<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:14:41.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo Surge de la Palabra</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114722461575460491</id><published>2006-05-09T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:25:35.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde ahora veo el vaso medio lleno, sin ser conformista amo lo que tengo y a los míos, amo los regalos que me dan cada día, amo la felicidad de mi familia, amo la alegría que me trasmite tu sonrisa, amo cada mañana ocupada y desocupada, amo lo que puedes y quieres entregarme, amo cada instante cerca y lejos de ti. Dejaré de lado el rencor y te daré el regalo más preciado, el perdón y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;El llanto que derramé lo tomaré como aprendizaje en mi vida, porque al volver me diste una nueva oportunidad, porque al volver me dejas regalarte nuevamente cada nuevo día de mi maravilloso vuelo… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114722461575460491?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114722461575460491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114722461575460491&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114722461575460491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114722461575460491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/05/felicidad_09.html' title='Felicidad'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114662208517074482</id><published>2006-05-02T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:05:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosita</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La noche avanzaba de a poco y ahí estabas, mirándolo a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te amo, te dijo, y tu sonreías, con calma, con ternura, con miedo. Quizás sea la última noche cariño, la última, la última vez que vea tus ojos y tu rostro pintado con luces de anochecer, con la luz que entra desde la persiana blanca, con la luz de la luna que tantas veces te regalé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te amo cariño, y tu respiración se iba, tranquila, tranquila…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114662208517074482?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114662208517074482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114662208517074482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114662208517074482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114662208517074482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/05/rosita.html' title='Rosita'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114650510211567493</id><published>2006-05-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:40:46.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacía</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca imaginé que el primer gran viaje de mi vida iba a llevar tanta pena y dolor. Me siento vacía, vacía…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No puedo quedarme para verte feliz con otra persona, no puedo quedarme y encontrarme contigo en cualquier parte, con ella, de la mano, por la vida… no puedo quedarme para consumirme por dentro y por fuera, para verte caer en brazos ajenos, y no poder hacer nada para evitarlo, porque ya no soy nada, nadie para impedirlo… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114650510211567493?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114650510211567493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114650510211567493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114650510211567493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114650510211567493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/05/vaca.html' title='vacía'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114645065934097131</id><published>2006-04-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T19:30:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vuela</title><content type='html'>Dulce Borboleta del corazón mal herido, vuela con tus alas, lejos, lejos de aquí. Ya llegará alguien que te ame por completo, ya llegará alguien que se la juegue por tí. Alguien para quien seas la luz que brilla en sus ojos, alguien  para quien seas encanto, simpatía, ternura; alguien a quien entregues tus noches y tus dias y sepa apreciar tu dulzura, tu encanto y placer. Alguien que no necesite buscar en otras alas la alegría y el amor que tu SI puedes ofrecer. Busca Borboleta, busca en otras flores, que ya llegará aquel que valore todo tu ser, para entregar todo por el resto de tus dias y soñar de la mano cada amanecer. Sabes que la vida de una borboleta es corta, nace vive y muere con un intenso placer; vive Borboleta con toda tu energía, porque aquel que cuida tu camino, piensa que es hora de que vuelvas a nacer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114645065934097131?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114645065934097131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114645065934097131&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114645065934097131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114645065934097131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/04/vuela.html' title='vuela'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114641269495999927</id><published>2006-04-30T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:59:16.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;If you, if you could return&lt;br /&gt;Don´t let it burn, don´t let it fade&lt;br /&gt;I´m sure I´m not being rude&lt;br /&gt;But it´s just your attitude&lt;br /&gt;It´s tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;It´s ruining everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swore, I swore I would be true&lt;br /&gt;And honey so did you&lt;br /&gt;So why were you holding her hand&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way we stand&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a game to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I´m in so deep&lt;br /&gt;You know I´m such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you&lt;br /&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong, I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could get by&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Things wouldn´t be so confused&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn´t feel so used&lt;br /&gt;But you always really knew&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I´m in so deep&lt;br /&gt;You know I´m such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I´m in so deep&lt;br /&gt;You know I´m such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I´m such a fool for you&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;Do you have to, do you have to, do you have to let it linger.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114641269495999927?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114641269495999927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114641269495999927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114641269495999927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114641269495999927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/04/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114601102906254901</id><published>2006-04-25T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:23:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aquel</title><content type='html'>Esta noche, aquel hombre que me cuida volvió.&lt;br /&gt;Me arropó con sus manos fuertes y tibias.&lt;br /&gt;Desde la puerta, caminó despacio hacia la mesa, donde leyó mis rezos, y subió por la escalera...hacia el cielo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114601102906254901?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114601102906254901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114601102906254901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114601102906254901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114601102906254901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/04/aquel.html' title='aquel'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-114592599380527489</id><published>2006-04-24T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:25:12.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separados</title><content type='html'>Por qué &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Separados&lt;/span&gt; se escribe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan junto&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-114592599380527489?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/114592599380527489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=114592599380527489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114592599380527489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/114592599380527489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/04/separados.html' title='Separados'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-113833377953067630</id><published>2006-01-26T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:42:20.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>Y si callo mi voz se desgasta,&lt;br /&gt;Y si rio mi voz ya se fue...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-113833377953067630?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/113833377953067630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=113833377953067630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/113833377953067630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/113833377953067630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-113167833825901571</id><published>2005-11-11T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:45:55.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pecados</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A veces pienso que si una vez cometiste pecados éstos nunca te serán perdonados, que cada día te serán reprochados, reprendidos, recriminados…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tu y yo aprendimos a conocernos, a amarnos, a acariciarnos. Yo aprendí a respetarte, a entenderte, a creerte. Tú aprendiste a admirarme, a entenderme, pero no a perdonarme. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-113167833825901571?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/113167833825901571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=113167833825901571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/113167833825901571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/113167833825901571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2005/11/pecados_11.html' title='Pecados'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-112684247584356319</id><published>2005-09-15T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T20:47:55.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Duermo en un sueño intenso y agotador. No se con que sueño, no se con quien sueño, no se… Sólo se que el sueño se hace cada instante más cómodo, más exquisito, no quiero despertar jamás. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me levanto suavemente. Siento que me deslizo en el aire, vuelo. Pero alto: mi cuerpo yace en aquel lecho en el que tantas veces te tuve… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora puedo ver sin ser descubierta, ahora puedo espiar en los sueños de los que amo. Los visito, duermen serenos, nada los conmueve, nada les coarta esa tranquilidad y pasividad. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya es hora de volver, de volver a ese cuerpo, a ese lecho, a esa vida… Pero no quiero volver, no voy a volver, así estoy bien, aquí estoy bien, aquí me quedo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-112684247584356319?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/112684247584356319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=112684247584356319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112684247584356319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112684247584356319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2005/09/sueos.html' title='Sueños...'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-112674926590681619</id><published>2005-09-14T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:47:34.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voz</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dos manos gigantes aprisionan mi cabeza, lado a lado, palmo a palmo, y aplauden como si ella no existiera… Siento mi mente palpitar, retumbar, cierro mis ojos y veo luces, pequeñas estrellitas que palpitan, se encienden y se apagan, se encienden,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;se apagan… &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me duelen las piernas, los brazos se me caen, me voy durmiendo, durmiendo…&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Despierto sin dolores, sin problemas, y una luz blanca aparece por mi ventana e ilumina toda la habitación… Una voz me dice: “Tu vida tuvo un sentido, cumpliste ya tu objetivo, debes venir conmigo. Tuviste muchos amigos, besaste labios furtivos, tu familia al fin te quiso, debes venir conmigo”.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y yo me dejo llevar por esa voz llenadora, siempre he sabido que temprano llegaría la hora de sentir aquella paz… Siempre supe que mi cuerpo era frágil, que mi vida era corta y que debía entregarme a aquella voluntad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-112674926590681619?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/112674926590681619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=112674926590681619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112674926590681619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112674926590681619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2005/09/voz.html' title='Voz'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-112647868398804408</id><published>2005-09-11T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:48:10.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos vemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy te hablo en un sueño fugaz,&lt;br /&gt;para que recuerdes tan sólo un pasar,&lt;br /&gt;de esta historia, de este juego,&lt;br /&gt;de lo que te vengo a contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora, en un rato me iré,&lt;br /&gt;no se donde esté, pero descansaré,&lt;br /&gt;estaré más tranquila,&lt;br /&gt;las penas y el dolor se irán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo vengo a decir que pasé,&lt;br /&gt;junto a ti mis mejores momentos,&lt;br /&gt;y que en estos momentos no encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;las palabras para decir cuanto te amé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque se que esto te costará,&lt;br /&gt;con risas y flores me despedirán,&lt;br /&gt;y tu pena, de a poquito,&lt;br /&gt;caminará y se alejará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero que seas feliz,&lt;br /&gt;que encuentres a alguien que pueda vivir,&lt;br /&gt;juntoa ti, amor mio,&lt;br /&gt;y te haga volver a sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cuando venga, quizas,&lt;br /&gt;a verte en un sueño de nuevo fugaz,&lt;br /&gt;quiero ver tu carita,&lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos brillando al hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, que seas feliz,&lt;br /&gt;ya siento mi alma salirse de aquí,&lt;br /&gt;te amo, no me olvides,&lt;br /&gt;nos vemos cuando tengas que partir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-112647868398804408?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/112647868398804408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=112647868398804408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112647868398804408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112647868398804408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2005/09/nos-vemos_112647868398804408.html' title='Nos vemos'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-112615394853832587</id><published>2005-09-08T00:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:48:58.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Claridad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Despues de este terrible infierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siento que veo claridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y las nubes despejaron mi cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya no siento miedo a estar sola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a no sentirme escuchada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a no volver a conocer amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y ahora que estoy libre de sentimientos aprensivos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de conductas represivas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de temores infundados en un aterrible soledad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahora, ahora si puedo ver la claridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No quiero estar contigopor no estar sola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por sentirme escuchada, comprendida o abrazada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero estar contigo por cada instante de alegría vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y por los que faltan por vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero estar contigo por la alegría que me da verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por la magia de besar tus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;por el deseo inmenso de sentirte cada día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero ver en tus ojos el reflejo de los mios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porque no puedo vivir sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-112615394853832587?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/feeds/112615394853832587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16493459&amp;postID=112615394853832587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112615394853832587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16493459/posts/default/112615394853832587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com/2005/09/claridad.html' title='Claridad'/><author><name>borboleta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11897467558848418937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16493459.post-112615301862092866</id><published>2005-09-08T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T17:54:58.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No puedo vivir sin ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Te me vas de entre las manos&lt;br /&gt;te sacuden de mi abrigo&lt;br /&gt;y yo lloro, lloro pensando,&lt;br /&gt;no imagino mi vida sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despierto y veo tu cara&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada placida y serena&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos brillantes de llanto&lt;br /&gt;tus manos temblantes de miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Miedo a que?&lt;br /&gt;miedo a estar sólo,&lt;br /&gt;a no clavar tu mirada a la mia cada noche,&lt;br /&gt;a no sentirte escuchado&lt;br /&gt;a no volver a conocer amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo lloro, lloro pensando&lt;br /&gt;pensando en que?&lt;br /&gt;en lo mucho que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;en el miedo que siento ahora&lt;br /&gt;miedo a que?&lt;br /&gt;miedo a estar sola&lt;br /&gt;a no clavar mi mirada a la tuya cada noche,&lt;br /&gt;a no sentirme escuchada&lt;br /&gt;a no volver a conocer amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si siento miedo,&lt;br /&gt;me muero de sed,&lt;br /&gt;siento mi pecho oprimido,&lt;br /&gt;necesito placer.&lt;br /&gt;Placer de escuchar tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;placer de sentir tus manos,&lt;br /&gt;placer de tocar tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y no sentir el miedo que siento ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Miedo, terror, espanto,&lt;br /&gt;miedo interminable miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo vivir sin ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16493459-112615301862092866?l=todosurgedelapalabra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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