCMQB36sOGI/AAAAAAAAAAc/3BTSKcET9PM/S220/tags+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
