<?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-7301346</id><updated>2011-12-12T15:01:46.168-03:00</updated><title type='text'>unknown pleasures</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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cuerpos se entrelazan&lt;br /&gt;admirando lo creado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las mentes se abstraen,&lt;br /&gt;hablan los sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;ahora dos se vuelven uno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el espacio se convierte&lt;br /&gt;en el espectador de esta velada,&lt;br /&gt;de este vicio de amarte con locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuestras almas se regocijan.&lt;br /&gt;tu deseo me provoca,&lt;br /&gt;me revela lo mas puro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos despojamos de todo,&lt;br /&gt;nos entregamos al hábito de este amor&lt;br /&gt;que es nuestra adicción.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-2584439821837022848?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/2584439821837022848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>la calma de verte,&lt;br /&gt;la calma de escucharte.&lt;br /&gt;tan encendida estas,&lt;br /&gt;tan llena de luz tu sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la calma de sentirte.&lt;br /&gt;cuando te toco, &lt;br /&gt;todo se vuelve arte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu voz calma mis miedos,&lt;br /&gt;esos rastros de dolor&lt;br /&gt;que habitan indefensos.&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo entero junto al mio&lt;br /&gt;refleja verdades,&lt;br /&gt;una virtud tan tuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que placer tan grato &lt;br /&gt;es poder habitar tu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;poder sentir la plenitud.&lt;br /&gt;tu calma es mi guarida&lt;br /&gt;ese lugar habitable solo para las dos,&lt;br /&gt;con vos completo &lt;br /&gt;lo que antes estaba inconcluso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vos me completas,&lt;br /&gt;te convertis en una necesidad,&lt;br /&gt;en una eterna realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-3370150771933174097</id><published>2009-04-16T01:28:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T01:35:55.668-03:00</updated><title type='text'>si aqui estoy</title><content type='html'>Aquí estoy, si todavía firme&lt;br /&gt;Aunque el pedestal se rompió&lt;br /&gt;Todavía habitas eso no hay duda&lt;br /&gt;Todavía merodeas mis recovecos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que la ausencia deja huellas&lt;br /&gt;Esas huellas intermitentes, esos sonidos de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Esa brisa de otoño que vuelve sin que nos demos cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;También ahora se que la vida da respuestas&lt;br /&gt;A esa inquebrantable soledad le sigue la compania &lt;br /&gt;y a esa companía la eterna soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hombre solo vive de momentos escuche por ahi&lt;br /&gt;que no aprovecha, que solo se da cuenta cuando ya no están&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes una cosa, las palabras siempre quedan&lt;br /&gt;las letras, los acordes, la melodía&lt;br /&gt;de eso que fue mágico.&lt;br /&gt;De eso irrepetible, de eso fugaz y a veces incomprensible&lt;br /&gt;de eso que la brisa se ocupo de apagar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-3370150771933174097?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/3370150771933174097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=3370150771933174097' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/3370150771933174097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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manos en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;que privilegio tan humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Padecimos la instancia de amar sin corresponder&lt;br /&gt;Pero pronto un solo sentimiento te invadirá.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dejas cuidar tu alma&lt;br /&gt;que en otro tiempo quiso evaporarse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluir en un mundo sin color&lt;br /&gt;Que viéndote encuentra pigmentos&lt;br /&gt;antes impensados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que tu caricia crea…&lt;br /&gt;Así mi piel deseara dejar la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pienso en tu soñar&lt;br /&gt;solo veo puentes a punto de cruzar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-7014250153086248349?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/7014250153086248349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=7014250153086248349' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/7014250153086248349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/7014250153086248349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2008/02/dormida-estas-lucirnagas-te-recorren.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-6994104043953434403</id><published>2007-08-10T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:20:23.468-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jugas con mi silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Te metes en mi insomnio.&lt;br /&gt;Logras que mis manos se adormezcan,&lt;br /&gt;junto a este papel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiante y serena habitas mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;yo creo que sos como el día.&lt;br /&gt;Llevame al elixir dulce niebla&lt;br /&gt;que empaña aquel espejo.&lt;br /&gt;Ese espejo casi transparente,&lt;br /&gt;ese caleidoscopio a punto de caer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu imagen se multiplica, es infinita&lt;br /&gt;Sos el perfume que se impregna en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;ahora respiro tu universo.&lt;br /&gt;Días grises quedaron en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no hago más que extrañarte&lt;br /&gt;Te imagino en mi mente lúdica&lt;br /&gt;sentada frente al río y yo te beso la frente.&lt;br /&gt;Y la bruma desaparece…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo, todo es tan efímero&lt;br /&gt;y el peso de este almanaque que agobia.&lt;br /&gt;Transeúntes ya sin alma, nunca dicen la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos somos parte de un ritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juguemos a no tener nada&lt;br /&gt;a sobrevivir sin esas sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Olvidemos todo y durmámonos sobre la orilla…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-6994104043953434403?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/6994104043953434403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=6994104043953434403' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/6994104043953434403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/6994104043953434403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2007/08/jugas-con-mi-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-5751725743413275867</id><published>2007-08-10T00:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:16:54.521-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A veces quisiera vivir bajo el sol (con vos)&lt;br /&gt;Y se que no es tan complejo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque al mirar tus pupilas sonrientes&lt;br /&gt;puedo sentir que todo es posible.&lt;br /&gt;Porque al rozar tu piel que es mi guia&lt;br /&gt;yo lograre viajar a la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo y el mio se fundieron bajo la luna.&lt;br /&gt;Y ya nada podra crear abismos&lt;br /&gt;solo veo luz al final de tu rio.&lt;br /&gt;La melodía que sale de tu boca (tan conocida)&lt;br /&gt;es la musica más hermosa que oi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento que se evapora el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;El miedo ya no es mi enemigo&lt;br /&gt;lo extravie hace rato.&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de volar lejos&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de vivir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-5751725743413275867?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/5751725743413275867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=5751725743413275867' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/5751725743413275867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/5751725743413275867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2007/08/veces-quisiera-vivir-bajo-el-sol-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-7367660789687492023</id><published>2007-08-09T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T00:06:28.657-03:00</updated><title type='text'>a veces no entiendo el silencio</title><content type='html'>zigzageo emocional cubre mis dias&lt;br /&gt;descubrirme en tu soñar&lt;br /&gt;sera mi calma final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rodear tu aura carmin&lt;br /&gt;resurgir con tu ritual.&lt;br /&gt;armando espacios en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;(construcciones indestructibles)&lt;br /&gt;creando paisajes en tu vientre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merodear en la llovizna me canso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-7367660789687492023?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/7367660789687492023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=7367660789687492023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/7367660789687492023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/7367660789687492023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2007/08/veces-no-entiendo-el-silencio.html' title='a veces no entiendo el silencio'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114464172436069112</id><published>2006-04-10T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:02:04.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El corre en esta noche donde todo parece morir, donde se entremezcla lo onírico y el paisaje.&lt;br /&gt;Un mar solitario lo espera, que por más que haya brisa lo escucha, que lo ve entero aunque haya bruma.&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia no cesa, empapa sus ropajes pero no impide su llanto. Su cuerpo se rinde en este escenario, donde no habitan sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su único consuelo es esa agua cristalina que baña la atmósfera, que no puede dejarlo ahora, lo toma por completo en esta noche aun fértil.&lt;br /&gt;El trote vence su esqueleto, así pequeño posa su cuerpo en la orilla escuchando el sonido de esas  olas que aturden. Adentrándose en la esfera convertida en oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su mirada se pierde junto con la agonía, los fantasmas sonríen. Así duerme agazapado, con el rostro en la arena. Se ve que hay un cómplice debajo de este inmortal, que escapa de su cruel realidad, que comprende un futuro no tan incierto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114464172436069112?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114464172436069112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114464172436069112' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114464172436069112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114464172436069112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/04/el-corre-en-esta-noche-donde-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114325691724990342</id><published>2006-03-25T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:21:57.263-03:00</updated><title type='text'>autentica bruma</title><content type='html'>Dame la mano si queres respirar,&lt;br /&gt;toca mis pupilas si queres sentir el despertar.&lt;br /&gt;Senti mi cuerpo rozar tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soña que el día te cubra de azul&lt;br /&gt;y la noche pasara sin más que decirte.&lt;br /&gt;Sin más que reprocharte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo neblina te invade&lt;br /&gt;Solo de musgos hecha estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina del olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Diosa del karma eterno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114325691724990342?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114325691724990342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114325691724990342' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114325691724990342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114325691724990342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/03/autentica-bruma.html' title='autentica bruma'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114256786280108032</id><published>2006-03-17T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:35:55.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>antes del amanecer</title><content type='html'>Subimos a un faro, abandonado ya&lt;br /&gt;seguro que por algún mortal.&lt;br /&gt;Nose porque pero amaba los lugares desiertos&lt;br /&gt;que tanto miedo te daban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importaba que la niebla nos cegara.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sentí en un instante, es más lo vi,&lt;br /&gt;que tus ojos eran esa luz que faltaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con vos cualquiera podía guiarse, si lo hacia bien.&lt;br /&gt;No era tan fácil, pero creo que lo más interesante era disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;ese paisaje lúdico, hasta que te adueñabas de mi lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbiendo mis suspiros con tu boca tan roja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan llena de vos estabas, solo pájaros cubrían ese halo&lt;br /&gt;de magnifica envidia.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque sabía que santa jamás serias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T e estabas por dormir pero logre sacarte otra sonrisa.&lt;br /&gt;Infinidad fuiste en el reflejo de aquel espejo roto&lt;br /&gt;que alguna vez intente obsequiarte, después que me dijeras&lt;br /&gt;que conmigo te alcanzaba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114256786280108032?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114256786280108032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114256786280108032' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114256786280108032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114256786280108032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/03/antes-del-amanecer.html' title='antes del amanecer'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114194083956877736</id><published>2006-03-09T18:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:51:59.300-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parece una broma, pero somos inmortales</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Estaba al borde de un cantero, una flor amarilla cualquiera. Me había detenido a encender un cigarrillo y me distraje mirándola. Fue un poco como si también la flor me mirara, esos contactos, a veces... Usted sabe, cualquiera los siente, eso que llaman la belleza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Justamente eso, la flor era bella, era una lindísima flor. Y yo estaba condenado, yo me iba a morir un día para siempre. La flor era hermosa, siempre habría flores para los hombres futuros. De golpe comprendí la nada, eso que había creído la paz, el término de la cadena. Yo me iba a morir y Luc ya estaba muerto, no habría nunca más una flor para alguien como nosotros, no habría nada, no habría absolutamente nada, y la nada era eso, que no hubiera nunca más una flor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;El fósforo encendido me abrasó los dedos. En la plaza salté a un autobús que iba a cualquier lado y me puse absurdamente a mirar, a mirar todo lo que se veía en la calle y todo lo que había en el autobús. Cuando llegamos al término mino, bajé y subí a otro autobús que llevaba a los suburbios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Toda la tarde, hasta entrada la noche, subí y bajé de los autobuses pensando en la flor y en Luc, buscando entre los pasajeros a alguien que se pareciera a Luc, a alguien que se pareciera a mí o a Luc, a alguien que pudiera ser yo otra vez, a alguien a quien mirar sabiendo que era yo, y luego dejarlo irse sin decirle nada, casi protegiéndolo para que siguiera por su pobre vida estúpida, su imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra imbécil vida fracasada hacia otra... &lt;/div&gt;Pagué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Una flor amarilla (Julio Cortazar)-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114194083956877736?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114194083956877736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114194083956877736' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114194083956877736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114194083956877736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/03/parece-una-broma-pero-somos-inmortales.html' title='Parece una broma, pero somos inmortales'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114039648276234164</id><published>2006-02-19T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:48:02.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonidos huellisticos</title><content type='html'>Mis hilos son de pasado aún.&lt;br /&gt;Que el viento se ocupa en descoser&lt;br /&gt;dentro mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero igual quiero mirarte y dejarme sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la agonía de contemplar tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;que se desvanece junto al mío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así veras quien soy.&lt;br /&gt;Construyendo pasajes cotidianos&lt;br /&gt;tejiendo cuerpos antes desechos por el día.&lt;br /&gt;Sembrando cualidades en vez de enfermedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que tenes un don magnifico&lt;br /&gt;de alegrarme con tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;de sentir ese reflejo que quedo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114039648276234164?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114039648276234164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114039648276234164' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114039648276234164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114039648276234164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/02/sonidos-huellisticos_19.html' title='Sonidos huellisticos'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-114039631942529585</id><published>2006-02-19T21:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T21:45:19.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/1024/FOSFOR%7E1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/400/FOSFOR%7E1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fire walk with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-114039631942529585?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/114039631942529585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=114039631942529585' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114039631942529585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/114039631942529585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/02/fire-walk-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113980181143823907</id><published>2006-02-13T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T00:36:51.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O make me a mask</title><content type='html'>Aún intento mantener la ubicuidad&lt;br /&gt;en este corto de novatos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[porque a veces deseo romper todo en verdad]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este postinfierno no es tan alarmante&lt;br /&gt;se nutre del collage generoso&lt;br /&gt;que ya es etéreo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algodones te rozan la mejilla.&lt;br /&gt;Tienen el tacto de esas alas&lt;br /&gt;tan rotas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preacordamos sentir&lt;br /&gt;en esta relación enfermiza&lt;br /&gt;pero todavía real.&lt;br /&gt;Do yo know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque ahora solo queremos emigrar&lt;br /&gt;Quizás no haya  realidad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113980181143823907?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113980181143823907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113980181143823907' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113980181143823907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113980181143823907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-make-me-mask.html' title='O make me a mask'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113920502517764598</id><published>2006-02-06T02:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T02:50:25.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>desorden biologico</title><content type='html'>Mi conciencia es una nave que viaja&lt;br /&gt;recogiendo instantáneas&lt;br /&gt;que entran en polución continuamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero deshabitar tus células&lt;br /&gt;y  entrar en vos en forma de embrión.&lt;br /&gt;De a poco en  los rastros&lt;br /&gt;de lo que fue tu alma aquella vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora pensar en el futuro me hurge.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que la gravedad de este espacio ficticio&lt;br /&gt;te lleve lejos mio.&lt;br /&gt;Admitamos que algo quedo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113920502517764598?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113920502517764598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113920502517764598' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113920502517764598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113920502517764598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/02/desorden-biologico.html' title='desorden biologico'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113864649961860066</id><published>2006-01-30T15:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:41:39.683-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/1024/000_0280.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/400/000_0280.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi caleidoscopio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113864649961860066?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113864649961860066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113864649961860066' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113864649961860066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113864649961860066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/01/mi-caleidoscopio.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113864427477212538</id><published>2006-01-30T13:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:04:34.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>melodia visual</title><content type='html'>En el cielo azul se ve el esquema&lt;br /&gt;donde se grafican tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Asi es tu forma de crear&lt;br /&gt;haciendo huecos en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Huecos en donde solo habita la luminancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy el organo que intenta sostener&lt;br /&gt;aun con fragilidad tu estante.&lt;br /&gt;Construyo un tubo neural&lt;br /&gt;donde poder asi viajar hacia la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Ambos navegantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre los dos es inevitable&lt;br /&gt;se va formando un largo surco.&lt;br /&gt;Pero los bordes se atraen&lt;br /&gt;la quimica persiste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113864427477212538?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113864427477212538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113864427477212538' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113864427477212538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113864427477212538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2006/01/melodia-visual.html' title='melodia visual'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113591100704270055</id><published>2005-12-29T23:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T23:51:21.140-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Analgesia</title><content type='html'>(eliminación reversible de la sensación de dolor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que no hay que gritarle a un sonambulo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero así es la parodia de quererte.&lt;br /&gt;Vicio viejo que no me deja de poseer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un punto donde invernar&lt;br /&gt;y ya no juzgaras mi sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clavame lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;No me nombres ya.&lt;br /&gt;Permitime gozar así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspira mi dolor en tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el viento me rozo&lt;br /&gt;supe que era el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me subo otra vez al trampolín.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora esta lleno de corazones&lt;br /&gt;a punto de sangrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113591100704270055?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113591100704270055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113591100704270055' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113591100704270055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113591100704270055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/analgesia.html' title='Analgesia'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113544640217423635</id><published>2005-12-24T13:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T15:43:17.236-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejalo ser</title><content type='html'>Vivamos sin relojes.&lt;br /&gt;Eternos pensantes&lt;br /&gt;que carcomen a la gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivamos sin historia.&lt;br /&gt;Solo sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Dame tu llanto pequeño errante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñando cristales me olvide&lt;br /&gt;que todo estaba dentro mio.&lt;br /&gt;Que el diamante que ayer descubri&lt;br /&gt;ya no estaba mas oculto.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora tiene presencia&lt;br /&gt;porque yo lo veo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la medianoche todos rien&lt;br /&gt;todo se enciende.&lt;br /&gt;Si solo somos estrellas hoy?&lt;br /&gt;Te animas ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Te adueñas tan facil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un espejo roto&lt;br /&gt;me develo la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;En esta noche de verano oculta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juga a que sea tu sol&lt;br /&gt;hasta que no te queden mas muecas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113544640217423635?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113544640217423635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113544640217423635' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113544640217423635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113544640217423635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/dejalo-ser.html' title='Dejalo ser'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113442600438037700</id><published>2005-12-12T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T19:20:04.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>who i am?</title><content type='html'>El cielo sabe que soy suelo virgen&lt;br /&gt;un poco extraño pero real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enveneno otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;De que color estoy hecho?&lt;br /&gt;Un coagulo cesante en mi cerebro&lt;br /&gt;irradia mieles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te siento diáfana luz maldita.&lt;br /&gt;Fluctuar sin más en un mundo sin color.&lt;br /&gt;La sordidez me aclara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113442600438037700?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113442600438037700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113442600438037700' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113442600438037700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113442600438037700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/who-i-am.html' title='who i am?'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113410447427454317</id><published>2005-12-09T02:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T02:10:32.243-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/1024/jardin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/400/jardin2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113410447427454317?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113410447427454317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113410447427454317' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113410447427454317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113410447427454317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113410411240058899</id><published>2005-12-09T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:55:12.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>instantes despues de quebrarme</title><content type='html'>Debajo de mi bañera habita gente.&lt;br /&gt;Los escucho cuando me hundo&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas habitualmente.&lt;br /&gt;En esa agua dulce que me tienta&lt;br /&gt;que me atrae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serán mis miedos enfermos&lt;br /&gt;diablos incrustados en lo subterráneo.&lt;br /&gt;A veces quisiera no volver a la superficie nunca&lt;br /&gt;pero algo me dice que no&lt;br /&gt;que hay algo mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respiro profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Vos me esperas tras la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Tomo aire nuevo&lt;br /&gt;que se mezcla y se hace raro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113410411240058899?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113410411240058899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113410411240058899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113410411240058899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113410411240058899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/instantes-despues-de-quebrarme.html' title='instantes despues de quebrarme'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113375441059834448</id><published>2005-12-04T18:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T00:49:43.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>..siento, escucho, sueño, subo..</title><content type='html'>Solo quiero escribir&lt;br /&gt;para no curarme de esta enfermedad.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cura sera alguna dia tu querer?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No existe estio mas cruel que el mio.&lt;br /&gt;Maldita vida que no da perdon.&lt;br /&gt;Angustia derramada en tintas&lt;br /&gt;que traspasan tejidos, abismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se si soy eterno&lt;br /&gt;si tendre alas o cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que abro mis ojos y paso el espejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vertigo austero no te vayas&lt;br /&gt;sacudiste fuerte en el vientre del enero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113375441059834448?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113375441059834448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113375441059834448' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113375441059834448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113375441059834448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/siento-escucho-sueo-subo.html' title='..siento, escucho, sueño, subo..'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113355450755957178</id><published>2005-12-02T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:15:07.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasado atrapado</title><content type='html'>Tus labios caminan primero.&lt;br /&gt;Desvariando el paisaje ínfimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras las llagas, lentas se esfuman&lt;br /&gt;solo veo rocío en mi jardín.&lt;br /&gt;Ya nada es hueco y en mis manos no hay temor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvisto harapos del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;La luz desprevenida creo un espejismo&lt;br /&gt;rescatando la quietud.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo desentierra sus anclas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque mi mente no tenga remedio&lt;br /&gt;la enfermedad no es en vano.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora intuyo el nuevo lenguaje.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo siente otra vibración.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La sangre despierta, con un nuevo color.&lt;br /&gt;Los recuerdos ya cesan..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113355450755957178?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113355450755957178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113355450755957178' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113355450755957178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113355450755957178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/12/pasado-atrapado.html' title='Pasado atrapado'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113339032982898908</id><published>2005-11-30T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:41:26.163-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/1024/J0284916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/1484/400/J0284916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..De pronto comenzo&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi piel llamaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una magia una pulsion&lt;br /&gt;estaba conmigo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113339032982898908?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113339032982898908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113339032982898908' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113339032982898908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113339032982898908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-113338951251445946</id><published>2005-11-30T19:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T19:27:39.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ausencia de palabras</title><content type='html'>Rompeme como a un muñeco de tu estante&lt;br /&gt;Soñame en mi tumba ese dia gris que se acerca&lt;br /&gt;Bebeme despacio con un rojo que hunde venas.&lt;br /&gt;Hambre de vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soplemos aires bien fuerte&lt;br /&gt;que todo se hunda en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;Al menos yo puedo tocarte&lt;br /&gt;Tu solo miras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rompeme el alba&lt;br /&gt;Vino fértil que endulza sin pudor&lt;br /&gt;Mi tierna boca que se rinde ante el placer de alumbrate&lt;br /&gt;Con una luz que todavía no halle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadista errante me hurge adueñarte&lt;br /&gt;Me hurge respirate&lt;br /&gt;Ladron de madrugada que mordio mis pieles enroscadas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-113338951251445946?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/113338951251445946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=113338951251445946' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113338951251445946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/113338951251445946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/11/ausencia-de-palabras.html' title='Ausencia de palabras'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-112192637905004805</id><published>2005-07-21T03:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T03:12:59.053-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/calesita.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/calesita.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-112192637905004805?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/112192637905004805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=112192637905004805' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/112192637905004805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/112192637905004805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-112192628764897393</id><published>2005-07-21T02:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T03:11:27.653-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Uno deambula por distintos caminos&lt;br /&gt;que suelen ser siempre los mismos.&lt;br /&gt;La monotonía de estos y la gente me termina por abrumar.&lt;br /&gt;Soy una sombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay algo que nos golpea hasta cansarse.&lt;br /&gt;No nos deja respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vida no da respuestas, al menos la que yo transito.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás este camino no es el mío&lt;br /&gt;pero porque es tan difícil encontrarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Todo puede cambiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque siempre cuando necesito un abrazo no esta.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que tengo no me alcanza, porque te tengo y no te siento.&lt;br /&gt;Será que el tiempo nos termina de gastar.&lt;br /&gt;Será que  todo es un sueño del que quiero despertar&lt;br /&gt;porque te veo al lado mío como un simple esqueleto.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no necesito un corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya agote mis recursos.&lt;br /&gt;Jugué toda las batallas y sabes lo que paso.&lt;br /&gt;Enséñame a rezar otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás esto me esperaba tu supuesto Dios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logro divertirme con nada&lt;br /&gt;les sonrío a los que no me  ven.&lt;br /&gt;Abrazo fantasmas y aun así espero que el abrazo vuelva.&lt;br /&gt;Pero acá estoy, persisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo puedo escribir depresiones.&lt;br /&gt;La realidad me venció y así me voy por un rato&lt;br /&gt;a tratar de conseguir algo por otra parte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-112192628764897393?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/112192628764897393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=112192628764897393' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/112192628764897393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/112192628764897393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111998533105276777</id><published>2005-06-28T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T19:13:28.663-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice in wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/ALICIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/ALICIA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/BIOS 0 260.shtml&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién sabe Alicia éste país no estuvo hecho porque sí.&lt;br /&gt;Te vas a ir, vas a salir pero te quedas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿dónde más vas a ir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos en la tierra de todos, en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el pasado y sobre el futuro&lt;br /&gt;ruinas sobre ruinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Conta lo que hay detrás de aquel espejo..&lt;br /&gt;..Que no se acabe el juego que te hace feliz..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111998533105276777?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111998533105276777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111998533105276777' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111998533105276777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111998533105276777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in wonderland'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111975266523144557</id><published>2005-06-25T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:12:20.246-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucy in the sky with diamonds</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;si si al fin apareci señores lectores de este blog!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy me siento así con ganas de volar bien alto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque estoy feliz!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las cosas parecen acomodarse de a poquito y eso me gusta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada mejor que con este hermoso tema y este discaso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que es altamente recomendable (Sgt pepper)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;salute!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagínate a tí mismo sobre un bote en un río&lt;br /&gt;con árboles de mandarina y cielos de mermelada.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien te llama y tú contestas un poco lento.&lt;br /&gt;Una chica con ojos caleidoscópicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flores de celofán de amarillo y verde&lt;br /&gt;elevándose sobre tu cabeza&lt;br /&gt;buscan a la chica con el sol en sus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Y ella no está.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Síguela hasta el puente sobre el manantial&lt;br /&gt;donde la gente en hamacas de caballito&lt;br /&gt;come tartas de malvavisco.&lt;br /&gt;Todos sonríen mientras tú navegas entre las flores&lt;br /&gt;que crecen tan increíblemente alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taxis de periódicos aparecen en la orilla&lt;br /&gt;esperando para llevarte.&lt;br /&gt;Sube atrás con tu cabeza en las nubes&lt;br /&gt;Y ya te has ido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagínate a tí mismo en un tren en la estación&lt;br /&gt;con maleteros de plastilina que tienen corbatas de vidrio.&lt;br /&gt;De repente alguien está allí, en el torniquete,&lt;br /&gt;La chica de los ojos caleidoscópicos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Lucy en el cielo con diamantes&lt;br /&gt;Lucy en el cielo con diamantes&lt;br /&gt;Lucy en el cielo con diamantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra y Música: The Beatles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111975266523144557?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111975266523144557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111975266523144557' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111975266523144557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111975266523144557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/lucy-in-sky-with-diamonds.html' title='Lucy in the sky with diamonds'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111975279634511959</id><published>2005-06-25T23:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T00:09:49.700-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/caleidoscopio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/caleidoscopio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjambres de grillos sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;Un tiempo sin tiempo y sin fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un planeta que nunca existió&lt;br /&gt;Dando vueltas y rodeando al sol.&lt;br /&gt;Círculos concéntricos aquí..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Un caleidoscopio abrí..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luces verdes brillan sobre mí&lt;br /&gt;En un tiempo sin tiempo y sin fin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111975279634511959?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111907152313554143</id><published>2005-06-19T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T02:48:08.153-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Intoxicación de mentes</title><content type='html'>Cuerpos carnosos deambulan.&lt;br /&gt;La gente sin alma tiene felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Los poetas se equivocan&lt;br /&gt;en este sitio la realidad les gana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Nos robaron la inocencia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rozamos cuerpos de bestias&lt;br /&gt;que nunca sentirán.&lt;br /&gt;Todo se suspende en este día&lt;br /&gt;donde nos trasladamos sin querer&lt;br /&gt;a otro hemisferio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fluctúan fantasmas borrosos.&lt;br /&gt;La muerte es un estado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada se define.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque quizás nos equivoquemos&lt;br /&gt;creemos estar en lo cierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Sos tan frágil..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo me remito a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;con eso me alcanza.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pienso que ya es tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Mi saciedad no se quiere curar&lt;br /&gt;porque mis pies pisan desiertos ajenos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo siento que vivo en lugares&lt;br /&gt;que nadie reconoce.&lt;br /&gt;Imprudente mente la mía&lt;br /&gt;que me lleva a estar acá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Busquemos un sitio en donde habitar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111907152313554143?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111907152313554143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111907152313554143' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907152313554143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907152313554143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/intoxicacin-de-mentes.html' title='Intoxicación de mentes'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111907054218728930</id><published>2005-06-18T01:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:55:42.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/corazon1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/corazon1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111907054218728930?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111907054218728930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111907054218728930' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907054218728930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907054218728930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111907006343041119</id><published>2005-06-18T01:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T01:47:43.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Behaviour</title><content type='html'>If you ever get close to a human&lt;br /&gt;and human behaviour&lt;br /&gt;be ready be ready to get confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's definitely, definitely, definitely no logic&lt;br /&gt;to human behaviour&lt;br /&gt;but yet so yet so irresistible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..And there's no map to human behaviour...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're terribly, terribly, terribly, terribly moody&lt;br /&gt;then all of a sudden turn happy.&lt;br /&gt;But, oh, to get involved in the exchange&lt;br /&gt;of human emotions is ever so ever so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's no map&lt;br /&gt;And a compass wouldn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Bjork)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111907006343041119?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111907006343041119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111907006343041119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907006343041119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111907006343041119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/human-behaviour.html' title='Human Behaviour'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111799334467847774</id><published>2005-06-05T17:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:03:59.590-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a part of the cure, or am I part of the disease?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111799334467847774?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111799334467847774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111799334467847774' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111799334467847774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111799334467847774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-part-of-cure-or-am-i-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111768904207030517</id><published>2005-06-02T06:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:14:36.356-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que enferma</title><content type='html'>No digas más nada, coce tus labios esta vez te lo pido yo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no logres bajar la mirada.&lt;br /&gt;Senti caer esa lagrima y supe que era la ultima, no me dio tristeza&lt;br /&gt;No me dio verguenza que todos me observen.&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo se que no estabas y eso me hizo bien.&lt;br /&gt;Todo esta al reves y no me importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duelos internos se acobijan aca.&lt;br /&gt;Marcas externas canalizan.&lt;br /&gt;Catarsis en tu nombre (ya fue suficiente).&lt;br /&gt;Rodar en este universo perfecto, me lleva al vacio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo intento nacer, brotar de nuevo en medio de esta sordidez&lt;br /&gt;mientras mis ojos se elevan al espacio exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Me podes decir que hago para cerrar abismos&lt;br /&gt;y abrir los baules llenos de sueños que enterre una vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encierro en un cofre mi cobardia y la junto con mi conciencia.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de disfrutar lo que enferma.&lt;br /&gt;Hago mal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111768904207030517?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111768904207030517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111768904207030517' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111768904207030517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111768904207030517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/lo-que-enferma.html' title='Lo que enferma'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111768947106193508</id><published>2005-06-02T02:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T02:29:24.333-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peces de Colores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que las distancias desaparezcan, cuando abra los ojos quiero que estés cerca.&lt;br /&gt;Que todas las cosas que pesan se vayan muy lejos y no vuelvan.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora se que mis pies están cada vez más lejos de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Si cierro los ojos estás cerca.&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;                                 (....Esta es la primera vez que sueño despierto....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que color es el viento? de que color es lo que siento?&lt;br /&gt;yo lo imagino todo azulado como las aguas de un lago.&lt;br /&gt;Peces de colores nadando a mi lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111768947106193508?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111768947106193508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111768947106193508' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111768947106193508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111768947106193508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/06/peces-de-colores-que-las-distancias.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111655408626405036</id><published>2005-05-20T03:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:03:29.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/tren.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/tren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendran lluvias suaves??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111655408626405036?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111655408626405036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111655408626405036' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111655408626405036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111655408626405036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/vendran-lluvias-suaves.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111655341906930951</id><published>2005-05-20T02:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:43:39.073-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Un camino a través del aire</title><content type='html'>Bajo la tierra más calido se evaporan&lt;br /&gt;gases de cien colores enmudecidos.&lt;br /&gt;Dibujos de mil antenas, albatros ciegos&lt;br /&gt;fluctúan al ritmo de mil ciempiés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los pétalos de cromo chocando con tus lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;La grama fina esparcida refugia hormigas.&lt;br /&gt;Líneas azules de antenas suicidas.&lt;br /&gt;Pequeños choques eléctricos en expansión&lt;br /&gt;como luciérnagas que miran el vació.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los pétalos de cromo chocando con tus lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo que no tiene mas color&lt;br /&gt;(Y las esquirlas una y otra vez )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra y Música:&lt;/strong&gt; Bauer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111655341906930951?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111655341906930951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111655341906930951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111655341906930951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111655341906930951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/un-camino-travs-del-aire.html' title='Un camino a través del aire'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111552056770928510</id><published>2005-05-07T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:51:03.316-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardin de extremidad.&lt;br /&gt;Estan todos invitados, habitenlo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111552056770928510?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111552056770928510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111552056770928510' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111552056770928510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111552056770928510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/jardin-de-extremidad.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111552046745640599</id><published>2005-05-07T23:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:52:22.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasajero en extinción</title><content type='html'>ay!, sus palabras ay!, mi esperanza&lt;br /&gt;muéstrame mis dudas enséñame a desconocer...&lt;br /&gt;ay!, cada paso ay!, desamparos&lt;br /&gt;avísame si atacan enséñame a proteger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invítame a vivir en lo profundo de mi ocaso... me elevaré!&lt;br /&gt;(soy un pasajero en extinción...)&lt;br /&gt;invítame a sentir en lo profundo de mi ocaso y me elevaré!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un brujo infértil derramó su lealtad&lt;br /&gt;la ouija muda acompañó su impiedad.&lt;br /&gt;Avísame si atacan enséñame su desnudez&lt;br /&gt;invítame a vivir en lo profundo del ocaso... estallaré&lt;br /&gt;(soy un pasajero en extinción)&lt;br /&gt;invítame a vivir en lo profundo de mi ocaso... estallaré&lt;br /&gt;(soy un pasajero en extinción)&lt;br /&gt;busqué... busqué soy un pasajero en extinción!&lt;br /&gt;busqué... busqué...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(algo de lo visto implora mis oídos, algo de lo usado viaja a mi lado)&lt;br /&gt;las palabras nacieron sin correr!&lt;br /&gt;(algo de lo visto implora mis oídos, algo de lo usado viaja...)&lt;br /&gt;un ángel ciego cansado de morder...&lt;br /&gt;mi cielo... un cielo de papel&lt;br /&gt;busqué...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y la imágen sola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra y Música:&lt;/strong&gt; Cabezones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111552046745640599?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111552046745640599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111552046745640599' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111552046745640599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111552046745640599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/pasajero-en-extincin.html' title='Pasajero en extinción'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111551655691562625' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111551655691562625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111551655691562625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111534511947298333</id><published>2005-05-05T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:49:54.553-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallazgo singular</title><content type='html'>Florecen por doquier las caricias en este invierno.&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos salen flechas directas hacia mí,&lt;br /&gt;tu perfecto blanco.&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca salen palabras&lt;br /&gt;con gusto a despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Siento tu pulso como nieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seducir no es más que un mero acierto&lt;br /&gt;por ganar tú intimidad.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas notas dan vueltas por mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;las descifro y las escribo en forma de versos.&lt;br /&gt;Vos les das musicalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agitación extrema...&lt;br /&gt;Fabrico mi mejor arma letal&lt;br /&gt;buscando y queriendo penetrar&lt;br /&gt;las vendas de tus venas.&lt;br /&gt;Conquistar quizás fue en vano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñar despierto a esta altura es normal.&lt;br /&gt;Amanecer sobre tus brazos es mi remoto fin.&lt;br /&gt;La noche puso fin a esta humilde escritura&lt;br /&gt;y ayudo a que esta noche toque tus manos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111534511947298333?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111534511947298333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111534511947298333' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111534511947298333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111534511947298333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/05/hallazgo-singular.html' title='Hallazgo singular'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111379696411634195</id><published>2005-04-18T05:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:06:24.793-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/nono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/nono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me encontraste?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111379696411634195?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111379696411634195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111379696411634195' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379696411634195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379696411634195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/04/me-encontraste.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111379452764541021</id><published>2005-04-18T04:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T01:05:55.760-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Transiciones</title><content type='html'>Mis soles se cayeron otra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Sentirse vacio es como abrazar&lt;br /&gt;un fantasma de lo eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escribir no me ata a nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no encuentro que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;cuando todos salen.&lt;br /&gt;Es el único remedio en esas noches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfermarse en verano...&lt;br /&gt;Enfermarse es el mayor placer,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me enfermo de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuera de foco intento construir.&lt;br /&gt;Salidas difusas me atraen.&lt;br /&gt;Todo a su tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Acepto tus invitaciones,&lt;br /&gt;la puerta se entreabrió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de a poco se van los silencios,&lt;br /&gt;habitan ruidos que no quiero callar.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que rompan todos los cristales&lt;br /&gt;de esta casa que transpira soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Que el viento seque todo lo derramado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111379452764541021?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111379452764541021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111379452764541021' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379452764541021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379452764541021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/04/transiciones.html' title='Transiciones'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111379400590404308</id><published>2005-04-18T04:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T00:41:37.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/Portrait___Kate_IIII_by_larafairie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/Portrait___Kate_IIII_by_larafairie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscame..desciframe...&lt;br /&gt;Sonambulo de dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(.Elijo mis confesiones.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felicidad de sentir que estas...&lt;br /&gt;Pertenesco a algun sitio...&lt;br /&gt;esta vez vuelo alto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111379400590404308?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111379400590404308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111379400590404308' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379400590404308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111379400590404308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/04/buscame.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-111180057376294826</id><published>2005-03-26T03:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T22:29:33.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Indicios de conciencia</title><content type='html'>Punto de llegada…&lt;br /&gt;Vos sos esa luz en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;La línea que me guía en esta ruta indómita.&lt;br /&gt;Deja volar tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Siempre se trata de buscar más allá…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días se hacen cortos.&lt;br /&gt;Pasamos por túneles que nos encierran,&lt;br /&gt;en el tiempo, en el pensamiento…&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas insisten aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruinas en acción…&lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan simple,&lt;br /&gt;mayor don de la naturaleza.&lt;br /&gt;No hundas tus penas,&lt;br /&gt;tu presagio no es tan malo como parecía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restos de ilusión…&lt;br /&gt;Una noche más así.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es como un trueno,&lt;br /&gt;simples destellos que se vuelven eternos&lt;br /&gt;nadando en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los comienzos parecen llegar…&lt;br /&gt;Los finales intentan ser felices…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-111180057376294826?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/111180057376294826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=111180057376294826' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111180057376294826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/111180057376294826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/03/indicios-de-conciencia.html' title='Indicios de conciencia'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110931212473284989</id><published>2005-02-25T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T03:15:24.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realismo atroz</title><content type='html'>Mirada perdida.&lt;br /&gt;Periodo de catarsis.&lt;br /&gt;Dormirse con la la ansiedad,&lt;br /&gt;en la piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pequeños rostros marcados&lt;br /&gt;en la conciencia,&lt;br /&gt;penetran pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragiles deseos, se vuelven&lt;br /&gt;Ciertos pasadisos.&lt;br /&gt;Formas equivocadas persisten&lt;br /&gt;en este regocigo de olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formas inalterables reposan aca&lt;br /&gt;No las ves?&lt;br /&gt;Se dibujan con tus manos.&lt;br /&gt;Te incendias tan rapido,&lt;br /&gt;el dolor se incrusta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cancion imborrable.&lt;br /&gt;Inconciencia diurna.&lt;br /&gt;Palabras olvidables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El silencio llego a tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;Alguien escucho las oraciones&lt;br /&gt;Que esconden tesoros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el ultimo día,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero vanidad.&lt;br /&gt;Habitan las frases gastadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobran sueños..&lt;br /&gt;Nadie quiere esperar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110931212473284989?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110931212473284989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110931212473284989' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110931212473284989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110931212473284989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/realismo-atroz.html' title='Realismo atroz'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110827569522198500</id><published>2005-02-12T08:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:21:35.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ámbar</title><content type='html'>Transitar por el laberinto&lt;br /&gt;que habita en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;es un doble riesgo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podrías ayudarme&lt;br /&gt;a encontrar la salida,&lt;br /&gt;y hacer mas amenos mis días.&lt;br /&gt;Mi ser indomable noto tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;escucho tus suspiros como ecos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco esa frase que siempre soñe,&lt;br /&gt;talvez la encuentre en vos.&lt;br /&gt;Llevame a la plenitud dulce luciérnaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi alter ego me lleva a otros sitios.&lt;br /&gt;Expandirse de esta bruma, que se aloja en mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi ámbar voy hacia ti…&lt;br /&gt;Conocerte es mi sendero,&lt;br /&gt;Explorarte mi perdición.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110827569522198500?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110827569522198500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110827569522198500' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827569522198500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827569522198500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/mbar.html' title='Ámbar'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110827545613638990</id><published>2005-02-12T08:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:24:33.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/bello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/bello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110827545613638990?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110827545613638990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110827545613638990' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827545613638990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827545613638990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post_12.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110827541363911394</id><published>2005-02-12T08:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:22:48.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer...</title><content type='html'>Ayer había susurros en mis oídos,&lt;br /&gt;Tu flor se abría,&lt;br /&gt;Tus pétalos volaban con el aire fresco,&lt;br /&gt;que se renovaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentados por la magia,&lt;br /&gt;corríamos tras esa imagen.&lt;br /&gt;La armonía culminaba,&lt;br /&gt;en tu bella sonrisa, que se reflejaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemple el elixir de los días,&lt;br /&gt;en tu companía.&lt;br /&gt;Esta hermosa locura,&lt;br /&gt;dejo huellas profundas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo verte a veces,&lt;br /&gt;quizás solo se, que eras fugaz…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110827541363911394?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110827541363911394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110827541363911394' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827541363911394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110827541363911394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/ayer.html' title='Ayer...'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110814899352902882</id><published>2005-02-11T21:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:09:53.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis ojos</title><content type='html'>Mis ojos cobran vida al abrirse,&lt;br /&gt;Son testigos de esta humanidad.&lt;br /&gt;A veces solo quieren cerrarse,&lt;br /&gt;para no ver injusticia,&lt;br /&gt;para solo olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes parecían no ver,&lt;br /&gt;en mi ceguera habitual.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora el sol los obliga,&lt;br /&gt;a formar parte del cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;A filmar su propia aventura,&lt;br /&gt;que solo quedara grabada en mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos se reflejan,&lt;br /&gt;vuelven a revivir.&lt;br /&gt;Queriendo llegar a la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;No se quieren perder los tuyos…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110814899352902882?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110814899352902882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110814899352902882' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110814899352902882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110814899352902882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/mis-ojos.html' title='Mis ojos'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110814905446281129</id><published>2005-02-11T16:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T16:10:54.463-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/000_0046.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/000_0046.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110757330915875444' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110757330915875444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110757330915875444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110757327143056004</id><published>2005-02-04T05:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T00:14:31.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Capsula</title><content type='html'>En este paisaje siniestro,&lt;br /&gt;Te estas volviendo tan habitual en mí.&lt;br /&gt;Busco desposarme del ayer,&lt;br /&gt;En esta oscuridad, nuestros silencios persisten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invento una maquina de la felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;pero solo logra alejarnos,&lt;br /&gt;deseando lo inalcanzable.&lt;br /&gt;Llevándonos allí al borde del camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus aguas se vuelven turbias (tu rostro cambia),&lt;br /&gt;tu lenguaje es inentendible (ya se convirtió).&lt;br /&gt;Los nubarrones ya se divisan (en esta lluvia),&lt;br /&gt;en esta monotonía que se vuelve obsesión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame descifrar tu coartada,&lt;br /&gt;antes de que esto se evapore,&lt;br /&gt;porque en mi espejo aún estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo así entero,&lt;br /&gt;con ganas de volver a empezar.&lt;br /&gt;Olvidemos el dolor, haciéndolo carne.&lt;br /&gt;Quédate conmigo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110757327143056004?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110757327143056004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110757327143056004' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110757327143056004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110757327143056004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/02/capsula.html' title='Capsula'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110567851771346810</id><published>2005-01-14T18:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:59:34.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/1-641356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/1-641356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567851771346810?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110567851771346810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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hoy</title><content type='html'>Mi sueño de hoy,&lt;br /&gt;mi sueño de ayer,&lt;br /&gt;mi sueño que es,&lt;br /&gt;tan solo tu querer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así mientras la luna brille,&lt;br /&gt;y el sol no caiga, yo estaré feliz .&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño de luz, como en la niñez,&lt;br /&gt;un sueño que es un dulce amanecer . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así mientras la luna brille,&lt;br /&gt;y el sol no caiga yo estaré feliz .&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño de luz, como un amanecer .&lt;br /&gt;no pasará al olvido . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sueño de hoy,&lt;br /&gt;mi sueño de ayer,&lt;br /&gt;mi sueño que es,&lt;br /&gt;para siempre tu querer . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Letra y Mùsica: Luis Alberto Spinetta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567833629533796?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110567761877250688</id><published>2005-01-14T06:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:40:18.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Medianoche fugaz</title><content type='html'>Hoy quiero que mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;se fundan en vos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En este pequeño universo,&lt;br /&gt;tu ángel entro en mí.&lt;br /&gt;El llanto se fue,&lt;br /&gt;con la brisa del nogal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me aleje de la cornisa,&lt;br /&gt;emprendiendo un viaje.&lt;br /&gt;Donde logro crear,&lt;br /&gt;mi propio halo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan claro,&lt;br /&gt;aunque las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;me ciegan con su luz de verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567761877250688?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110567672244485381</id><published>2005-01-14T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:25:22.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/1-745403.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/1-745403.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567672244485381?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110567672244485381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110567672244485381' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110567672244485381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110567672244485381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/01/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110567553318944164</id><published>2005-01-14T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T01:05:33.190-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Laberinto de pasiones</title><content type='html'>Ya me canse de pedir perdon,&lt;br /&gt;de seguir esprando respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia moja mi soledad,&lt;br /&gt;fabrico murallas en el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras solo me hacen daño,&lt;br /&gt;deseo transitar otro camino.&lt;br /&gt;Ya nose que es lo correcto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu rostro en mi sien,&lt;br /&gt;juega sin cesar.&lt;br /&gt;Sin despersar miedos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me crucifiques más.&lt;br /&gt;Deja que mi nectar vuele&lt;br /&gt;y mute en vos.&lt;br /&gt;Tus cruces ya no me sirven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No seas ciego al pensar,&lt;br /&gt;que me podes evitar.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy presente aunque no lo notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi espiritu ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;por más que no te signifique nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567553318944164?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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espuma de las olas,&lt;br /&gt;baña mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Dejando su sal,&lt;br /&gt;que cicatriza heridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despegar con ansias,&lt;br /&gt;en este mar que inspira magia.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí lo ludico entra en escena.&lt;br /&gt;Es protagonista de una velada,&lt;br /&gt;donde mis miedos se liquidan entre si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selva profunda llena de aromas.&lt;br /&gt;Hay tu savia entro en mis venas,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tu colmena endulzo mis palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alma frágil con espiritu.&lt;br /&gt;Cuerpo fuerte y real.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy solo queda el disfrute de los dias,&lt;br /&gt;en este sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110567366159562274?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110566793115076409</id><published>2005-01-13T22:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:58:51.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenizas de olvido</title><content type='html'>Olor a pasado..&lt;br /&gt;Vestigios de bruma..&lt;br /&gt;Sabor amargo de soledad,&lt;br /&gt;en tiempos de descuento&lt;br /&gt;que me acechan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conjunto de viejos recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;que regresan a cada momento.&lt;br /&gt;Buscando borrar esos rencores,&lt;br /&gt;que quedan en relieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maldita daga del amor,&lt;br /&gt;incrustada ya aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Arena que dejo escapar,&lt;br /&gt;en este desierto eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brujula sin rumbo..&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te guia mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi sentir lleno de esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110566793115076409?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110566793115076409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110566793115076409' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110566793115076409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110566793115076409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/01/cenizas-de-olvido.html' title='Cenizas de olvido'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110463753763597765</id><published>2005-01-02T00:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:45:37.636-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/alas.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/alas.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110463753763597765?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110463733091601395</id><published>2005-01-01T23:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:42:10.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños etéreos</title><content type='html'>No es facil crear tus alas,&lt;br /&gt;siempre se empieza por dibujar.&lt;br /&gt;Construyendo sueños en&lt;br /&gt;cada una, que lleguen a destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces no terminan de formarse&lt;br /&gt;y nos llevan a caer&lt;br /&gt;y supender nuestro vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darles forma pasa por uno,&lt;br /&gt;de a poco vamos llevandolas,&lt;br /&gt;de a poco se encaminan,&lt;br /&gt;se van elevando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quieren encontrar su vuelo&lt;br /&gt;vuelo eterno, donde todo es real&lt;br /&gt;y a la vez imaginario.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde uno apuesta&lt;br /&gt;con esperanza&lt;br /&gt;y vive a morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110463733091601395?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110463733091601395/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110463733091601395' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110463733091601395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110463733091601395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2005/01/sueos-etreos.html' title='Sueños etéreos'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110412121019436953</id><published>2004-12-27T01:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:24:23.426-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/dm1_unit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/dm1_unit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta mucho esta foto es de una pelicula llamada Elefante.&lt;br /&gt;El que tenga la oportunidad veala y asi comprendera la imagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110412081099257889</id><published>2004-12-27T00:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T01:26:55.216-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Busco el sol,&lt;br /&gt;muto definitivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Encuentro mi fase oculta&lt;br /&gt;redoblo mi apuesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Mis ojos florecen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;nadando tempestades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Rompere esos muros,&lt;br /&gt;que me atan en soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Basta de colapsar!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transitando por mi camino,&lt;br /&gt;ya nada me ata a lo inerte&lt;br /&gt;deseo cambiar.&lt;br /&gt;Lograr gozar con el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esos susurros constantes&lt;br /&gt;ya no me atrapan.&lt;br /&gt;Adios sombra ya no voy hacia ti..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis palabras lo dicen todo&lt;br /&gt;anuncian el final,&lt;br /&gt;necesitan actuar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas ellas vuelvan&lt;br /&gt;yo a través de ellas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...And in the end the love you take, is equal to the love you makes..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110412081099257889?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110412081099257889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110412081099257889' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110412081099257889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110412081099257889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/12/end.html' title='The end'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110341840339288667</id><published>2004-12-18T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T22:06:43.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/spinetta.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/spinetta.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Niño precioso, que no entiende nada ya, cuando apareces, tu energía es tan diáfana...Escóndeme antes de que mire el mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Yo sé, yo sé que acaso...entiendes el lenguaje del cielo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110341840339288667?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110341840339288667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110341840339288667' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110341840339288667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110341840339288667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/12/nio-precioso-que-no-entiende-nada-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110325357652834590</id><published>2004-12-16T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T00:19:36.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser aleatorio</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tus rutas mojadas, tus ramas protectoras.&lt;br /&gt;Tus sueños etéreos, puros y llenos de magia, que persiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminos rojizos te llevan &lt;br /&gt;a los ojos que soñaste algún día,&lt;br /&gt;senderos sin rumbo que construiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus estíos llenos de calma y colores ocultos&lt;br /&gt;que relatan la belleza de tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser solitario lleno de verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Atas tus alas hacia un lugar,&lt;br /&gt;lugar indefinido pero con espíritu,&lt;br /&gt;que llegara a su hermoso fin.&lt;br /&gt;Si logras crear tus soles.&lt;br /&gt;Bañando tú tempestad,&lt;br /&gt;purificándola al fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No renuncies como aquella vez,&lt;br /&gt;No dejes volar tu hermoso cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Baja del carrusel.&lt;br /&gt;Súbete a tu ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoy tu sonrisa alegrara al mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no recogeras más dolor en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Solo veras que tu imagen es la misma,&lt;br /&gt;Que tenías que buscarte en ese reflejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que nunca es tarde…&lt;br /&gt;Que lo que viene no se esfumara tan fácil…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110325357652834590?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110325357652834590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110325357652834590' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110325357652834590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110325357652834590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/12/ser-aleatorio.html' title='Ser aleatorio'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110272498148288379</id><published>2004-12-10T21:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T21:29:41.483-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Formas de hablar</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Un tren superestelar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;vamos a correr, vamos a olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Te buscaran, te encontraran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y vos sin saber estas por morir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Muérete junto a mí, quiero caminar hacia otro lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;pasa el tiempo y uno sigue aquí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;buscándose y encontrándose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo sabes tu un poco más real y más que hablar escríbelo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Se fue solo el día por pensar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;pude descubrir los árboles de invierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Estuve caminando sin saber, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tuve que llorar y no podía parar de ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y dije pensar, que estabas sola y no te veía llegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lo sabes tu un poco más real y más que hablar escríbelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Escríbelo un poco más real y más que hablar escríbelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Escríbelo, porque mas que hablar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y más de ti, escríbelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Letra y Música: Mi Tortuga montreux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110272498148288379?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110272498148288379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110272498148288379' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Un homenaje al mejor, que sigue estando entre nosotros y siempre lo estara..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110256549457219682?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110256549457219682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110256549457219682' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110256549457219682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110256549457219682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110256507585425025</id><published>2004-12-09T00:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T01:04:35.853-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palpitar suave</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vos no me viste esa noche, pero yo te sentí.&lt;br /&gt;Sentí tu piel suave como el algodón.&lt;br /&gt;Llegue a escuchar las melodías,&lt;br /&gt;que se escapaban de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te busque en esa lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;esa lluvia que nunca quise termine.&lt;br /&gt;Esa lluvia que lograba mojar mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;sin pedir permiso alguno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si vos me extrañas&lt;br /&gt;No se si me conoces aún.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que te vi esa noche,&lt;br /&gt;Y esa sonrisa sigue reflejandose en mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos  te buscan inquebrantables,&lt;br /&gt;Como las abejas su preciado polen.&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos son de leña,&lt;br /&gt;Que se encienden con el calor de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y se apagan con la brisa de tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada poro de tu piel quiere meterse en mí…&lt;br /&gt;Parece como si fuera de mañana en tus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110256507585425025?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110256507585425025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110256507585425025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110256507585425025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110256507585425025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/12/palpitar-suave.html' title='Palpitar suave'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110177861329468858</id><published>2004-11-29T22:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T22:36:53.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequeño Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tus ojos saben hacia donde quieren llegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Reflejan la verdad en su estado más puro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;en medio de este mar de gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;en el que nos vemos inmersos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Inspiras las mejores sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y a las sombras logras iluminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;con tus dulces besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;llenos de canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que tus alas vuelen lo más alto posible..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sos tan pequeño.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;pero representas mucho en mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;ocupas todo mi universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Que las estrellas no dejen de brillar para vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y que tus bellos ojos iluminen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;a la gente que no sabe donde va. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tenes al mundo en tus pequeñas manos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110177861329468858?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110177861329468858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110177861329468858' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110177861329468858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110177861329468858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/pequeo-angel.html' title='Pequeño Angel'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110176994510037934</id><published>2004-11-29T20:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T20:16:06.903-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/lunitaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" style="WIDTH: 372px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="265" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/lunitaaa.jpg" width="391" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"La vida es aquello que te va sucediendo mientras tu te empeñas en hacer otros planes"&lt;br /&gt;(John Lennon).&lt;br /&gt;(Esa humilde pinturita es creacion mia, jeje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110176994510037934?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110176994510037934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110176994510037934' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110176994510037934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110176994510037934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/la-vida-es-aquello-que-te-va.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110161689934442763</id><published>2004-11-28T06:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T01:41:39.343-03:00</updated><title type='text'>No te busques más en el umbral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estás perdiendo el tiempo, pensando, pensando...&lt;br /&gt;y estás fuera de la vida, jugando y perdiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Comes tu conciencia, manzano&lt;br /&gt;en la nada . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y que dirán las sombras&lt;br /&gt;de todo tu regreso?&lt;br /&gt;Tu ser sin querer, se abrirá de la luz&lt;br /&gt;se irá, sin saber que lo amaban .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deambulan los perros,en busca de agua&lt;br /&gt;y como pasa el tiempo .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sin fuego . . sin fuego . .)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Angel de los pobres,&lt;br /&gt;pequeña armonía . . .&lt;br /&gt;Algo tiene un ensueño, en este insomnio . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya dejaste tu día buscando las moras,&lt;br /&gt;hablando de los niños que escriben en el cielo . . .&lt;br /&gt;Apocalipsis . . .&lt;br /&gt;(de aire . .  de aire . .)&lt;br /&gt;Termina todo ese oro en tus bolsillos . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdido en el mundo&lt;br /&gt;tu ser te dolerá al fin,&lt;br /&gt;ombligo de piedra marcado . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No te busques más en el umbral&lt;br /&gt;para que sepan, la forma de tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;y que siga la melodía . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110161689934442763?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110161689934442763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110161689934442763' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110161689934442763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110161689934442763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/no-te-busques-ms-en-el-umbral.html' title='No te busques más en el umbral'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110161719052413375</id><published>2004-11-28T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T01:49:44.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/Foto3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/Foto3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no lo crean ese es spinetta, el autor de este precioso tema, disfrutenlo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110161719052413375?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110161719052413375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110161719052413375' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110161719052413375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110161719052413375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/aunque-no-lo-crean-ese-es-spinetta-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110134443285235941</id><published>2004-11-24T22:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:02:37.566-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/fuego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/fuego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenues brisas de calor, fusionan mi interior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110134443285235941?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110134443285235941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110134443285235941' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110134443285235941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110134443285235941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110134428828026320</id><published>2004-11-24T20:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T21:58:08.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis voz crepitó</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mis rezos llegan a destiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi boca calla verdades,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que el viento desnuda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seres extraños habitan aquí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Danzan entre fuegos luminosos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cambiando todo lo inerte, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por goces resplandecientes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya forman parte de mí, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;se alojan allí en mi piel, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sonriendo frente a mi espejo lunar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;volver a sentir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;volver a fluir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resugir una vez más..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110134428828026320?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110134428828026320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110134428828026320' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110134428828026320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110134428828026320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/mis-voz-crepit.html' title='Mis voz crepitó'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110092696404734649</id><published>2004-11-20T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:02:44.046-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagrimas de diamante</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Llorar no mata.&lt;br /&gt;Solo propicia una fría llovizna,&lt;br /&gt;Que se habita en nuestro vientre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino por tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;queriendo mirar todo tú centro&lt;br /&gt;Y solo veo una luz diáfana&lt;br /&gt;que nos espera mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas y volves,&lt;br /&gt;Sembras y seguís floreciendo&lt;br /&gt;Abrís tu flor con ansiedad,&lt;br /&gt;Cubrís el amor con rosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambias de lado.&lt;br /&gt;Mutas en el aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentimientos con presencia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110092696404734649?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110092696404734649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110092696404734649' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110092696404734649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110092696404734649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/lagrimas-de-diamante.html' title='Lagrimas de diamante'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110031826698490053</id><published>2004-11-13T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T01:01:01.686-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/f757011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/f757011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..La destrucción llegará más allá de los seres humanos y la primavera misma, cuando despierte en la aurora, apenas sabrá que hemos pasado.." ...Vendran lluvias mansas...(Bradbury)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110031826698490053?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110031826698490053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110031826698490053' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110031826698490053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110031826698490053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-110031742536675549</id><published>2004-11-13T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:43:45.366-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde con rumbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre esperar algo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que venga con el día quizas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Contemplando mis lluvias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;queriendo siempre borrar el tiempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;que nos quiere llevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dejar fluir emociones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buscar nuevos rumbos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;sentir que hay una esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Soñar no es tan malo como parecia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;vivir el presente sin miedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Porfin puedo realizar mi sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;luz divina me iluminaste y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;curaste las heridas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Esa tarde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ruego que no sea efímero el momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-110031742536675549?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/110031742536675549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=110031742536675549' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110031742536675549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/110031742536675549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/tarde-con-rumbo.html' title='Tarde con rumbo'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109967785418241065</id><published>2004-11-05T15:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:04:14.183-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Irte</title><content type='html'>Si te vas cruza la puerta&lt;br /&gt;Y tira tus llaves al cerrar,&lt;br /&gt;No pronuncies mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;Apura tu paso y no mires detrás&lt;br /&gt;No roces tu piel en mi carne,&lt;br /&gt;Ahoga mi sombra en mi oscuridad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas no lleves la luz de mi alba&lt;br /&gt;Mi búsqueda...&lt;br /&gt;Y al despertar acostúmbrame&lt;br /&gt;Si me lo pidieras, te daría el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y que inundes mi dolor, abrázame..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te vas no uses aquellas palabras,&lt;br /&gt;que hablamos al sembrar...&lt;br /&gt;Era para siempre ahora es para nunca más&lt;br /&gt;Nunca más....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra y Música: Cabezones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109967785418241065?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109967785418241065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109967785418241065' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109967785418241065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109967785418241065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/11/irte.html' title='Irte'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109901625935125138</id><published>2004-10-28T22:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T23:19:08.010-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rastros de aquel ocaso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu imagen se va esfumando lentamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con esa brisa que algun dia nos cubrio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con esa luz que quiere apagarse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este árbol roto en el camino blanco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;representa tu interior,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se quiebra una vez mas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ese sendero que fue nuestro en un tiempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya no brilla sin el reflejo de tu alma.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un camino se abría a nuestros pies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lleno de luces divinas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lleno de dulces melodias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vos no supiste ver.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Todavia quedo el recuerdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;del instante en que sembramos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esa esperanza de amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nos cego a destiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esos soles de tus pupilas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;se nublaron de toda magia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apagaron la llama &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en un siniestro Abril,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que no se quiere ir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi sien no logra borrarte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu recuerdo brota sin cesar....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109901625935125138?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109901625935125138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109901625935125138' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109901625935125138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109901625935125138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/rastros-de-aquel-ocaso.html' title='Rastros de aquel ocaso'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109893195844712192</id><published>2004-10-27T21:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:52:38.446-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Exilio de corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estas ahí pero no te siento cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Estas ahí pero yo te alejo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perece todo tan real que me asusta&lt;br /&gt;Nos dejamos llevar, eso me gusta,&lt;br /&gt;Nos dejamos tentar hacia lo prohibido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta todo tan bien que lo vuelvo a arruinar,&lt;br /&gt;Queriendo desarmar todo lo que construimos&lt;br /&gt;Es que me siento tan frágil, con ganas de colapsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque si todo es tan perfecto, yo ya quiero que termine&lt;br /&gt;Algo quiere vencerme una vez más..&lt;br /&gt;Pero vos ya me perteneces,&lt;br /&gt;aunque el miedo de quebrarme persiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te siento acá en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Yo siento tus latidos como galopes&lt;br /&gt;No quiero lastimarte nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tomo tu imagen y la represento&lt;br /&gt;Yo grito mis miedos al viento.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Posando en mi soledad me olvide&lt;br /&gt;Que vos estabas ahí,&lt;br /&gt;Justo a tiempo desperté.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109893195844712192?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109893195844712192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109893195844712192' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109893195844712192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109893195844712192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/exilio-de-corazn.html' title='Exilio de corazón'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109841746435238046</id><published>2004-10-22T00:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T00:59:37.040-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos de Abril....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Un abismo se abre en mí…&lt;br /&gt;Lleno de dolor y angustia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un remanso en esta noche que parece no terminar,&lt;br /&gt;Ayúdame a vencer el miedo que me mata por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Saca las vendas de mis ojos que ya no están acá, que no quieren salir al mundo esta vez.&lt;br /&gt;Mis oídos solo escuchan esas voces inconfundibles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que me alejan ya, que salen de mi interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Necesito paz, algo en quien confiar,&lt;br /&gt;No te vayas mas, sacame de aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Me siento una autista en mi solitario universo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;necesito abrazarte ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque mis miedos brotan por doquier,&lt;br /&gt;Salen de mis poros cada vez con más fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;Ya quiero sacarme esta mascara de hipocresía donde nada es real, donde todo parece estar bien ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero estar bien y demostrarte que acá estoy,&lt;br /&gt;Sacarme mi propia venda, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que no me permite ver el amanecer que habitaba en mí.&lt;br /&gt;La angustia se vuelve carne, se hunde un poco mas, así…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El espacio donde habita mi alma busca esa luz,&lt;br /&gt;Pero soles negros quieren presenciar aquí ese espectáculo que quiero evitar.&lt;br /&gt;Este temor y esta furia en mi no se quiere ir,&lt;br /&gt;Aléjame del dolor que no cesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me canse de esperar, pero ya mas nada me puede pasar…&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz entrara en mí, sembrara en mi sien otra vez,&lt;br /&gt;Mis días estarán más claros si me abrazas una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quiero molestarte pero esta soy yo, esto que vez, este es mi miedo,&lt;br /&gt;Al que te pido que me ayudes a sacar, deja que se esfume de una vez.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo ya no quiere ahogarse más en ese mar rojo,&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo busca el tuyo….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109841746435238046?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109841746435238046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109841746435238046' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109841746435238046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109841746435238046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/relatos-de-abril.html' title='Relatos de Abril....'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109781076020168275</id><published>2004-10-15T00:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:26:00.200-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>**Aca estoy con mi ahijado tomás y su hermanito nicolas, dos hermosos a los que quiero muchisimo**&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/nico%20y%20tomi.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/nico%20y%20tomi.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109781076020168275?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109781076020168275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109781076020168275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109781076020168275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109781076020168275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/aca-estoy-con-mi-ahijado-toms-y-su.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109781053502100113</id><published>2004-10-15T00:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:22:15.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vestigios de felicidad</title><content type='html'>Momentos que quedan en relieve,&lt;br /&gt;caricias que dejan huellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risas de ensueño, inocencia presente...&lt;br /&gt;son esos instantes que no quiero olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;donde soy uno y todos a la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde miradas y besos fueron protagonistas,&lt;br /&gt;de una función en donde solo habitaba el sol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrigandonos de todo mal, dandonos luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109781053502100113?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109781053502100113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109781053502100113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109781053502100113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109781053502100113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/vestigios-de-felicidad.html' title='Vestigios de felicidad'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109780901635962687</id><published>2004-10-14T23:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:56:56.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> "...Todo es asi, Cuadros dentro de cuadros, siempre un final sin fin..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/ev.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/ev.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109780901635962687?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109780901635962687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109780901635962687' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109780901635962687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109780901635962687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109780886164456975</id><published>2004-10-14T23:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:54:21.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vistiendo</title><content type='html'>Y si estas vistiendo con espinas a tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;como dandote por cierto,&lt;br /&gt;que el dolor es acierto para poder llegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese estante repleto con tus propios duelos,&lt;br /&gt;son las migas que dejaste para poder volver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo agua y sol tratando de ir a lo más alto,&lt;br /&gt;pero en vuelo, si no ves, el cielo aterrizo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Cuantas redes sobre tus sienes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Calma viene, une mis mil seres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deja ya de estar buscando mas formas de atraso,&lt;br /&gt;y siente que en rio se convierte el velo que te cego.&lt;br /&gt;Paso algo inesperado y el tiempo ha pasado&lt;br /&gt;Converge, cual simiente, que al fin un dia surgio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Cuantas redes sobre tus sienes.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Calma viene, une mis mil seres...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra y Música: Catupecu Machu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109780886164456975?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109780886164456975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109780886164456975' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109780886164456975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109780886164456975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/vistiendo.html' title='Vistiendo'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109710270886517581</id><published>2004-10-06T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T19:46:39.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Destrozado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quería que supieras que amo la forma en que te ríes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;te quiero abrazar fuerte y quitarte el dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guardare tu fotografía sin saber si me sirve para bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;te quiero abrazar fuerte y quitarte el dolor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque estoy destrozado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;cuando soy un solitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y no me siento bien cuando tu te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tu te vas y ya no me sientes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lo peor ha terminado ahora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y podemos respirar de nuevo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;te quiero abrazar fuerte y quitarte el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Que tanto por aprender y nadie para pelear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;te quiero abrazar fuerte y quitarte el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque estoy destrozado cuando estoy abierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y no me siento bien, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;soy lo suficientemente fuerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Porque estoy destrozado cuando soy un solitario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;y no me siento bien cuando tu te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tu te vas y ya no me sientes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Letra y Música: Seether y amy lee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109710270886517581?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109710270886517581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109710270886517581' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/nomoon.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/nomoon.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109703046802910803?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109703046802910803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109703046802910803' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109703046802910803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109703046802910803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109700391017348554</id><published>2004-10-05T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T19:22:13.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Simbiosis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Angeles negros preparan su caida, directa hacia a mi&lt;br /&gt;Turbulencias eternas en mis oidos me transportan hacia alla…&lt;br /&gt;Mis lagunas se secarian,&lt;br /&gt;Si me das tiempo para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Tus ojos reflejan las estrellas y emprenden un viaje espacial.&lt;br /&gt;La sombra de tus planetas, me refugian del ocaso aquel,&lt;br /&gt;Me abrigan y me dicen que no me oculte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seamos planetas que giren juntos...&lt;br /&gt;Formemos nuestra propia galaxia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;donde solo habita este sentimiento a flor de piel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejemos que la lluvia nos alcanze,&lt;br /&gt;Yo me ofresco a ser de nube si queres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atravese la luz del alba solo para ver tus pupilas...&lt;br /&gt;para cantarte al oido esa bella canción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que mi alma te invento sin miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoy la brisa ya no es la misma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;solo busco tu pelo de fragancias ocultas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;que llaman al sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolveme paz en las mañanas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109700391017348554?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109565223985199262</id><published>2004-09-19T04:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:50:39.850-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Divisar tu interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Buscando tu imagen me perdí otra vez en el ayer,&lt;br /&gt;Buceando en tu océano congelado, tu mirada aun esta presente,&lt;br /&gt;Todavía intenta  buscar la mía...&lt;br /&gt;Parece sobrevivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mis brazos abrazan un fantasma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;yo solo quiero borrarte de mis pensamientos…&lt;br /&gt;Tus días ya se agotaron, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y mi alma parece no tener tu huella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que te quedes conmigo todavía.&lt;br /&gt;Nada es claro, si solo podrías mostrarme ese sendero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa búsqueda termina en vos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;si solo me aclaras tus sentimientos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;y me haces todo más fácil amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Dejame reencontrarte una vez más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;yo solo quiero sembrar en vos,&lt;br /&gt;pero nada ya es fácil…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazame en esta oscuridad, démonos vida…&lt;br /&gt;Encontremos esa luz que nos abandono en nuestro egoísmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo quiero recorrerte... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;acariciarte el alma despacio,&lt;br /&gt;Sin brumas, ni silencios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sin esas ataduras que ocultan tu dulzura.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;tu esencia que se perdió,&lt;br /&gt;sin motivo alguno… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109565223985199262?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109565223985199262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109565223985199262' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109565223985199262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109565223985199262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/09/divisar-tu-interior.html' title='Divisar tu interior'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109538238045548890</id><published>2004-09-16T21:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T21:53:00.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/1024/IMAG0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' class='phostImg' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/242/1484/400/IMAG0001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109538238045548890?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109538238045548890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109538238045548890' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;nada vive excepto mi daño.&lt;br /&gt;Solo vuelan las imágenes del ayer…&lt;br /&gt;Que continúan jugando con mi mente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estoy en el borde del abismo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya no hay razón de atarme a lo orgánico,&lt;br /&gt;yo deseo simplemente cambiar&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;De la materia a la sensación,&lt;br /&gt;del ocaso al amanecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De las almas puras de energía ,&lt;br /&gt;me empuja el susurro,&lt;br /&gt;de los vientos de la oscuridad en mis oídos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejés rastros de la sombra que sale de mí,&lt;br /&gt;que me condena en las tinieblas…&lt;br /&gt;Deja caer mis soledades abismales,&lt;br /&gt;borrando esa culpa que me vuelve sonámbulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brindame calor ya&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque el sol me niega su luz,&lt;br /&gt;Formando el eclipse del que ya no habra retorno…&lt;br /&gt;Sino te apuras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soy justo una hoja seca lista para caerse,&lt;br /&gt;y los vientos de otoño me conducen&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mi destino que son las nubes,&lt;br /&gt;que ocultan las estrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comienza la lluvia roja,&lt;br /&gt;Las gotas penetran mis heridas entreabiertas&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Querida muerte ya no temo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me abrazo a tus piernas…me doy paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Autores: Eze y Nai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109521338326511728?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109521338326511728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109521338326511728' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109521338326511728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109521338326511728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/09/abstraerse-en-la-desolacin.html' title='Abstraerse en la desolación'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109436001018627781</id><published>2004-09-05T01:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:54:34.820-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo soy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aunque no digas mi nombre, yo soy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aunque no quieras mirarme yo soy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;dentro de cuatro paredes, dentro de cuatro paredes, yo soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aunque no digas que olvido yo soy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aunque no quieras mirarme yo soy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;en este mundo despierto en este mundo desierto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yo soy, yo soy, yo soy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;aunque no digas que olvido yo soy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;miro a todo lo que pasa, yo soy, en este mundo despierto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;en este mundo desierto yo soy, yo soy, yo soy, yo soy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;letra y música: Mi tortuga Montreux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109436001018627781?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109436001018627781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109436001018627781' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109436001018627781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109436001018627781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/09/yo-soy.html' title='Yo soy'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109435767663916961</id><published>2004-09-05T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T01:57:55.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Volar a su luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sus pies avanzaban con el viento de medianoche, en sus ojos aun quedaban vestigios de humedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa noche significaba algo…&lt;br /&gt;no lograba descifrar,&lt;br /&gt;pero su corazón ya latía con otra frecuencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego de replantear y meditar se durmió…&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez en sus sueños llenos de magia,&lt;br /&gt;con su compania, el ruido del mar,&lt;br /&gt;y el rozamiento de sus manos en la arena, aun mojada de sus lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus ojos se abrieron en compania del amanecer esta vez,&lt;br /&gt;y decidió tomar otro camino.&lt;br /&gt;Su vida estaba rodeada de marionetas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero igualmente los pájaros cantaban para él y su estrella intentaba brillar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;queriendo iluminar a la constelación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los rayos de sus pupilas abrían un sendero,&lt;br /&gt;sus pies subían una vez más la pirámide de sus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;donde nada parecía caer, donde todo se tornaba irreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espectros dorados elevaban sus pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;hacia sitios donde los sonidos ya formaban parte...&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbiendo sus oídos lentamente hasta sentir su calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adueñándose de su figura celestial.&lt;br /&gt;Que solo intentaba volar una vez más…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109435767663916961?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109435767663916961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109435767663916961' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109435767663916961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109435767663916961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/2004/09/volar-su-luz.html' title='Volar a su luz'/><author><name>Nai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17286549059184178844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7301346.post-109323255891522861</id><published>2004-08-23T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T22:34:29.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo abrázame inocentemente así</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pronto escaparás,&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad . . .&lt;br /&gt;que es igual a la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;pero es negra . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en un gesto atroz,&lt;br /&gt;te desenvolverás . . .&lt;br /&gt;Tan pesado es tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;como el mar . . .&lt;br /&gt;Algo se desprendió,&lt;br /&gt;la humedad aquí es eterna . . .&lt;br /&gt;algo se suspendió,&lt;br /&gt;es un instante de temor . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las ramas cubrirán,&lt;br /&gt;la profunda conmoción,&lt;br /&gt;de sentír mi cuerpo devorado . . .&lt;br /&gt;al fin por tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estremecerá el alelí . . .&lt;br /&gt;permanece en la tierra como el fin . . .&lt;br /&gt;y en tu abrazo azul,&lt;br /&gt;que me triturará . . .&lt;br /&gt;yo iré corrompiendo tu maldad . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno labura en sí,&lt;br /&gt;en silencio . . .&lt;br /&gt;su propio Cristo . . .&lt;br /&gt;Uno pretende en sí,&lt;br /&gt;en la cima o la miseria . . .&lt;br /&gt;y las hojas cubrirán . . .&lt;br /&gt;la bendita conmoción,&lt;br /&gt;de sentír mi cuerpo devorado . . .&lt;br /&gt;al fin por tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo abrázame inocentemente así . . .&lt;br /&gt;y que descalza va la luna junto a tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;y sin querer yo ser parte de tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;por fin, me despertaré . . .&lt;br /&gt;Solo abrázame inocentemente así . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy es tan especial,&lt;br /&gt;tan oscuro y sin sentido . . .&lt;br /&gt;y hay una estrella atrás,&lt;br /&gt;más allá de este follaje . . .&lt;br /&gt;y las sombras cubrirán,&lt;br /&gt;la profunda conmoción de sentír . . .&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo devorado al fin por tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Solo abrázame inocentemente así . . .&lt;br /&gt;y que descalza va la luna junto a tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;y sin querer yo ser parte de tí . . .&lt;br /&gt;por fin, me despertaré . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo abrázame allá tal como aquí . . .&lt;br /&gt;solo abrázame inocentemente así . . .&lt;br /&gt;solo súbeme a tu noche sin abrir . . .&lt;br /&gt;si alguna vez yo mudo en tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;me uniré a la eternidad . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo abrázame inocentemente así . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Letra y Música: Luis Alberto Spinetta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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poco,&lt;br /&gt;Regresan con la brisa del otoño, al que prefiero olvidar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero cerrar mi libro de recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;Quemar esas páginas de angustia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero los momentos brotan de mi interior…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7301346-109306046730754357?l=formasdehablar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://formasdehablar.blogspot.com/feeds/109306046730754357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7301346&amp;postID=109306046730754357' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7301346/posts/default/109306046730754357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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