tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-169809632012-01-25T03:22:00.601+01:00Me gusta mirar , ¿quieres mirarme? ... para mi será un privilegio contemplarte.marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.comBlogger3401100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-34158068488936539542011-06-25T17:10:00.004+02:002011-06-25T17:19:05.876+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFoovWoPzUQ/TgX6t_iRUFI/AAAAAAAABe4/fFU3csdVSh8/s1600/74076_162029687167958_100000827842658_271481_3161549_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFoovWoPzUQ/TgX6t_iRUFI/AAAAAAAABe4/fFU3csdVSh8/s400/74076_162029687167958_100000827842658_271481_3161549_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622175377898164306" /></a>Evita fresita<br />es dulce y bonita<br />tambien es muy cuqui<br />como su perrita trufi.<br />Manitas chiquitas<br />son muy delgaditas<br />elabora pulseritas<br />con pequeñas piecitas.<br />Tambien ha inventado<br />un mundo rosado<br />rodea su vida<br />de gran fantasía...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3415806848893653954?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-46560347078550761682011-03-20T20:40:00.005+01:002011-03-20T22:10:22.289+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXins82fvqA/TYZZqQNLR6I/AAAAAAAABes/F517DZLEnAw/s1600/29p6gd4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UXins82fvqA/TYZZqQNLR6I/AAAAAAAABes/F517DZLEnAw/s400/29p6gd4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586250970239289250" /></a><br />Cuando desolación aparece en nuestras vidas<br />acaban los recursos ganando desesperación,<br />recuerdas aquellas decepciones ocurridas<br />volviéndose apenas pequeña ilusión...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4656034707855076168?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-11350859850504417562011-02-05T18:45:00.011+01:002011-02-05T19:40:43.094+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TU2TdFxO7KI/AAAAAAAABec/YLAzsn1M0lI/s1600/nostalgica.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TU2TdFxO7KI/AAAAAAAABec/YLAzsn1M0lI/s400/nostalgica.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570270442101337250" /></a>Nunca me llamaste guapa<br />porque nunca me miraste<br />solo viste la apariencia,<br />a mi mundo renunciaste.<br />Nunca me dijiste bella<br />porque nunca lo sentiste<br />solo fuiste caminando,<br />de mi lado te perdiste...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1135085985050441756?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-22983997372112579862010-09-18T23:56:00.000+02:002010-09-18T23:57:06.732+02:00http://borradores-marmota.blogspot.com/<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2298399737211257986?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-88069545869694053572010-08-28T21:04:00.003+02:002010-08-28T21:24:07.194+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/THliKqi_qNI/AAAAAAAABbo/36W7bYMUzMU/s1600/TIRANDO+DE+LA+CUERDA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/THliKqi_qNI/AAAAAAAABbo/36W7bYMUzMU/s400/TIRANDO+DE+LA+CUERDA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510543554423793874" /></a>Tirando de la cuerda se consigue <br />ganar pisoteando<br />perder recelando<br />empatar tongueando.<br />Pero...¡ay! si la cuerda se rompe...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8806954586969405357?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-74912703315289317712010-07-29T00:17:00.013+02:002010-08-14T23:11:30.387+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TFE9yNkF5UI/AAAAAAAABbI/ZbFrknhUaEg/s1600/Imagen+002b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TFE9yNkF5UI/AAAAAAAABbI/ZbFrknhUaEg/s400/Imagen+002b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499244552839882050" /></a><br />Somos trazos dibujados sobre un lienzo<br />definidos con intensa precisión <br />las palabras colorean nuestras almas,<br />ronronean suspirando la ilusión.<br />Aprendemos cada día caminando<br />que los pasos nos arrastran sin pudor<br />nos empujan a momentos elegidos<br />por destinos inmunes a la razón...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7491270331528931771?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-59958067594677469642010-06-12T16:45:00.004+02:002010-06-20T01:02:38.086+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TBzgdi_AUmI/AAAAAAAABa4/x2XjOUsVq28/s1600/Imagen0062.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TBzgdi_AUmI/AAAAAAAABa4/x2XjOUsVq28/s400/Imagen0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484505244442317410" /></a>Hola, te hago esta carta porque te echo de menos porque has subido con Dios todopoderoso. Ya se que no pudiste aguantar tanta fiebre, tenías mucha, espero que esta carta te haga feliz en el cielo y en tu corazón gigante de amor Dios te tratará como un rey porque fuiste muy bueno porque si hacíamos algo malo no nos reñías y con los vecinos eras superbueno. Espero que te guste esta carta porque la he hecho de todo corazón. Espero que lo pases bien en el cielo con Dios y te lo estás perdiendo...la mamá te quería mucho, el tato y yo tambien. Te echo mucho de menos. Bueno, se que no me escucharás pero debes saber que te quiero mucho, pero has fallecido. Espero que estés con tu abuela y más abuelos y abuelas. Bueno, te echo mucho, mucho, mucho, mucho de menos. <br /><br /><br /> Andrea... tu hija que te quiere.<br /><br /><br />Andrea 9 años<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5995806759467746964?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-39574934083955129552010-06-08T16:56:00.006+02:002010-06-27T12:15:54.109+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TCckxqJDr-I/AAAAAAAABbA/YGtoRohrwZg/s1600/Imagen023acbab.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/TCckxqJDr-I/AAAAAAAABbA/YGtoRohrwZg/s400/Imagen023acbab.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487395106518708194" /></a>Ayúdanos a estar sin ti<br />generoso corazón humano,<br />protégenos rodeándonos<br />con tus grandes manos,<br />empújanos al salir, <br />levántanos al caer,<br />necesitamos sentir<br />tu fuerza de vivir.<br />Siempre estarás aquí...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3957493408395512955?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-87430452481607493512010-05-27T23:03:00.004+02:002010-06-19T17:32:18.166+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S_7j3IRcK9I/AAAAAAAABao/kn-ZuM0HiTc/s1600/empujar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S_7j3IRcK9I/AAAAAAAABao/kn-ZuM0HiTc/s400/empujar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476064733182045138" /></a>Empuja fuerte Pablito<br />que el sol te espera cada mañana<br />ilumina tu cara diciendo<br />despiértate ya y anda.<br />Pelea con puños y dientes<br />gánale esta partida de cartas<br />explícale a tu oponente<br />que tienes ases en la manga.<br />Lucha, pelea, araña,<br />muérdele las entrañas <br />empuja fuerte Pablito<br />que el sol echa de menos tu cara...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8743045248160749351?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-46149417831528125702010-04-04T21:49:00.004+02:002010-04-04T22:20:02.508+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S7jzg0lPWuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/J6rbc8C2bGg/s1600/OJOSNINO2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 383px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S7jzg0lPWuI/AAAAAAAABZ8/J6rbc8C2bGg/s400/OJOSNINO2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456378693755558626" /></a>Si fuera fácil caminar <br />todos naceríamos andando.<br />Si fuera rápido aprender<br />todos seríamos expertos.<br />Si fuera sencillo vivir<br />todos seríamos lo mismo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4614941783152812570?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-30598066081662876802010-02-20T22:51:00.007+01:002010-02-24T12:55:04.844+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S4Bf1Y4oWLI/AAAAAAAABZs/l4HBHV9diX0/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 380px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S4Bf1Y4oWLI/AAAAAAAABZs/l4HBHV9diX0/s400/lagrima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440453720681240754" /></a>Ese dolor agudo<br />que te estruja en pedazos el alma<br />es germen lluvioso de lágrimas<br />que te acompañan cada mañana.<br />Esa angustia adherida<br />que te resquebraja las entrañas<br />es acompañante anónimo<br />que te castiga siendo aliada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3059806608166287680?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-23861930654056460812010-02-13T19:35:00.005+01:002010-02-13T20:45:08.754+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S3b1T2d6PYI/AAAAAAAABZk/mlfrRhj_DD8/s1600-h/sin%2520corazon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S3b1T2d6PYI/AAAAAAAABZk/mlfrRhj_DD8/s400/sin%2520corazon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437803321483738498" /></a>A veces los adultos sin querer<br />dejamos que el corazón se contamine<br />entonces la cabeza se envenena <br />y la boca dice cosas terribles.<br />Cosas que hacen daño y castigan<br />a otros corazones inocentes,<br />los niños nos enseñan a limpiarlo<br />preguntando ¿por qué me hieres?...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2386193065405646081?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-73258973492747841532010-02-02T18:12:00.005+01:002010-02-02T18:58:11.070+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2hfxoxElpI/AAAAAAAABZc/K8-5p1iM5Ro/s1600-h/14-04-08_15441.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2hfxoxElpI/AAAAAAAABZc/K8-5p1iM5Ro/s400/14-04-08_15441.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433698256783971986" /></a>De un día para otro <br />todo cambia alrededor,<br />los amigos van primero<br />lo demás pierde valor.<br />Primeros escalofríos<br />que erizan la piel<br />al sentir unos latidos<br />y unos labios de miel.<br />Imaginación desbordada<br />marca ilusión activada<br />dando poder absoluto<br />sobre la vida empezada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7325897349274784153?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-78597236711402826082010-01-31T19:58:00.004+01:002010-01-31T20:41:35.668+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2XWh1RMSmI/AAAAAAAABZU/8QxCotpQ2E4/s1600-h/llanto1ya8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2XWh1RMSmI/AAAAAAAABZU/8QxCotpQ2E4/s400/llanto1ya8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432984402215586402" /></a>El pequeño matiz que diferencia<br />la bella esperanza y el deseo apagado,<br />la encendida pasión y el día negado.<br />La fríbola manifestación que acelera<br />la creciente desconfianza a lo desconocido<br />la menguante aspiración a ser querido...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7859723671140282608?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-77682001275989297352010-01-29T18:29:00.005+01:002010-01-29T20:28:28.273+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2MiB2gg3iI/AAAAAAAABZM/1b6jN0qXZZc/s1600-h/P030110_19.02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S2MiB2gg3iI/AAAAAAAABZM/1b6jN0qXZZc/s400/P030110_19.02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432222990746050082" /></a>Alma ingenua más corazón aventurero<br />mezclado con mucha ilusión<br />en partículas de amor intenso.<br />Ese cóctel de sensaciones<br />tallan su cálida estampa, <br />te mira dentro del alma<br />te abraza como si nada.<br />Te llena con sus palabras,<br />cordura en todas ellas,<br />te piensa cuando te mira,<br />te mira cuando no hablas.<br />Pequeña garrotinera<br />creciendo se hizo mejor<br />amiga de sus amigos<br />los abriga con su calor.<br />Hermana siempre cercana<br />madre con esperanza <br />hija siempre dispuesta<br />persona siempre allegada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7768200127598929735?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-87033853728878446962010-01-16T20:51:00.009+01:002010-01-18T16:14:03.903+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S1R6mUKFkGI/AAAAAAAABZE/QJ4-wPYdL9o/s1600-h/Imagen0102.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S1R6mUKFkGI/AAAAAAAABZE/QJ4-wPYdL9o/s400/Imagen0102.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428098249552924770" /></a>Peregrina de dos mundos<br />el presente y el virtual,<br />aquí, vivir sencillamente<br />allá, volar en libertad.<br />Mariposa del destino<br />siempre se deja llevar<br />por alientos de cariño<br />y veladas de amistad.<br />Danzante de firmes pasos,<br />de locuras transitorias,<br />de ilusiones que flaquean,<br />de vivencias que afloran.<br />Comerciante de sonrisas<br />que dibuja en cada cara,<br />si lloras, llora contigo,<br />si ríes, eres su aliada...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8703385372887844696?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-45512660324064270442010-01-10T20:17:00.003+01:002010-01-10T20:41:18.941+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0oomGJvGLI/AAAAAAAABY0/L302JlE5e9U/s1600-h/humildad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0oomGJvGLI/AAAAAAAABY0/L302JlE5e9U/s400/humildad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425193336072771762" /></a>No me quites mis ideas<br />ni las dejes marchitar<br />si ellas perecieran<br />mi vida iría detrás...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4551266032406427044?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-31276097572527422122010-01-07T19:25:00.003+01:002010-01-07T19:47:19.553+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0YrDbFXaFI/AAAAAAAABYs/CFu2fUM3YvE/s1600-h/historia_amor_animal.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0YrDbFXaFI/AAAAAAAABYs/CFu2fUM3YvE/s400/historia_amor_animal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424070139024205906" /></a>Me importa demasiado tu color<br />para saber diferenciarlo<br />me gusta en exceso tu olor<br />para conseguir reconocerlo<br />me fascina mucho tu temblor<br />para poder combatirlo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3127609757252742212?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-26724284381127125402010-01-05T23:25:00.006+01:002010-01-05T23:42:24.717+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0O-7TWWw-I/AAAAAAAABYk/U3o2AoqMDoU/s1600-h/suenos_vi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0O-7TWWw-I/AAAAAAAABYk/U3o2AoqMDoU/s400/suenos_vi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423388302299808738" /></a>Noche de fantasía<br />cargada de pura ilusión<br />estrellada de muchos pedidos<br />guardados con lazos en un cajón...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2672428438112712540?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-11588236070091404792010-01-04T22:38:00.006+01:002010-01-29T20:31:20.969+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0JkuNxSAII/AAAAAAAABYc/3pAt3AjpZys/s1600-h/NIOS_1~1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0JkuNxSAII/AAAAAAAABYc/3pAt3AjpZys/s400/NIOS_1~1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423007646440620162" /></a>Los besos son necesarios<br />para curar la soledad<br />pequeños te dan ternura,<br />enormes te dan la paz.<br />Besar siempre es caridad<br />regalo desinteresado<br />condimento de vida feliz<br />presente bien llegado...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1158823607009140479?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-19172290438689066152010-01-03T20:01:00.003+01:002010-01-03T20:18:43.202+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0Ds5CIbWDI/AAAAAAAABYU/42oO7cUxec8/s1600-h/lucha.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/S0Ds5CIbWDI/AAAAAAAABYU/42oO7cUxec8/s400/lucha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422594415922993202" /></a>Si me miraras<br />te darías cuenta de que te miro<br />si me escucharas<br />sabrías cuanto te admiro<br />si me amaras<br />ya serías mío...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1917229043868906615?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-6517720993790837952010-01-01T22:08:00.004+01:002010-01-01T22:33:06.239+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Sz5p9UTcnUI/AAAAAAAABYM/xc74NUo9IRU/s1600-h/sun12pa5.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Sz5p9UTcnUI/AAAAAAAABYM/xc74NUo9IRU/s400/sun12pa5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421887503543868738" /></a>Mi ángel ya tiene rostro<br />tiene lluvia en los ojos,<br />no es como ningún otro<br />solo parece serlo.<br />Me está ganando poquito a poco<br />con su lenguaje del corazón<br />arañando mi orgullo de pico<br />congelando toda mi razón.<br />Palabras que suenan reales<br />discurso de grado mayor<br />diciendo pequeñas verdades<br />que anulan mi resquemor.<br />Mi ángel, mi ángel, mi ángel ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-651772099379083795?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-36429824807150042522009-12-15T09:52:00.004+01:002009-12-15T12:38:34.645+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SydP3dZrm8I/AAAAAAAABYE/xBmfA51kxXI/s1600-h/animal-love-27.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SydP3dZrm8I/AAAAAAAABYE/xBmfA51kxXI/s400/animal-love-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415384891140053954" /></a>Juntos por una mirada<br />complices de una pasión<br />amigos para toda una vida<br />conectados desde el corazón...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3642982480715004252?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-68167393793678516532009-12-13T18:43:00.005+01:002009-12-13T19:35:48.070+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SyUwTeEqI2I/AAAAAAAABX8/TGkMcz5XQxA/s1600-h/Los-primeros-pasos_articulo_landscape.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SyUwTeEqI2I/AAAAAAAABX8/TGkMcz5XQxA/s400/Los-primeros-pasos_articulo_landscape.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414787238031139682" /></a>El primer paso se da<br />por conocimiento o instintivo<br />seguido se razonará<br />cual fue realmente el motivo.<br />Descalzos comenzamos<br />curtiendo las tiernas plantas<br />pronto las calzamos<br />para evitar las posibles llagas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6816739379367851653?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-37247913651445565252009-12-10T16:51:00.003+01:002009-12-10T17:25:12.926+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SyEdxiWCTSI/AAAAAAAABX0/P8poFJ4Dfsc/s1600-h/suenos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SyEdxiWCTSI/AAAAAAAABX0/P8poFJ4Dfsc/s400/suenos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413640963946073378" /></a><br />¿De dónde llegan los sueños que escondidos en el subconsciente afloran en las horas de fantasía y en las noches de profundo sopor? Vendrán de recuerdos intensos cuando eras una flor, una hermosa gaviota o simplemente un rudo castor. Soñar que algún día, soñar con que llegará, con torres que miran al cielo, con marmotas que no saben soñar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3724791365144556525?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-2295076416880170962009-12-09T16:41:00.011+01:002009-12-09T17:40:36.354+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Sx_SVMD5zLI/AAAAAAAABXs/_EXJ5aljioI/s1600-h/20080912-comienzo9bl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Sx_SVMD5zLI/AAAAAAAABXs/_EXJ5aljioI/s400/20080912-comienzo9bl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413276538579307698" /></a><br />Semillas de locura germinan en tu ser<br />calculan su caida en cada amanecer.<br />Amaneceres llenos, cargados de emoción<br />alimentan semillas portando su pasión.<br />Pasiones ilimitadas, poco a poco van creando<br />sonsacan las emociones que raudo irán germinando ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-229507641688017096?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-17834146138016382792009-12-05T20:07:00.002+01:002009-12-05T20:12:14.574+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SxqweKtZ3CI/AAAAAAAABW0/HpfOMrAEYkw/s1600-h/hola8%5B1%5D.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 330px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SxqweKtZ3CI/AAAAAAAABW0/HpfOMrAEYkw/s400/hola8%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411831934556429346" /></a><br />¡Hola!... ¿hay alguien ahí?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1783414613801638279?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-55512457835072984622008-11-01T20:54:00.000+01:002008-11-01T20:57:31.958+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQy0j2UgakI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HuPE4ZawH28/s1600-h/FIN.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263780592459213378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQy0j2UgakI/AAAAAAAAA-4/HuPE4ZawH28/s400/FIN.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5551245783507298462?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-1763388308701669102008-10-26T21:24:00.013+01:002008-10-26T22:41:50.050+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQTSF_4Cp9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/dRHMbSSPmTI/s1600-h/2007-05-07-xl--Despertador_roto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261561265163249618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQTSF_4Cp9I/AAAAAAAAA9I/dRHMbSSPmTI/s400/2007-05-07-xl--Despertador_roto.jpg" border="0" /></a> El tiempo no se detiene<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=7Yl2es8RV_0&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261569984029974802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQTaBgL24RI/AAAAAAAAA-o/Fz17B4rZ7II/s400/fpegaso2.gif" border="0" /></a><br />sucede, discurre, transcurre.<br />Las vidas no alojan paradas<br />comienzan, caminan, acaban ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-176338830870166910?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-15811723700985210902008-10-25T23:34:00.011+02:002008-10-26T22:42:49.650+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQORQq2rEuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VuYiMnWYsGc/s1600-h/2066598892_3d8a5b9b7b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261208505266410210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQORQq2rEuI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/VuYiMnWYsGc/s400/2066598892_3d8a5b9b7b.jpg" border="0" /></a> Chorritos de emoción cristalina<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=Kck_OCaoip4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261223981295922898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQOfVfjo7tI/AAAAAAAAA9A/eusyhRIcwyA/s200/040225_clin.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SQOei9g9rtI/AAAAAAAAA8w/sgtbiXUNOMA/s1600-h/blink.gif"></a><br />acarician la senda de tus miradas<br />deslizan cantando alegría<br />resbalan llorando apenadas...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1581172370098521090?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-76406958982364515142008-10-05T21:36:00.008+02:002008-10-05T22:17:56.574+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SOkdHnPeoHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/wHSYk9qHEmQ/s1600-h/57393397147774clamorh01iu9%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253762456934588530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SOkdHnPeoHI/AAAAAAAAA8A/wHSYk9qHEmQ/s400/57393397147774clamorh01iu9%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quería enamorarte<br />más no lo conseguí<br /><div>los hilos de mis dedos</div><div>no llegaron a ti.</div><div>Quedé enredada</div><div>en una ensoñación</div><div>donde tú venías</div><div>a ser mi corazón.</div><div>Queriendo tenerte <div>olvidé mi propio yo <div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=k2ZU8Ih6mwI"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253762758980019186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SOkdZMcuI_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/5M3fc13g_DY/s200/003.gif" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div>tanto, tanto te quiero </div><div><div>que me queda el dolor...</div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=k2ZU8Ih6mwI"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7640695898236451514?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-29239698734333771622008-09-28T22:23:00.000+02:002008-09-28T22:59:53.125+02:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNat7dfaCII/AAAAAAAAA64/6twsU2wNK34/s1600-h/20060808102833-pasado2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248573652787136642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNat7dfaCII/AAAAAAAAA64/6twsU2wNK34/s400/20060808102833-pasado2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Supongo que no le estoy queriendo porque no estoy a su lado<br /><div>que el corazón me está engañando siendo todo un teatro.</div><div>Supongo que no le tengo sentimientos sinceros</div><div>que todo es una nube de suave terciopelo.<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=nM9PtMzp45U&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248580027440860482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNazug7SjUI/AAAAAAAAA7w/RAfW8b1gEaE/s400/s1406-nature.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>Supongo que invento cada detalle</div><div>que es sin duda inevitable.</div><div>Supongo ...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2923969873433377162?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-91734863540072709002008-09-20T18:26:00.005+02:002008-09-20T21:01:59.908+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNUkc47n_KI/AAAAAAAAA6o/BLOEwASgbjo/s1600-h/31330517bx5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248141019507588258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNUkc47n_KI/AAAAAAAAA6o/BLOEwASgbjo/s400/31330517bx5.jpg" border="0" /></a>El miedo nos confunde<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=UZOQDocIFoI"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248148245679810370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SNUrBghVp0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/YpR5NuW5IFk/s400/devil_waving_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a><br />con su sombra desleal<br />paraliza nuestra mente,<br />desfigurando lo real...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-9173486354007270900?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-11571762841510186792008-09-13T19:44:00.005+02:002008-09-13T20:14:55.094+02:00<div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMv9K12-DoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OOSwrbCz42U/s1600-h/1710034%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245564553701232258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMv9K12-DoI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/OOSwrbCz42U/s400/1710034%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Sin sendero no hay camino <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=T6HR-hIXxes"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245565484819259874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMv-BCizoeI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ZamtEgAvUSo/s400/cereza08.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>sin sentido no hay vergüenza</div><div>sin encuentro no hay motivo</div><div>sin esfuerzo no hay recompensa...</div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1157176284151018679?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-1839152720403716122008-09-07T20:37:00.008+02:002008-09-07T21:23:43.267+02:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMQfzpLzXTI/AAAAAAAAA54/166D8pZ3qXw/s1600-h/VENTANA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243350838255246642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMQfzpLzXTI/AAAAAAAAA54/166D8pZ3qXw/s400/VENTANA.jpg" border="0" /></a>El recreo de las nubes aconseja<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=2jtDO97B9C8&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243360142555852130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMQoROZ7rWI/AAAAAAAAA6I/jTOrk84SIhc/s400/anikeybd.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>recrearse de la luz tras el cristal</div><div>insultando con magnánima belleza</div><div>a los ojos que las quieren capturar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-183915272040371612?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-51732515566015513312008-09-06T20:37:00.010+02:002008-09-06T22:08:37.963+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMLSPkxdEfI/AAAAAAAAA5g/yPB9nqXAwG0/s1600-h/NT5469854.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242984081223651826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMLSPkxdEfI/AAAAAAAAA5g/yPB9nqXAwG0/s400/NT5469854.jpg" border="0" /></a>¿Vale equivocarse y aprender de los errores?<br /><div>¿Vale tropezar y hacerse la misma herida?<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=-OHeQ7adwP0"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242984688742460210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SMLSy79OazI/AAAAAAAAA5w/fTsZlA5uRP0/s200/512_flower.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>¿Vale salir corriendo para llegar antes?</div><div>¿Vale pararse al iniciar la salida?</div><div>Vale la pena ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5173251556601551331?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-21478697841070522812008-09-01T19:32:00.005+02:002008-09-01T20:03:51.330+02:00<div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLwqioOWOQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tHtoeg59keM/s1600-h/Amor-028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241110840753928450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLwqioOWOQI/AAAAAAAAA5I/tHtoeg59keM/s400/Amor-028.jpg" border="0" /></a>Campanitas de alegría<br /><div>alborotan el corazón,</div><div>castañuelas de fantasia <div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=fkE8cs7iqSM"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241112529722631458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLwsE8H3ZSI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/goJAoJwN6NU/s400/MUSICA6%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>repican esta canción,</div><div><div>tamboriles acompasados <div>tañen ambos emparejados,</div></div></div></div><div>recitan todos sin pudor</div><div>nuestra sinfonía de amor...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2147869784107052281?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-22122794693243459162008-08-30T19:57:00.007+02:002008-08-31T20:50:39.203+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SKXR7KsN7MI/AAAAAAAAA3w/aMzQwqd0WDU/s1600-h/259751793_6296f35aed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234820956300373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SKXR7KsN7MI/AAAAAAAAA3w/aMzQwqd0WDU/s400/259751793_6296f35aed.jpg" border="0" /></a> De la mano caminando<br />aunque sólo sea en sombras<br />desandamos cada día<br />el murmullo de las horas.<br />Horas que látigo en mano<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=DL48feEYq6U&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240378440713502402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLmQbVdX_sI/AAAAAAAAA44/mnsx0Zk6o_k/s400/jgema1.gif" border="0" /></a><br />nos recuerdan nuestras caídas,<br />mil veces cayéndonos al suelo,<br />mil veces alzándonos arriba...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2212279469324345916?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-63018270917428156722008-08-27T17:41:00.003+02:002008-08-27T18:29:47.485+02:00<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239223483961695810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLV2AARr3kI/AAAAAAAAA4o/3aW529iHUvM/s400/dibujos-graciosos-peq.jpg" border="0" />Demasiada carga hormiguita</div><div>la vida es tan solo un momento</div><div>cuando quieres darte cuenta</div><div>se acaba hasta el sufrimiento.</div><div>Tira esa carga que soportas</div><div>endulza tus sentidos de vida</div><div>devora los momentos felices</div><div>y no te alimentes de ira.</div><div>Se feliz hormiguita ...</div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=N-FldzVLKMU"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239227689465521874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLV50y_7ptI/AAAAAAAAA4w/syc_FUY-K5Q/s200/aniflowr.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6301827091742815672?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-56573835054528491112008-08-23T18:08:00.000+02:002008-08-23T21:46:29.001+02:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLBI98tPUgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/uMk5PJ5-WMQ/s1600-h/24280656ud4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237766595736982018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLBI98tPUgI/AAAAAAAAA4A/uMk5PJ5-WMQ/s400/24280656ud4.jpg" border="0" /></a>Siempre dejamos cosas atrás;<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=1QR7AONpRII"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237769403953555058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLBLhaIPpnI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WifutAhCsLc/s400/hornwht.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>los buenos recuerdos, las tristes historias,</div><div>los breves encuentros, las interminables horas.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SLBLE1X21wI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/fFBNMr60JwQ/s1600-h/bike2-a.gif"></a></div><div>Todas quedan escondidas bajo el colchón</div><div>temiendo que algún día hagan su aparición...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5657383505452849111?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-78308539524067283522008-08-16T16:07:00.000+02:002008-08-16T16:57:52.558+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SH9wGWMDRHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-4yKQriIqnk/s1600-h/MIGUITAS_DE_TERNURA_BAJA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224017347110716530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SH9wGWMDRHI/AAAAAAAAA0c/-4yKQriIqnk/s400/MIGUITAS_DE_TERNURA_BAJA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=RZyxYL753w4&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234839458925172162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SKXiwKVu1cI/AAAAAAAAA34/RbP9KXn4CYU/s400/040322_LANTER.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Recibimos sin protestar<br />miguitas que van llegando<br /><div><div>pero nunca nos preguntamos</div><div>de donde estarán cayendo...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7830853952406728352?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-3609227856343016502008-07-29T17:07:00.000+02:002008-07-29T19:45:09.777+02:00<div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SI3qpXegYMI/AAAAAAAAA28/SgKa5KAMQ-I/s1600-h/1193670289_f%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228092738844516546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SI3qpXegYMI/AAAAAAAAA28/SgKa5KAMQ-I/s400/1193670289_f%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aO512biM-6o"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228493102993197858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SI9WxoJ9SyI/AAAAAAAAA3o/rZq_QGYalXM/s400/TgC_mistico_76.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>Hacia el mundo mágico me dirijo</div><div>varita en mano para no fracasar</div><div>abriendo la mente hasta el infinito</div><div>cerrando la puerta al ... que dirán. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-360922785634301650?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-23506212369951655072008-07-26T17:50:00.006+02:002008-07-27T19:30:22.320+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SItH1c4cSEI/AAAAAAAAA20/MBEdl6bGj5Q/s1600-h/angustia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350776105158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SItH1c4cSEI/AAAAAAAAA20/MBEdl6bGj5Q/s400/angustia.jpg" border="0" /></a>Desátame las ásperas lizas <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E3IitEnEyEI"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227350421353009650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SItHgzU8EfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/7aLUj9au20U/s200/casa16.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>no consigo tocar realidad</div><div>enredan mis dedos de prejuicios</div><div>despacio anulan mi identidad...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2350621236995165507?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-9602194526934932132008-07-18T19:30:00.007+02:002008-07-18T19:45:53.519+02:00<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SIDTddikrDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kzfrXczBj2c/s1600-h/ninia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224408070849080370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SIDTddikrDI/AAAAAAAAA0s/kzfrXczBj2c/s400/ninia.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lv4D5glbdx0"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224410929900697314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SIDWD4VmNuI/AAAAAAAAA1k/MRQMqBeFGRg/s200/gardening4.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>Esa niña escondida </div><div>pide a gritos salir,</div><div>no admite más demoras</div><div>tiene urgencia en ser feliz...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-960219452693493213?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-91660883580334971392008-07-15T17:13:00.004+02:002008-07-15T20:04:06.703+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHy_OxiIhbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/abjvz90PTKw/s1600-h/armonia2-large.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223259928378508722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHy_OxiIhbI/AAAAAAAAAz8/abjvz90PTKw/s400/armonia2-large.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sin motivo alguno<br />sin razón justificada<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ccvutSOTIeE&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223300750783624114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHzkW819M7I/AAAAAAAAA0E/JhgXobUTwC8/s200/jprisma2.gif" border="0" /></a><br />siempre acabo siendo<br />la soledad personificada.<br />Lleno los días de sonrisas<br />recojo afectos y palabras<br />regalo mis emociones<br />y acabo desamparada.<br />Sola, siempre sola...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-9166088358033497139?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-88115458467987706052008-07-13T18:01:00.004+02:002008-07-13T21:02:07.238+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SE_o98RQ8TI/AAAAAAAAAws/A7gWDsNKq_o/s1600-h/20070818212944-llantocallado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210639444739158322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SE_o98RQ8TI/AAAAAAAAAws/A7gWDsNKq_o/s400/20070818212944-llantocallado.jpg" border="0" /></a>Pensé, lloré, sentí <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mpmGKbXxaOk&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222549228141715762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHo42k1goTI/AAAAAAAAAzk/k4Vw9WEpSP8/s200/jcuarzo1.gif" border="0" /></a><br />y tambien lo creí,<br />lo gané, lo sufrí<br />y apenas me tocó<br />me rozó, me dolió<br />y nunca me olvidó<br />el momento feliz...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8811545846798770605?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-8438150168707942202008-07-12T17:19:00.012+02:002008-07-12T23:16:15.275+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHjMr7QQz_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/vMmgNKXPqhE/s1600-h/thelighthousebyaselclubfe3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222148822948433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHjMr7QQz_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/vMmgNKXPqhE/s400/thelighthousebyaselclubfe3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Tan sólo tus olas<br />consiguen despertar<br />del sueño mohíno<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=4jW5sDxJe_Y&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222152850976821938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHjQWY1EUrI/AAAAAAAAAy0/8JuBh7y4Z_w/s200/daisy_button_blue_sm_wht.gif" border="0" /></a><br />cesando el malestar.<br />Inunda los cuerpos<br />haciéndoles sentir<br />que todo es posible,<br />el reto es no huir...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-843815016870794220?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-33676575501315520842008-07-07T17:34:00.000+02:002008-07-07T18:37:48.976+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHI2WVAebjI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ra7srRLIM34/s1600-h/playing20with20shadows202.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294675299986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHI2WVAebjI/AAAAAAAAAx0/Ra7srRLIM34/s400/playing20with20shadows202.jpg" border="0" /></a>No sigas más mis pasos <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=axfCjQEUziI"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220298363154939794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SHI5s_VnP5I/AAAAAAAAAyU/JKh-dei7nBo/s400/art_0217.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>soy caminante feliz</div><div>dueña de mis fracasos</div><div>y mi triunfo es vivir...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3367657550131552084?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-54425174485635279252008-07-05T18:46:00.006+02:002008-07-05T19:36:46.089+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SG-lomVZgsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/9-G2eQKrJTU/s1600-h/suenosvg6.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219572610049344194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SG-lomVZgsI/AAAAAAAAAxM/9-G2eQKrJTU/s400/suenosvg6.jpg" border="0" /></a>Burbujitas de caricias<br />impresas en mi corazón <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=clwjlllEKUo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219580214902004946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SG-sjQnkHNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/2BzwlIjc-S0/s400/clefs_007.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>dirigen vitales latidos</div><div>que marcan mi dirección.</div><div>Rumbo al norte me están diciendo</div><div>hacia el día claro y el cielo azul</div><div>donde la mentira es un mal sueño</div><div>y la utopía una gran razón...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5442517448563527925?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-32382250538367686702008-06-21T22:28:00.006+02:002008-06-22T21:40:56.756+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SF1knvU3TbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QVy1fCoVL4E/s1600-h/1207330114_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214434577446555058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SF1knvU3TbI/AAAAAAAAAw0/QVy1fCoVL4E/s400/1207330114_f.jpg" border="0" /></a> No sabía que necesitaba<br />hasta encontrarte, vida;<br />el calor de tus abrazos,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vOB8a9uDBzg&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214770099981169042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SF6VxuK0sZI/AAAAAAAAAw8/GvvynsFjetU/s200/tulips_yellow_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a><br />el color de tus caricias,<br />el matiz de tus miradas,<br />el cáliz de tu regazo.<br />Me regalaste un día<br />devolviéndome la vida ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3238225053836768670?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-60675057217399051192008-06-07T18:44:00.006+02:002008-06-07T20:59:20.645+02:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SEq9bXiplNI/AAAAAAAAAwU/htf3j48Cg8Q/s1600-h/abrazo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209184196880864466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SEq9bXiplNI/AAAAAAAAAwU/htf3j48Cg8Q/s400/abrazo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lo encontré perdido en la selva<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0HnQvryHdS0"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209193335321095010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SErFvS4la2I/AAAAAAAAAwk/mCvrea6fRNY/s200/romantic_swing_ornamental_swinging_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>vagando entre hojas revueltas,<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SErEYZV_NCI/AAAAAAAAAwc/3ijz0kZ1gl0/s1600-h/romantic_swing_ornamental_swinging_md_wht.gif"></a></div><div>sus ojos mirando hacia el suelo,</div><div>sus uñas de tierra cubiertas.</div><div>Rodeé con mis brazos su cuerpo</div><div>apoyé en su pecho mi cabeza</div><div>apreté muy fuerte mis manos</div><div>me bebí toda su tristeza...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6067505721739905119?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-23902050197771170332008-05-30T19:15:00.001+02:002008-05-30T19:19:12.263+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDmkKzSl-DI/AAAAAAAAAv0/15MBW4CgxE0/s1600-h/futuro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204371349877159986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDmkKzSl-DI/AAAAAAAAAv0/15MBW4CgxE0/s400/futuro.jpg" border="0" /></a> Horizonte indefinido<br />carretera sin final<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDmgTzSl-CI/AAAAAAAAAvs/ggHmXd8xIxM/s1600-h/MIGUITAS_DE_TERNURA_BAJA.jpg"></a><br />palabras sin sentido <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M57y8OGvf_k&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206206447668820050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SEApLjSl-FI/AAAAAAAAAwE/QriorvDhDUc/s200/02_12_w.gif" border="0" /></a><br />sentido sin mirar.<br />Oscuro precipicio<br />sendero natural<br />miedo consentido<br />amargo caminar...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2390205019777117033?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-38355599208750161602008-05-24T17:51:00.004+02:002008-05-24T18:47:03.631+02:00<div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDg55zSl9-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/fcQgdEa7lN4/s1600-h/road-to-eternity.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203973034610128866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDg55zSl9-I/AAAAAAAAAvM/fcQgdEa7lN4/s400/road-to-eternity.jpg" border="0" /></a>Tan altas eran las dos</div><div>que apenas se veían,</div><div>tan duras en su interior</div><div>que nunca se sometían,</div><div>tan arraigadas a la tierra</div><div>que siempre sobrevivían,</div><div>tan iguales en su misión</div><div>que jamás se admitirían...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUItTOLoRTA&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203986537987307538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDhGLzSl-BI/AAAAAAAAAvk/aHo-MVfHGQ4/s200/chess4-a.gif" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3835559920875016160?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-24576542408138918852008-05-17T22:51:00.004+02:002008-05-18T21:04:19.182+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SC9GLzWEEsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/C6scs_HN8H8/s1600-h/23.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201453263211467458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SC9GLzWEEsI/AAAAAAAAAu0/C6scs_HN8H8/s400/23.bmp" border="0" /></a>Mariposa cansada de volar<br />posa su cuerpo sobre las hojas,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vKjYw0LTe8o"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201788270660555474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SDB23zWEEtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/iuI4VFfRP6Q/s200/periquito.gif" border="0" /></a><br />está agotada de rastrear<br />su languidez entre las rocas.<br />Sedienta de nueva savia<br />que ilumine sus colores<br />absorbe sin recelar,<br />tinteros de nuevas flores ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2457654240813891885?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-77625361295572462912008-05-16T19:02:00.002+02:002008-05-16T17:34:29.677+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCxs9jWEEpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/mc4FBKfbF58/s1600-h/inocenciaqo1.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200651474421682834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCxs9jWEEpI/AAAAAAAAAuc/mc4FBKfbF58/s400/inocenciaqo1.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Amiga flor,<br />piénsalo bien...<br />por encima de todo<br />reinará nuestro ser.<br />Primavera de besos<br />verano de amor<br />otoño de excesos<br />invierno de calor.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWzbetJam2w"></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCxy_jWEErI/AAAAAAAAAus/DUHuahV0ANQ/s1600-h/mimo.gif"></a><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWzbetJam2w"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200658105851187890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCxy_jWEErI/AAAAAAAAAus/DUHuahV0ANQ/s200/mimo.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCxy_jWEErI/AAAAAAAAAus/DUHuahV0ANQ/s1600-h/mimo.gif"></a><br /><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWzbetJam2w"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7762536129557246291?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-16017844266640197422008-05-11T20:59:00.006+02:002008-05-11T21:43:02.265+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCdCOjWEEnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NkRUyI5lxo0/s1600-h/escribir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199197112595911282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCdCOjWEEnI/AAAAAAAAAuM/NkRUyI5lxo0/s400/escribir.jpg" border="0" /></a>Escribiente de mi vida <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAxkfqRDRxo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199203125550125698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCdHsjWEEoI/AAAAAAAAAuU/DZSyt9Ft21I/s200/guitarrista1.gif" border="0" /></a><br />no te olvides de poner<br />que fui mil veces vencida<br />y mil me tocó perder...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1601784426664019742?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-64147908941263543252008-05-10T19:41:00.005+02:002008-05-11T20:21:15.305+02:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198806134050635954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCXeomw1wLI/AAAAAAAAAt8/m6ayNeOrhIs/s400/gse_multipart49793%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> Cuando seas capaz de distinguir<br />entre sueños y realeza<br />habrá acabado tu reinado, princesa.<br />Serás plebeya sin corona<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHkW0Cw5w94&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198828923147108546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCXzXGw1wMI/AAAAAAAAAuE/FUg16nHDhRw/s200/teapot_blowing_her_top_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a><br />aprenderás a valorar los momentos<br />siendo sierva de las horas.<br />Algún día un principe encubierto<br />descubrirá tu linaje en la sombra<br />y solamente entonces entenderás<br />lo valiosa que es tu historia ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6414790894126354325?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-10114061167377100902008-05-06T17:50:00.000+02:002008-05-06T18:32:29.750+02:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SB8s-qEYqTI/AAAAAAAAAts/BqyiWHs_ZlE/s1600-h/116151987136391ld4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196921949965035826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SB8s-qEYqTI/AAAAAAAAAts/BqyiWHs_ZlE/s400/116151987136391ld4.jpg" border="0" /></a> Acumulas métodos irrefutables <div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=eIM4gIo3i5E"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197296909199911234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SCCCAKEYqUI/AAAAAAAAAt0/5PQjgMeoj0g/s200/tewht.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>los rodeas de lujosos parajes,</div></div><div>abres ventanas de improvisación</div><div>y allá se pierden por los ventanales... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1011406116737710090?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-49805730521684378332008-04-28T18:06:00.003+02:002008-05-03T18:13:23.650+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBSmgqEYqPI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8z1XE6Mfzjo/s1600-h/am023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193959350243731698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBSmgqEYqPI/AAAAAAAAAtM/8z1XE6Mfzjo/s400/am023.jpg" border="0" /></a>Llueve sol sobre las flores<a href="http://www.adnstream.tv/video/xipVtaNcaC/Lobos-de-Dani-de-la-Torre"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194334588651481362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBX7yaEYqRI/AAAAAAAAAtc/aTXZUr4yZF0/s400/Blooming-Flowers-by-Alli-allitecinfocom.gif" border="0" /></a><br />alimentando tambien espinas,<br />qué sería de una rosa<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBSrqqEYqQI/AAAAAAAAAtU/rYmn_LQT7sM/s1600-h/periquito.gif"></a><br />sin sus púas vengativas.<br />Malas hierbas condicionan<br />los espacios de partida<br />ahogando lento los tallos,<br />palideciendo de tortura...<br /><br />Advierto la dureza del corto enlazado con la flor.<br />Es el corto titulado "Lobos" de Daniel de la Torre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4980573052168437833?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-55252201128755073752008-04-26T22:15:00.005+02:002008-04-26T23:25:10.776+02:00<div><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBOOy6EYqLI/AAAAAAAAAss/3RR5OC1Sh08/s1600-h/senorita_shagorika-XnS-79543.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193651800520566962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBOOy6EYqLI/AAAAAAAAAss/3RR5OC1Sh08/s400/senorita_shagorika-XnS-79543.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quizá siempre busqué el calor de una caricia, <div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rD6sra0-vE"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193654678148655314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SBORaaEYqNI/AAAAAAAAAs8/dFNsIVg7_-A/s200/TgC_romantico_45.gif" border="0" /></a></div></div><div>no se</div><div>quizá necesité sentirme amada algún día,<br /><div>no se<br />quizá esperaba compartir tristeza y alegría,</div></div><div>no se</div><div>quizá sólo necesitaba tu compañía... </div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5525220112875507375?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-32021487702373462712008-04-19T19:57:00.008+02:002008-04-19T20:28:30.979+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAozZQJNadI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7bxy5ECM104/s1600-h/336921xfu43ksiui.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191018029421259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAozZQJNadI/AAAAAAAAAsU/7bxy5ECM104/s400/336921xfu43ksiui.jpg" border="0" /></a> Adios amigo, adios,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SaF2ZNlKubU"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191023539864300018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAo4aAJNafI/AAAAAAAAAsk/lgmRQFgk1ng/s200/farpani.gif" border="0" /></a><br />echaré de menos tu cariño<br />tus palabras de aliento mesurado<br />tus llamadas de nocturnos desvarios...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-3202148770237346271?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-69861198905866676112008-04-17T17:41:00.009+02:002008-04-20T22:06:08.713+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAd0WNay-hI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PMjWTtSJ5Lg/s1600-h/gitanilla.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190245020475783698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAd0WNay-hI/AAAAAAAAAr8/PMjWTtSJ5Lg/s400/gitanilla.jpg" border="0" /></a>Con la fuerza de mis pies caminaré<br />por las estrechas calles de la esperanza<br /><div><div><div><div>recogiendo los afectos abandonados</div><div>en las riberas blancas de la añoranza.</div><div>No abandonaré ni un solo recuerdo<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M1NK1vhQNn8"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190246652563356194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 60px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="131" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAd11Nay-iI/AAAAAAAAAsE/_QPauo5t5fE/s200/001.gif" width="60" border="0" /></a></div><div>porque todos caben en la despensa,</div><div>para no olvidar de donde vengo</div><div>ni donde duerme paciente, mi nostalgia ... </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6986119890586667611?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-74535551111922864362008-04-14T18:34:00.005+02:002008-04-14T19:12:25.210+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAOH4tay-bI/AAAAAAAAArM/1Ro9qH492yM/s1600-h/imagenes-corazones-peq.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189140603995355570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAOH4tay-bI/AAAAAAAAArM/1Ro9qH492yM/s400/imagenes-corazones-peq.jpg" border="0" /></a> No cuelgues la ilusión<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=01JQe00XHPI"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189149507462560194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/SAOP-9ay-cI/AAAAAAAAArU/n0w-SyvPnrQ/s200/luna20.gif" border="0" /></a><br />en los barrotes de una silla,<br />el corazón se deteriora<br />comiéndole la melancolía.<br />Cuélgatela de la cabeza,<br />de las manos, de las piernas,<br />caminando firmemente<br />sobre la dureza de las piedras...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7453555111192286436?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-81858716448967165752008-04-05T18:39:00.004+02:002008-04-05T20:54:46.364+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R818COcqWMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fbt3rMDq_vw/s1600-h/7.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173927924598462658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R818COcqWMI/AAAAAAAAAqc/fbt3rMDq_vw/s400/7.gif" border="0" /></a>La delfín de porcelana quiso por una vez cambiar su existencia por la de una fantasía en los sueños de cualquiera. Sería gran aventura cambiar su pétrea figura por la sinuosidad en las curvas de una sirena. En realidad, se convertiría en reina de corales, de grandes bandadas de peces de colores y sería, la más bella.<br />... no se daba cuenta que la mágica era ella al poder soñar esa idea...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Y5ZHuEiSsA"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185799422471993538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R_epGWTeeMI/AAAAAAAAArE/3s5oYhMB52Q/s200/03.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8185871644896716575?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-5928057012452805592008-03-30T22:00:00.000+02:002008-03-30T22:29:58.670+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R-VGyGTeeII/AAAAAAAAAqk/_txLd9yATd4/s1600-h/reiki%2520wow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180624772859328642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R-VGyGTeeII/AAAAAAAAAqk/_txLd9yATd4/s400/reiki%2520wow.jpg" border="0" /></a> Diseñando una vida <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hifS-eDEPrQ"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182123991323539634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R-qaUGTeeLI/AAAAAAAAAq8/r6TSZtL6JuQ/s200/pinguino.gif" border="0" /></a><br />olvidé hacerme mayor<br />construí la platería<br />olvidando la labor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-592805701245280559?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-22555667533537180862008-03-02T22:21:00.004+01:002008-03-03T17:13:51.228+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R8sagSlwASI/AAAAAAAAAqE/CDiH3QAbbSM/s1600-h/6391.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173257739013456162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R8sagSlwASI/AAAAAAAAAqE/CDiH3QAbbSM/s400/6391.png" border="0" /></a><br />Una vez soñé despierta viendo la belleza alrededor, pensé que el final del cuento había llegado y finalmente triunfaba el amor. Lejos quedaron días de soledad y tristeza, comenzaron la esperanza y muy seguidita la ilusión. Una vez soñé ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2255566753353718086?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-17361161949859455732008-02-09T22:47:00.000+01:002008-02-09T20:44:42.518+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5-fO4IMcJI/AAAAAAAAApU/mlPxLPdfTwI/s1600-h/old-ternura.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161018775923617938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5-fO4IMcJI/AAAAAAAAApU/mlPxLPdfTwI/s400/old-ternura.jpg" border="0" /></a>Solo tu calor alcanza mi alma ,<br />no te conviertas en mi recuerdo sino en mi presente<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=qX4zZJUFFsg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165063790396859266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R63-JtTWY4I/AAAAAAAAAp0/VTh21x5ygTc/s200/Amor+1.png" border="0" /></a>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1736116194985945573?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-84770081447154919302008-02-01T18:39:00.000+01:002008-02-09T20:41:08.070+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162439284817162402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R6SrLYIMcKI/AAAAAAAAApc/tZbmlBmeC5w/s400/imaginacion.jpg" border="0" />La mezcla de colores enriquece la luz que te ilumina,<br />agrede a la monótona sombra <div><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=fBT8iDvyBBI&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165040198141502306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R63osdTWY2I/AAAAAAAAApk/zQBDWRZPRMA/s200/256-art02b.gif" border="0" /></a></div>que con pálida expresión te contamina.<br />Fusiona rasgos de esperanza y armonia <div>que deleita corazones sin razones ni valías...<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R63osdTWY2I/AAAAAAAAApk/zQBDWRZPRMA/s1600-h/256-art02b.gif"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8477008144715491930?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-86053742499524186252008-01-27T22:25:00.000+01:002008-01-27T23:03:10.166+01:00<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5z3GoIMcHI/AAAAAAAAApE/amsfQPxoI_w/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160270966282809458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5z3GoIMcHI/AAAAAAAAApE/amsfQPxoI_w/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ese rincón secreto</div><div>donde duermen nuestros sueños<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=07pzh3mWcJ4&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160276339286896770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5z7_YIMcII/AAAAAAAAApM/kTDQpwm0au8/s400/Mariposa.png" border="0" /></a></div><div>está tranquilo y sereno</div><div>porque alberga nuestros encuentros.</div><div>Acoge sin recelar</div><div>historias de amor intenso</div><div>sin llegar ajusticiar</div><div>demoras a largo tiempo...<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8605374249952418625?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-46240767496207598132008-01-26T17:48:00.000+01:002008-01-26T23:52:26.965+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5t9aYIMcGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hkM1n5Z8iak/s1600-h/dsdsdsfwt6.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159855690189926498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5t9aYIMcGI/AAAAAAAAAo8/hkM1n5Z8iak/s320/dsdsdsfwt6.png" border="0" /></a>Todo sigue igual<br /><div><div>pero nada está en su sitio,</div><div>amanece sin cesar</div><div>y oscurece por capricho.</div><div>Historias que se van</div><div>recuerdos que regresan</div><div>demonios que aparecen</div><div>princesas que no besan.</div><div>Látigo despiadado</div><div>liana travesera<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5txhIIMcDI/AAAAAAAAAok/F3Lzg-_a1sg/s1600-h/whtblowing_bubbles_w.gif"></a></div><div>castigo comedido</div><div>instantes que no llegan...</div></div><div><a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=L7eZh3mn5Ps"></a></div><br /><br /><div><div><a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=L7eZh3mn5Ps"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159854895620976722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5t8sIIMcFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/dVVnv7mCKsc/s200/whtblowing_bubbles_w.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><div></div><div><div><a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=L7eZh3mn5Ps"></a> </div><br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=L7eZh3mn5Ps"></a></div></div><div><div><a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=L7eZh3mn5Ps"></a></div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5t8sIIMcFI/AAAAAAAAAo0/dVVnv7mCKsc/s1600-h/whtblowing_bubbles_w.gif"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4624076749620759813?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-40168333047286081122008-01-21T20:00:00.000+01:002008-01-21T20:07:40.451+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5TpDhSgcFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zrg_PfrAIIw/s1600-h/20070811191222-puzle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158003719930933330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5TpDhSgcFI/AAAAAAAAAn8/zrg_PfrAIIw/s400/20070811191222-puzle.jpg" border="0" /></a>Al final encajan las piezas <a href="http://www.brl.ntt.co.jp/people/hara/fly.swf"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158005442212819058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5TqnxSgcHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/JMKKuoD4fes/s200/profe.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>tan solo hay que esperar,</div>cóncavas unen convexas<br /><div>rectas marcan final ... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4016833304728608112?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-59077739172511898022008-01-18T20:42:00.000+01:002008-01-18T20:52:16.609+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5EBcRSgcEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/32nfiNxQAY4/s1600-h/Perspectives_of_life_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156904633504919618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R5EBcRSgcEI/AAAAAAAAAn0/32nfiNxQAY4/s400/Perspectives_of_life_by_ssuunnddeeww.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cuando la oscuridad nos envuelve<br />y las negras tinieblas aparecen<br />apretamos fuerte las cadenas<br />que a este mundo, sin duda, pertenecen...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5907773917251189802?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-19543378805662815822008-01-13T17:07:00.000+01:002008-01-13T17:29:51.047+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R4o73hSgcDI/AAAAAAAAAns/jg9Jr6wq6JE/s1600-h/20060814122542-madre-e-hijo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154998548493791282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R4o73hSgcDI/AAAAAAAAAns/jg9Jr6wq6JE/s400/20060814122542-madre-e-hijo.jpg" border="0" /></a>Lucecita encendida<br /><div>guardará tu corazón</div><div>el recuerdo de una madre</div><div>es la luz de la ilusión.</div><div>Llora de pena</div><div>rabia de dolor</div><div>pero piensa una cosa,</div><div>eres simiente de su amor.</div><div>Tú sin pensarlo,</div><div>sin prepararlo ni calcularlo</div><div>eres la prolongación</div><div>de sus pasos pausados...</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1954337880566281582?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-59452099327086390602008-01-05T21:38:00.000+01:002008-01-05T22:27:41.974+01:00<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3_tMRSgcAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/utdJxwbwJ28/s1600-h/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152097293790375938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3_tMRSgcAI/AAAAAAAAAnU/utdJxwbwJ28/s400/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg" border="0" /></a>¿Vendrán por allí?¿Se esconden quizá?<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gd8_Uhd3r20"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152102327492046882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3_xxRSgcCI/AAAAAAAAAnk/04Pj2ToJZrM/s200/unicorn_standing_look_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3_wOBSgcBI/AAAAAAAAAnc/e2RU385g6RQ/s1600-h/drummer.gif"></a></div><div>Hasta el amanecer no se sabrá.</div><div>Esperemos amigo,</div><div>abramos los ojos,</div><div>no desfallezca</div><div>nuestro arrojo ... vendrán, vendrán.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5945209932708639060?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-75196094475440081272007-12-29T23:55:00.000+01:002007-12-30T00:15:36.111+01:00<a href="http://images.google.es/imgres?imgurl=http://calfranca.eresmas.net/fotos/El-mundo-al-reves.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.canonistas.com/foros/showthread.php%3Ft%3D4167&amp;h=652&amp;w=952&amp;sz=185&amp;hl=es&amp;start=14&amp;tbnid=7VSaTkKt6bvdDM:&amp;tbnh=101&amp;tbnw=148&amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dmundo%2Bal%2Breb%25C3%25A9s%26gbv%3D2%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Des%26sa%3DG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149536110302490610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3bTzxSgb_I/AAAAAAAAAnM/hAHkIdon6C8/s400/El-mundo-al-reves.jpg" border="0" /> </a>Un nuevo hábito da distinta perspectiva de la realidad y del futuro... (El padrino III) ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7519609447544008127?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-46139313727618381542007-12-26T18:14:00.000+01:002007-12-26T18:28:03.842+01:00<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3KNFBSgb7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/92Mr7dBMwDE/s1600-h/Manos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148332441422819250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3KNFBSgb7I/AAAAAAAAAmM/92Mr7dBMwDE/s400/Manos.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ayúdame a entender lo esencial<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRPrhuzm6N4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148333639718694866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R3KOKxSgb9I/AAAAAAAAAmc/k5oEm4-Vnwo/s200/dulcimer_notes_flyout_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>sin perderme en lo superficial</div><div>para ganarle la partida</div><div>a esta complicada vida...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4613931372761838154?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-29882747358690731702007-12-23T20:38:00.000+01:002007-12-23T22:56:53.900+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R2QusxSgbsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUqngivm9pk/s1600-h/QuieresConocerMiAlma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144288021044031170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R2QusxSgbsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/SUqngivm9pk/s400/QuieresConocerMiAlma.jpg" border="0" /></a> Belleza infinita guardada en ese pequeño corazón,<br />palpita a golpes de silencio,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkE8cs7iqSM&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147267474217004962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R27EfxSgb6I/AAAAAAAAAmE/J6BF73tGur0/s200/bfly1BgWHT.gif" border="0" /></a><br />se esconde en un vacío botellón.<br />La marea rige su destino, a veces desbocado,<br />silencia sus temblorosos llantos<br />con remolinos alborotados...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2988274735869073170?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-24446477917097915832007-12-22T23:18:00.000+01:002007-12-23T21:30:16.425+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146927098058796914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R22O7RSgb3I/AAAAAAAAAls/nEDPKhmVsNw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" />Tilín, tolón, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FlLESI7cIo0"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146932127465500562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R22TgBSgb5I/AAAAAAAAAl8/OpLA2ZlzSgI/s200/art-0287.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>azúcar y carbón, </div><div>turrones almendrados</div><div>qué viva el niño Dios...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2444647791709791583?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-16909387867869755932007-12-15T22:47:00.000+01:002007-12-16T00:04:46.896+01:00<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144323231185923810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R2ROuRSgbuI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Ygj94xeA0fQ/s400/mano.bmp" border="0" /> Cuando el cielo impregna sus lágrimas sobre mi piel</div><div>se despiertan mis instintos, mis ensueños, mi babel.</div><div>Caótico encuentro de sensaciones olvidadas</div><div>aparecen unidas por gotas de añoranzas.</div><div>Fue bonito, fue el principio, fue ayer,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gd7N1YQoSo"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144334252072005474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R2RYvxSgb2I/AAAAAAAAAlk/u-ihiGu9Bxo/s200/1587.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>aquel tiempo que ha acabado</div><div>tras los poros de mi piel ...<br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1690938786786975593?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-81122893522926478662007-12-09T18:54:00.000+01:002007-12-09T20:44:45.210+01:00<a href="http://www.elmundo.es/elmundo/2007/05/13/internacional/1179025967.html"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142042428727075074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1w0WGBDoQI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Mtrao-UNAfg/s400/1148291279_0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Nacer niña implica nacer en el lugar adecuado para no ser carga o molestia, para no suponer un disgusto a sus progenitores que desean niños. Nacer niña es una pérdida de intereses a largo plazo y sin beneficio alguno, es una lacra que debilita a la familia que la sustenta. Nacer niña es lo último que desea una madre, una abuela, una tía, que no quieren ver sufrir a una niña posteriormente dada al maltrato ... como a ellas les ocurrió por nacer niñas. Nacer niña sin llegar a nacer porque la ecografía la vio enseguida. Nacer niña, nacer niña, nacer niña ...<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kqal_j4wuMw"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142041771597078754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1wzv2BDoOI/AAAAAAAAAj8/YmmuBpZLQlg/s400/gif_105_43.gif" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8112289352292647866?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-78060304592153292242007-12-08T22:19:00.000+01:002007-12-08T23:34:21.755+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1sbKmBDoNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5_CCW_8O_Ek/s1600-h/00029958.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141733268391174354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1sbKmBDoNI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5_CCW_8O_Ek/s400/00029958.jpg" border="0" /></a>Déjame pasar <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=he26DAbk3Sw&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141732834599477442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1saxWBDoMI/AAAAAAAAAjs/AqawX8FJ2wI/s200/x_diana207.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>es mi propiedad</div><div>quiero ser el dueño</div><div>de mi caminar...<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7806030459215329224?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-65927097985085736402007-12-06T18:43:00.000+01:002007-12-07T22:56:16.560+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1g1BZwOsXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mIBWq7KQlLo/s1600-h/para+ti.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140917272852738418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1g1BZwOsXI/AAAAAAAAAjI/mIBWq7KQlLo/s400/para+ti.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ojalá alguien como tú buscase a alguien como yo <div>para poder decirle como me ha tocado el corazón</div><div>y protagonizado mis sueños...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6592709798508573640?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-80107418739389935652007-12-01T20:17:00.000+01:002007-12-01T21:39:32.588+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1GzmctzwCI/AAAAAAAAAig/GAsLYzTAGqI/s1600-R/y1pZZ32IZgRgsZSqMc1oXkIUdk6kgYw9VDJsn5eL8pOOvkfxRelaonKpDvXaOKvsQRhZ2w76gbSdLo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139086122931175458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1GzmctzwCI/AAAAAAAAAig/_TX4zFdhyDs/s400/y1pZZ32IZgRgsZSqMc1oXkIUdk6kgYw9VDJsn5eL8pOOvkfxRelaonKpDvXaOKvsQRhZ2w76gbSdLo.jpg" border="0" /></a>En la riqueza y en la pobreza,<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=o2pLHLOnG6I&amp;feature=related"></a> <a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=o2pLHLOnG6I&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139106755954065474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R1HGXctzwEI/AAAAAAAAAiw/JQV3Cauzuro/s200/margaritas1.gif" border="0" /></a><br />en la salud y en la enfermedad<br />y así todos los días de nuestra vida ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8010741873938993565?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-79831693103537047872007-11-25T22:17:00.000+01:002007-11-25T23:31:42.514+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R0np9n0F4qI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8s5oR-GZqvY/s1600-h/y1pZZ32IZgRgsbW3iBtLQrklQwM2cR5yzu-0nw4fQ7SAAgrWQE1SOoIYok2hlZj5nYQl7OSvWGhOyA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136894094861525666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R0np9n0F4qI/AAAAAAAAAiA/8s5oR-GZqvY/s400/y1pZZ32IZgRgsbW3iBtLQrklQwM2cR5yzu-0nw4fQ7SAAgrWQE1SOoIYok2hlZj5nYQl7OSvWGhOyA.jpg" border="0" /></a>Descubrir cada mañana<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136896534402949842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R0nsLn0F4tI/AAAAAAAAAiY/hS6uEqmLbSs/s200/19.gif" border="0" /></a><br />un nuevo rayito de sol<br />te convierte en peregrino<br />de la senda del amor...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7983169310353704787?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-56040103497563343092007-11-18T18:12:00.001+01:002007-11-18T18:31:13.339+01:00<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134229909467947634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R0By5n0F4nI/AAAAAAAAAho/JfYVtdpwaFU/s400/y1pZZ32IZgRgsYaVNcPPesyyR4A2HKaWOd32b9D7DLGhPeidLuKc9FRzX1ywUh-RosTnvIGqTpjFYI.jpg" border="0" /> Y volveré a ser arena<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfOu3z0oQeM&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134230759871472258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/R0BzrH0F4oI/AAAAAAAAAhw/isyDHFE1Elc/s400/13.gif" border="0" /></a></div>de aquella cala dorada,<br /><div>me fundiré con el agua</div><div>en una noche estrellada.</div><div>Regresaré sin miedo</div><div>a mi lecho en el mar</div><div>donde las sirenas</div><div>existen sin soñar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5604010349756334309?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-6808617473921917632007-11-17T19:07:00.000+01:002007-11-17T19:46:32.328+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rz8uM30F4lI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GK4oh-tM_M4/s1600-h/20061024192502-leepausterblog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133872898901402194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rz8uM30F4lI/AAAAAAAAAhY/GK4oh-tM_M4/s400/20061024192502-leepausterblog.jpg" border="0" /></a> Naúfrago desvalido,<br />perdido en el mar<br />descubre su destino<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSkWlas28Bw"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133879006344897122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="167" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rz8zwX0F4mI/AAAAAAAAAhg/nvDbUGiMHyI/s400/2770.gif" width="100" border="0" /></a><br />y tiene que llorar.<br />La luna se ha partido,<br />hundido en altamar<br />recuerda su camino<br />y debe regresar.<br />La noche ha oscurecido,<br />huído el verbo amar<br />se siente cuan molino<br />sin aspas que girar.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-680861747392191763?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-47046713669723218492007-11-11T19:46:00.000+01:002007-11-15T17:39:56.433+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RzxxI30F4kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6vO7AU9o8J8/s1600-h/y1pZZ32IZgRgsb3SL06UPAv7jhE3j7BvPt1uwzLVN7FuaI4M_Qro2r2JKjuCc6SkAFQOWj1vIEY_UA.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133102072530854466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RzxxI30F4kI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/6vO7AU9o8J8/s400/y1pZZ32IZgRgsb3SL06UPAv7jhE3j7BvPt1uwzLVN7FuaI4M_Qro2r2JKjuCc6SkAFQOWj1vIEY_UA.jpg" border="0" /></a>La necesidad es algo que surge sin pensar,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8GKfLI5GvE&amp;feature=related"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133101402515956274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rzxwh30F4jI/AAAAAAAAAhI/tWun3PXfKjA/s200/kid_wearingdadsclothes_md_wht.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><div>se crea sin planear y se vive sin remediar.</div><div>Es un traje de mil costuras abotonado de pies a cabeza,</div><div>te ahoga cuando te aprieta y te baila cuando escasea.</div><div>Difícil es desprenderse de esta ley de igualdad,</div><div>a unos les falta el sustento y otros carecen de paz... </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-4704671366972321849?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-7048353628604784222007-11-03T18:50:00.000+01:002007-11-07T18:23:22.912+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyzY7OxyCfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/l9z7S8zGKEE/s1600-h/f_VerdadesDelAlma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128712587758930418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyzY7OxyCfI/AAAAAAAAAgw/l9z7S8zGKEE/s400/f_VerdadesDelAlma.jpg" border="0" /></a>Cuando llega el momento y descubres la paz<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54HBnB5RD7E"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128712162557168098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyzYiexyCeI/AAAAAAAAAgo/thfQn2mxXIs/s400/estrelado_pink.gif" border="0" /></a><br />nada en el mundo te la dejará olvidar.<br />Buscarás con anhelo disfrutarla sin más,<br />sonriéndole al cielo siendo alma no más...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-704835362860478422?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-24174434857764763172007-11-01T20:31:00.000+01:002007-11-01T20:39:28.289+01:00<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyoptexyCPI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZuaDvltfFLU/s1600-h/235933.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127956987047446770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyoptexyCPI/AAAAAAAAAew/ZuaDvltfFLU/s400/235933.jpg" border="0" /></a> Reir por fuera,<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qJSnrrp1smc"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127957674242214146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyoqVexyCQI/AAAAAAAAAe4/IAo51rhzE64/s200/11-02manimatedstars.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>llorar por dentro,</div><div>difícil equilibrio...<br /></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2417443485776476317?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-29149412593905273112007-10-27T23:13:00.000+02:002007-10-28T00:20:52.879+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyOsvxFRkrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sI3CGt3H13k/s1600-h/DSCN3111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126130737507046066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyOsvxFRkrI/AAAAAAAAAeg/sI3CGt3H13k/s400/DSCN3111.jpg" border="0" /></a> Y pensar , <a href="http://mx.youtube.com/watch?v=3nRaD79gQWE"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126144678970888898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RyO5bRFRksI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2LGWkgMhV_I/s200/speaker-motion3-w.gif" border="0" /></a><br />que todos me creen de su propiedad.<br />Sacio su necesidad de poder<br />alimentando sus pobres cerebros,<br />convierto la naturaleza del ser<br />en dependencia de mis devaneos.<br />Miran mis muslos turgentes,<br />mis lomos carnosos remiran,<br />soy bella tan sólo en su plato<br />y al devorarme con sus mentiras...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-2914941259390527311?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-86919160408787893822007-10-18T17:19:00.000+02:002007-10-19T19:35:24.370+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rxd9xU1igeI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zYp5BxvJP3U/s1600-h/start_image.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122701387517559266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rxd9xU1igeI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zYp5BxvJP3U/s400/start_image.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=TDZras1U2y8"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122700859236581842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rxd9Sk1igdI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SDyfa6jIpUo/s200/16.gif" border="0" /></a>El tesoro más valioso <div><div><div>que se puede regalar</div><div>cabe entre dos corazones ,</div><div>se multipica con cada palpitar.</div><div>Dulce inocencia dormida</div><div>en la mayor felicidad,</div><div>regazo de nuestra madre</div><div>cuna de seguridad ...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8691916040878789382?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-59193498897346147232007-10-05T16:27:00.000+02:002007-10-05T16:54:17.650+02:00<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117860809051111826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RwZLSk1igZI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LpEJ-OEkML4/s400/Allura.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>¿Por qué no?<a href="http://www.franciscorobles.com.ar/libros/principito/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117865486270497202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RwZPi01igbI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hHNizeTIz_8/s400/15.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div>construirte un traje</div><div>con rayos de ilusión.</div><div>Marcándote los sueños</div><div>creando sus lugares</div><div>cosiendo los recuerdos</div><div>hilvanando los males...<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5919349889734614723?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-52128819488045089842007-10-02T18:04:00.000+02:002007-10-02T18:23:29.287+02:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RwJsx01igTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/G6bl30HAf6E/s1600-h/10189012is5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116771729898897714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RwJsx01igTI/AAAAAAAAAc4/G6bl30HAf6E/s200/10189012is5.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nada podrá perturbar<br />la paz mundial<br />mientrás su sonrisa<br />sea lo principal ...<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GehwwXSxwo8"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5212881948804508984?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-65534735567017373802007-09-29T18:46:00.000+02:002007-09-29T19:28:08.416+02:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rv6Et_bYCQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UlIhhcRSlWE/s1600-h/gatito.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115672152394696962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rv6Et_bYCQI/AAAAAAAAAcY/UlIhhcRSlWE/s400/gatito.jpg" border="0" /></a> No es posible calcular<a href="http://es.youtube.com/watch?v=-uYOlj51dgQ"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115678629205379346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Rv6Km_bYCRI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iymSaV2Y-Jg/s200/carita.gif" border="0" /></a><br />cada paso en esta vida,<br />crees estar avanzando<br />estando siempre en la salida.<br />Ni con alas conseguirás<br />ganarle al tiempo la partida,<br />cada cosa en su momento<br />y sin correr, la vencida ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-6553473556701737380?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-5024389026052022232007-09-27T19:18:00.000+02:002007-09-29T21:08:04.229+02:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114936394432121042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RvvnjPbYCNI/AAAAAAAAAcA/TCDrHDr7VO4/s400/arrieros_14.jpg" border="0" />El muchacho encontró a su joven amigo octogenario sentado a la orilla del camino ...<br />-Hola amigo José, cuenta, cuéntame ... ¿cómo haces para mantener esa sonrisa despues de tantos años?<br />-Es fácil Pabliño, escucha, escúchame bien. Si quieres sonreir una semana, márchate de vacaciones. Si lo que quieres es sonreir un año, cásate. Pero si quieres sonreir toda la vida, hazte agricultor porque la tierra te dará lo que necesitas y te quitará lo que te sobra...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-502438902605202223?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-85573165950438136132007-09-22T19:22:00.000+02:002007-09-23T16:14:43.496+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RvVWH_bYCII/AAAAAAAAAbU/gAVdrWyMFgk/s1600-h/soledad.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113087647234394242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RvVWH_bYCII/AAAAAAAAAbU/gAVdrWyMFgk/s400/soledad.jpg" border="0" /></a>La locura se manifiesta por un irrefrenable deseo de evadirse de la realidad; ya dicen que sólo pueden ser felices aquellos que viven en absoluta ignorancia. Ser feliz implica temer dejar de serlo.Temer implica necesitar refugio. Refugiarse te convierte en dependiente. Dependiendo eres vulnerable y si esto ocurre, fácilmente derrotado. <a href="http://www.rtve.es/?go=e5911a8f3a240786c19429278dceea2c54011d4340331c100a811dd8cebcd5cc88c36af9aca510247e859be373124f7ffd7fe09510b176d31a83fc69cef4c768a09702f1edd6b2747de1c07805e97e47082a7c453a12dd1540e84772af80fa2c289df01031b169d2bb6ffb6100cc7bd97a8006c18d39885e"></a><br /><div>¿Por qué empeñarse en ser feliz y no, en estar loco?...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-8557316595043813613?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-18163137525090607572007-09-21T10:16:00.000+02:002007-09-23T19:59:30.459+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RvOBCfbYCHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/04TV7A85HJE/s1600-h/38107rs14vxui6h.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112571881791686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RvOBCfbYCHI/AAAAAAAAAbM/04TV7A85HJE/s320/38107rs14vxui6h.gif" border="0" /></a> Los días se suceden en lenta progresión ,<br /><div>alcanzando finales sin ninguna devoción.</div><div>Queda desamparada la existencia</div><div>como niño olvidado en la trastienda;</div><div>llora y llora en continuo desconsuelo,</div><div>abandonando su ser en el subsuelo...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1816313752509060757?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-13373892142652563232007-09-16T21:04:00.000+02:002007-09-22T21:40:00.144+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ru2Bq4pu2pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tsSHXzN7BR4/s1600-h/caricia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110883725897292434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ru2Bq4pu2pI/AAAAAAAAAa0/tsSHXzN7BR4/s400/caricia.jpg" border="0" /></a>No llores cariño<br /><div><div>no lo hagas más</div><div>que pasarán los días</div><div>y hay que caminar...</div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPfkVrOMsn0&amp;mode=related&amp;search="><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110883996480232098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ru2B6opu2qI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7FmcPITZBlc/s200/ROSE_008.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-1337389214265256323?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-57881773844611094092007-09-15T21:36:00.000+02:002007-09-16T00:47:23.365+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ruw43opu2lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sTSkuATZvpY/s1600-h/1176729096_extras_albumes_0.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110522205615086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ruw43opu2lI/AAAAAAAAAaU/sTSkuATZvpY/s400/1176729096_extras_albumes_0.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quiero conseguir tu brillo, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fZoyfhG0Wwk"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110525821977549410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/Ruw8KIpu2mI/AAAAAAAAAac/3F_SrOZy-BA/s200/ele.gif" border="0" /></a><br />tu dulce cara de cristal,<br />tus curvas metalizadas,<br />toda tu marca personal ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-5788177384461109409?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16980963.post-72233080098562034692007-09-02T20:34:00.000+02:002007-09-29T19:41:35.534+02:00<a href="http://www.nicoletta.info/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105678413609806770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RtsDd1SXq7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/mw4z-GxdQ-c/s400/20051212154637-huerfano.jpg" border="0" /></a> A veces, desear no es suficiente, sino sólo la razón, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dvZ4GX5BUX4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105678860286405586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nmJyFBdJoiY/RtsD31SXq9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/x3eTMv7kXVM/s200/gif_105_43.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>convirtiendo el sufrimiento en fuente de vida y amor...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16980963-7223308009856203469?l=mirandonos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>marmotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11660430511707283879noreply@blogger.com8