<?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-8937949381606487625</id><updated>2011-10-31T11:39:00.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUÍ NO HAY POESÍA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-4473999114617405728</id><published>2011-10-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T11:39:01.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Era la chica más linda del lugar... y ella lo sabía. Aunque no le hacía mucho caso al asunto. Igual que a mí, igual que a todos los que la miraban pensando que era lo más lindo que habían visto sus ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Algunas mujeres no necesitan un cuchillo para apuñalar a un hombre en el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ev-MgmlEOBQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Madrid'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ev-MgmlEOBQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-8309219656431090229</id><published>2009-12-24T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:52:17.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora me faltan las palabras ... y me sobran los gestos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Cuando los recuerdos pasan a buscarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y no hay lugar a donde ir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cuando no sabes qué decir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;después de tanto tiempo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"hola, qué ha sido de tu vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cómo fue que reaparecí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;en tus pensamientos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Qué hacer cuando vienen a visitarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sin aviso anticipado ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parece que les gusta lastimarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a esos fantasmas del pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que te atormentan y dejan muy mal herido ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;completamente perdido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;¿Ha de ir y venir el tiempo siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;como un efecto de la memoria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y en ese vaiven no piden permiso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;los fantasmas del pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nunca callan y nos dejan sin palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Puede postrarse uno frente a un espejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y ver como se tuerce la espalda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;con ese peso en los hombros ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Piensa y piensa en cómo volcarse sobre el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y cambiar los roles del destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y fija la mirada en el espejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;... se ven los ojos negros del olvido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(C.Orozco y J.Madrid)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-8309219656431090229?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8309219656431090229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=8309219656431090229' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8309219656431090229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8309219656431090229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahora-me-faltan-las-palabras-y-me.html' title='Ahora me faltan las palabras ... y me sobran los gestos.'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-5753768462682359053</id><published>2009-12-11T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:48:33.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué tan Lejos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Ojalá no nos hubiésemos conocido antes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;muchacha de cabellos negros.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá te hubiese dicho aquella noche lo que ahora no debo.&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá hubiera hecho aquella noche lo que ahora no puedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;lo que ahora no me atrevo ... lo que ahora no sé si quiero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es inútil que me mires como nunca debiste hacerlo,&lt;br /&gt;y me hables como si recién acabáramos de conocernos.&lt;br /&gt;Que me regales esa risa suave, el aire distraído de tu aliento ...&lt;br /&gt;que me acostumbre a tus manías y me hechice el aroma de tu cuerpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es inútil que pase todo eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creas niña que me resisto a tus encantos,&lt;br /&gt;eres lo más lindo que han visto mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;pero tú y yo sabemos  que no merezco tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Que entre el sufrimiento que te ofrezco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;y la promesa de amor eterno ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;te queda mejor el vestido blanco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Y a ése, que dice que te ama ... la corbata y el terno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Así es que dejemos para después la urgencia por sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;lo que nunca debimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Dejemos que las evidencias se escondan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;en los rincones del olvido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Y que los brazos largos de la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;se lleven tus caricias, tus miradas ... tu fragancia ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Y me dejen aquí, sólo conmigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8937949381606487625-5753768462682359053?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/5753768462682359053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=5753768462682359053' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/5753768462682359053'/><link rel='self' 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aún no ha pasado. Que me sigues haciendo daño, y me sigues gustando, y te sigo queriendo, y me sigues hiriendo, y sigues estando, aunque no te llame ... tú sigues viniendo. Muchacha de los ojos grandes, muchacha de las risas y desplantes, de las noches desveladas compartiendo el frio de las madrugadas ... de ese ir y venir después de tanto tiempo, de ese entrar y salir ... de mis sentimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yRYODHUUNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4yRYODHUUNk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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...'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-7065520982785490051</id><published>2009-06-10T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T15:47:13.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasemos a otro tema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se siente extraño hacer el viaje de regreso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y darse cuenta que nadie te espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Se siente raro hacer un viaje desde tan lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y darse cuenta que ya no estás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que los ojos que hoy no me miran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;y los labios que ahora callan en vez de hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no son ni la mirada, ni los besos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que yo vine a buscar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahora sé que es tiempo de irme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;está de mas decir que nadie me espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pero no quiero confundirte ni confundirme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...ni parecerme al tipo que quieres que fuera&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No tengo nada que llevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ya nada me pertenece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ni si quiera los escritos de hace algunos meses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;que a la distancia parecían halagar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pero que a fin de cuentas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cayeron en lugar equivocado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;nº7 calle melancolía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ahora, solo queda apurar éste café cargado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;solo queda tomar de un solo trago, ésta amarga bebida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...con sabor a despedida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-7065520982785490051?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/7065520982785490051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=7065520982785490051' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/7065520982785490051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/7065520982785490051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2009/06/pasemos-otro-tema.html' title='Pasemos a otro tema'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-2763781418451399750</id><published>2009-06-02T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:03:17.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Una noche en el Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; cuando no hay mas compañia que la ausencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; a veces cuesta trabajo estar con uno mismo. Y entonces te das cuenta que la más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; mínima distancia es demasiado, si del otro lado, está lo que en verdad te importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Y escribes ... lo que no puedes decir. Y dices ... lo que no puede oir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y las copas vacías sobre la mesa, la noche desvelada, el frio de la madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; ... son testigos mudos, de una extraña tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7qpfGVUd8c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T7qpfGVUd8c&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-2763781418451399750?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2763781418451399750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=2763781418451399750' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/2763781418451399750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/2763781418451399750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2009/06/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-8224164798374517952</id><published>2009-01-16T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:39:13.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vieja soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;Y después&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; de todo ... nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Después de nada, ojalá venga todo ... otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Aunque nosé para qué, si ya todo se rompió,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;se acabó la mágia, desviaste tu mirada hacia otros rumbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;...sin importarte a quién dejabas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sin importarte que era yo el que me quedaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;viendo como te marchabas, diciendo adiós ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;con ese silencio que gritabas a los cuatro vientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-8224164798374517952?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8224164798374517952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=8224164798374517952' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8224164798374517952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8224164798374517952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-vieja-soledad.html' title='La vieja soledad'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-6498400147381314562</id><published>2008-10-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:28:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmóvil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...y ahí estaba yo, completamente indefenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;traicionado por el destino y su traviesa manera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de organizar un encuentro inesperado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estabas como siempre, más linda que todas mis ilusiones juntas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...chiquilla de los ojos grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Pero esta vez tampoco estuvieron las risas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y sin embargo no faltaron los desplantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...y entonces fue cuando me di cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que no era a mi a quien sonreías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ni te alegrabas de ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que no era para mi esa bienvenida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y sí la mirada fria que conmigo sueles tener ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ese saludo distante/cortante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que lastima y deja muy mal herido ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;completamente jodido y sin saber qué hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;qué decir, qué sentir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cuando quedan &lt;em&gt;éstas ganas de nada ... menos de ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/6498400147381314562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/6498400147381314562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/10/despertar.html' title='Inmóvil'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-6108544278748525012</id><published>2008-09-02T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T16:30:44.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos los días parecen Domingo ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando al punto final de los finales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no le siguen puntos suspensivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y el tiempo se detiene y se queda conmigo ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sentado ... en el asfalto de calle melancolía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando la botella de vino está vacía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y hago del Lunes un Viernes ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En la escalera me siento a silbar mi melodía&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y me quedo a esperar ... a ver si vienes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-6108544278748525012?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/6108544278748525012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=6108544278748525012' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/6108544278748525012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/6108544278748525012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/09/todos-los-das-parecen-domingo.html' title='Todos los días parecen Domingo ...'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-8989034780685912996</id><published>2008-08-29T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:53:17.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que Tú Quieras Oir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z3J1uzd0Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/12Z3J1uzd0Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-8989034780685912996?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/8989034780685912996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=8989034780685912996' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8989034780685912996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/8989034780685912996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/lo-que-t-quieras-oir.html' title='Lo que Tú Quieras Oir'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-1346439867842442815</id><published>2008-08-18T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:42:54.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTINO TRAIDOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... y ahora tus miradas ya no me pertenecen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sé que esperas a alguien, pero no es a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bien dicen que dicen los que dicen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que ahora vas vestida sólo para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... y entonces? ... empezamos a jugar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a que nunca te quise y nunca me quisiste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que nunca te tuve y nunca me tuviste,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ni siquiera en sueños ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;parecían tan grandes los amores pequeños&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que vagaban por las sendas del azar ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No tienes idea lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frío&lt;/span&gt; que es &lt;em&gt;el calor del amor en un bar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-1346439867842442815?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1346439867842442815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=1346439867842442815' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/1346439867842442815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/1346439867842442815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/08/destino-traidor.html' title='DESTINO TRAIDOR'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-1014066043585253735</id><published>2008-07-17T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T17:49:17.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... sin marcar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Han pasado meses desde la última vez que hablamos, no sé nada de ti desde entonces. Me consuela saber que puedo verte en mis sueños y es por eso que ahora duermo más que antes, quiero pensar que a ti te pasa lo mismo pero sé que no es cierto. Como podría &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;serlo&lt;/span&gt;. A veces sueño que me hablas y sonríes y dices cosas que nunca habías dicho y que me quieres. Yo hubiera querido quererte, pero no pude. Me cuesta imaginar que lo que vivimos juntos se haya vuelto un recuerdo más y que ahora sea solo nostalgia. Eso es poco frente al dolor, bien dicen que la memoria es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;incapaz&lt;/span&gt; de resucitar la emoción.&lt;br /&gt;No terminaré esto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pidiéndote&lt;/span&gt; que me escribas. No hagas nada. Sigue dándome ese silencio (que debería estar penado por ley), pues eres libre de hacer lo que quieras. Recuerda que no estoy empeñado en que no haya nadie a tu alrededor y como lo nuestro no pudo ser, pues que alguien lo disfrute. Te recuerdo siempre con mucho cariño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-1014066043585253735?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/1014066043585253735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=1014066043585253735' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/1014066043585253735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/1014066043585253735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/07/sin-maracar.html' title='... sin marcar'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-4396219739209444597</id><published>2008-06-22T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T16:35:06.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora (una versión más)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SF7g7vni4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/RTOluW4MxgU/s1600-h/aunque+tu+no+lo+sepas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214852735540846738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SF7g7vni4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/RTOluW4MxgU/s320/aunque+tu+no+lo+sepas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahora que no hago tantos excesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que hize a un lado el Nescafé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que no te robo besos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que no me quieres ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que duermo despierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que tengo el alma vacía,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que no me molesta imaginarme muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora que nose, cuando venga la alegria ...&lt;/span&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/8937949381606487625-4396219739209444597?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/4396219739209444597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=4396219739209444597' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/4396219739209444597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/4396219739209444597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahora-una-versin-ms.html' title='Ahora (una versión más)'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SF7g7vni4JI/AAAAAAAAABM/RTOluW4MxgU/s72-c/aunque+tu+no+lo+sepas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-2338762437957312241</id><published>2008-04-28T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:10:34.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Martes en el Munich</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SBaDMNyTS5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/waIndFdTzSk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194483466100755346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SBaDMNyTS5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/waIndFdTzSk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una noche más en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;donde siempre te quise traer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y a donde rehusaste a venir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;como toda una chica de su casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ahora ya nada importa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;te fuiste como viniste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...sin darme cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Solo dejaste algunos discos y unas revistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(que duelen más que tu ausencia),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;solo esas pocas evidencias quedaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cuando algun día, en algun lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... nuestros senderos se cruzaron ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-2338762437957312241?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/2338762437957312241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=2338762437957312241' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/2338762437957312241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/2338762437957312241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/un-martes-en-el-munich.html' title='Un Martes en el Munich'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SBaDMNyTS5I/AAAAAAAAAAs/waIndFdTzSk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-3512961493040360153</id><published>2008-04-28T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T13:46:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confesión</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Es una noche infame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;debo confesarlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no puedo dejar de extrañarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;¿qué quieres?, no puedo evitarlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;no puedo dejar de pensar en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;y te lo digo así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;sin pena ni gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;después que haz decidido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;poner fin a esta historia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;... que nunca debió concluir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8937949381606487625-3512961493040360153?l=estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/feeds/3512961493040360153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8937949381606487625&amp;postID=3512961493040360153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/3512961493040360153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8937949381606487625/posts/default/3512961493040360153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estonoespoesia2.blogspot.com/2008/04/confesin.html' title='Confesión'/><author><name>J.Madrid</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17990983228274509396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5UPw0_tkGlw/TiXMrtJyBnI/AAAAAAAAADY/_aRUHq_qgLU/s220/tumblr_l6nf3oIM2Q1qau50i.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8937949381606487625.post-8037181176562258817</id><published>2008-04-25T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T15:29:51.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SBJY1tyTS1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ByKNwj5yBPw/s1600-h/sofa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193311000158489426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h3-lFGcyDLk/SBJY1tyTS1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ByKNwj5yBPw/s320/sofa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Este adiós apresurado y tristón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no deja mucho espacio para muestras de cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;excepto las mías, cuando como un niño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;busco el calor de tus brazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pero tú me niegas esos abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y el roce urgente de tu piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y te vas dejándome la hiel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;triste y amarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;de esa distancia imaginaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;que no tienes pensado interrumir ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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