<?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-2185012486527490222</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:36:24.227-07:00</updated><category term='sos hermoso agustín-'/><category term='♥ algún recuerdo de qe estuve con él'/><title type='text'>BREAKING FREE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2396741799844590410</id><published>2009-10-27T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T14:14:05.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quien puede decir ciertamente lo que es un hombre. Qué siente. Qué piensa. A qué le teme. Por qué vibra. Qué es lo que mas le interesa en la vida y en el mundo. Hasta donde es capaz de amar sin pensar que está loco o que es ridiculo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quien puede decir que realmente conoce a un hombre. Quien puede decir que   realmente lo comprende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A veces pareciera que sí, que es posible, que atravesando el complicado laberinto de su pensamiento uno ha llegado al fondo, a ese lugar secreto, escondido, protegido por los cinco sentidos y lo ha encontrado... Pero un minuto despues, él se rebela, borra todas las huellas, tuerce las agujas del reloj, cambia de voz, de piel, de convicciones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cambia la intensidad de la mirada, se vuelve hosco, lejano, inalcanzable, o nos hace creer que cambia de voz, de piel, de convicciones y que se vuelve inalcanzable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y otra vez estamos afuera, otra vez llamando a su puerta, otra vez estamos   comenzando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Con un hombre nunca se está en camino. Siempre se está empezando a   caminar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No somos nosotras las que podemos apoyar la cabeza sobre su pecho seguro y descansar..., sino que son ellos los que terminan apoyando su cabeza en nuestro pecho y se quedan dormidos como niños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un hombre..Qué dilema!&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2185012486527490222-2396741799844590410?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2396741799844590410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/quien-puede-decir-ciertamente-lo-que-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2396741799844590410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2396741799844590410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/10/quien-puede-decir-ciertamente-lo-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-954332644096551274</id><published>2009-07-10T08:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:58:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vida es corta:&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Rompe las reglas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Perdona rápido.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Besa lentamente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ama verdaderamente. Ríe incontrolablemente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y nunca te arrepientas de nada que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;te haya hecho sonreir !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-954332644096551274?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/954332644096551274/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-vida-es-corta-rompe-las-reglas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/954332644096551274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/954332644096551274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-vida-es-corta-rompe-las-reglas.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-4763646403954066002</id><published>2009-07-10T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:56:41.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Listo, acabaste conmigo y podes&lt;br /&gt;apostar que lo sentí. Trate de ser fría pero sos tan ardiente que me derretiste.&lt;br /&gt;Es mi turno de ganar o peder algo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No voy a vacilar más, no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperar más, soy tuya ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4763646403954066002?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4763646403954066002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/listo-acabaste-conmigo-y-podes-apostar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4763646403954066002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4763646403954066002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/07/listo-acabaste-conmigo-y-podes-apostar.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-6879666291195233224</id><published>2009-06-06T09:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T09:49:20.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Antes el amor para mi era un capricho, era querer a alguien sin importar nada, hacer lo que hiciera falta para tenerlo... Ahora empiezo a entender que el amor pasa por otro lado. El amor es tan raro a veces, tan inexplicable, nace de pronto y avanza y avanza, &lt;u&gt;¿Y que quiere el amor?&lt;/u&gt; Ser correspondido, eso quiere. &lt;u&gt;¿Se puede ser feliz viendo a la persona que uno ama enamorada de otra?&lt;/u&gt;. Amar hace bien, pero a veces no alcanza, uno necesita algo mas, necesita respuestas. ¿Que somos?... Esa es la pregunta del millón. Tanto nos preocupamos por el que somos.&lt;u&gt; ¿Importa realmente lo que somos?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;¿O importa lo que sentimos y el amor que tenemos por el otro?&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Podemos ser la ex de alguien, pero eso no quiere decir que nuestro amor sea ex&lt;/u&gt;. Mi novio, mi ex...son palabras. Lo importante no son las palabras, lo importante es otra cosa, eso es lo que vale, &lt;u&gt;el sentimiento&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;le pongamos nombre o no, es lo único que tiene sentido&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;No importa el que somos, importa lo que sentimos y lo que hacemos&lt;/b&gt;. No se que somos ahora pero... como nos queremos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6879666291195233224?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6879666291195233224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/06/antes-el-amor-para-mi-era-un-capricho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6879666291195233224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6879666291195233224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/06/antes-el-amor-para-mi-era-un-capricho.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-6975648276076585866</id><published>2009-05-31T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:33:37.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SiLNHJxz-BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BkO8AwFTWmE/s1600-h/1241205929807_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SiLNHJxz-BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BkO8AwFTWmE/s320/1241205929807_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342057630782453778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somos tanta gente sola y diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanecer contigo hasta morir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no sé si volverás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para amarme y esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin pedirme nada más&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera ser verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya no habría oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no sé si volverás            ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6975648276076585866?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6975648276076585866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-tanta-gente-sola-y-diferente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6975648276076585866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6975648276076585866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/somos-tanta-gente-sola-y-diferente.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SiLNHJxz-BI/AAAAAAAAAE8/BkO8AwFTWmE/s72-c/1241205929807_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-6956822816371246536</id><published>2009-05-23T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:49:36.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥ algún recuerdo de qe estuve con él'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ShhSarHNK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BTWNYMY_MxM/s1600-h/notengofotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 50px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ShhSarHNK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BTWNYMY_MxM/s320/notengofotos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339107976450747202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Era tan bella, era tan bella&lt;br /&gt;Que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su mirada todavía me quema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como quisiera poderla olvidar&lt;br /&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se acerca y no lo puedo evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cuando habla &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con sus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dice cosas que no puedo entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se desnuda poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;Y se convierte en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;Y yo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sé como vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puedo sacarla de aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que no daría por besarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por abrazarla una vez mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no quiero dejarla escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es que la puedo volver a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No quiero perderla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque solo es ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inolvidable para mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inolvidable, inolvidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue como un cuento, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se fue como el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me digo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tal vez me lo invento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si al menos pudiera tener una prueba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Algún recuerdo de que estuve con ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me estoy volviendo loco&lt;/span&gt;, un poco&lt;br /&gt;A veces me despierto y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siento aquí mi pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me susurra en el oído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y dice dondes estás, amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no sé como vivir&lt;br /&gt;Si ya no puedo sacarla de aquí&lt;br /&gt;Que no daría por besarla&lt;br /&gt;Por abrazarla una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no quiero dejarla escapar&lt;br /&gt;Si es que la puedo volver a encontrar&lt;br /&gt;No quiero perderla&lt;br /&gt;Porque solo es ella&lt;br /&gt;Inolvidable para mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Inolvidable, inolvidable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Inolvidable, inolvidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6956822816371246536?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6956822816371246536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-tan-bella-era-tan-bella-que-su.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6956822816371246536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6956822816371246536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/era-tan-bella-era-tan-bella-que-su.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ShhSarHNK0I/AAAAAAAAAE0/BTWNYMY_MxM/s72-c/notengofotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-9123744723522530339</id><published>2009-05-12T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:06:48.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sgnko5Pb2kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O1orQo23tA0/s1600-h/100_8720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sgnko5Pb2kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O1orQo23tA0/s320/100_8720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335046624808524354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para mi la vida no tiene sentido , si te vas ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-9123744723522530339?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/9123744723522530339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-mi-la-vida-no-tiene-sentido-si-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/9123744723522530339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/9123744723522530339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/para-mi-la-vida-no-tiene-sentido-si-te.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sgnko5Pb2kI/AAAAAAAAAEs/O1orQo23tA0/s72-c/100_8720.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-4398063310170470129</id><published>2009-05-11T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:48:02.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sos hermoso agustín-'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SghylcZiQjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mFgmPXzNlxE/s1600-h/blogggg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 183px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SghylcZiQjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mFgmPXzNlxE/s320/blogggg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334639746224374322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señora de las cuatro decadas&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pisadas de fuego al andar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su figura ya no es la de los quince&lt;br /&gt;Pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el tiempo no sabe marchitar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese toque sensual&lt;br /&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esa fuerza volcanica de su mirar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señora de las cuatro decadas&lt;br /&gt;Permitame descubrir&lt;br /&gt;Que hay detras de esos hilos de plata&lt;br /&gt;Y esa grasa abdominal&lt;br /&gt;Que los aerobicos no saben quitar&lt;br /&gt;Señora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No le quite años a su vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pongale vida a los años que es mejor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señora&lt;br /&gt;No le quite años a su vida&lt;br /&gt;Pongale vida a los años que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;Porque notelo usted&lt;br /&gt;Al hacer el amor&lt;br /&gt;Siente las mismas cosquillas&lt;br /&gt;Que sintio hace mucho mas de veinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Notelo asi de repente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es usted amalgama perfecta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre experiencia y juventud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señora de las cuatro decadas&lt;br /&gt;Usted no necesita enseñar&lt;br /&gt;Su figura detras de un escote&lt;br /&gt;Su talento esta en manejar&lt;br /&gt;Con mas cuidado el arte de amar&lt;br /&gt;Señora de las cuatro decadas&lt;br /&gt;No insista en regresar a los 30&lt;br /&gt;Con sus 40 y tantos encima&lt;br /&gt;Deja huellas por donde camina -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4398063310170470129?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4398063310170470129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/senora-de-las-cuatro-decadas-y-pisadas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4398063310170470129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4398063310170470129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/senora-de-las-cuatro-decadas-y-pisadas.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SghylcZiQjI/AAAAAAAAAEk/mFgmPXzNlxE/s72-c/blogggg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-7056253751696006935</id><published>2009-05-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:41:10.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgRurN7TBYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1_qe-k1aPvc/s1600-h/los+pijos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgRurN7TBYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1_qe-k1aPvc/s320/los+pijos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333509547465311618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahora que estoy vacío&lt;br /&gt;ahora que no hay canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;toda la luna cabe en mi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora que soy silbido&lt;br /&gt;de alguien que sale a andar&lt;br /&gt;veo otro cielo alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Todos esos deseos&lt;br /&gt;de noche fría y de alcohol&lt;br /&gt;hoy te los quiero regalar&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el agua me salpica&lt;br /&gt;el fuego es realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me gustaba tanto tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;Dejando que suceda&lt;br /&gt;es más fácil así&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo bien sabe flotar&lt;br /&gt;distintas las miradas&lt;br /&gt;y tu contestación&lt;br /&gt;muestra qué inútil fue mi hablar.&lt;br /&gt;La mente está vacía&lt;br /&gt;el cuerpo quiere girar&lt;br /&gt;y en la pupila aquel dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, &lt;b&gt;voy a llevarte en mí&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sé muy bien, que me llevarás&lt;br /&gt;hasta donde estés, adonde vayas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un tatuaje azul, en la voz azul.&lt;br /&gt;Algo tiembla al oído&lt;br /&gt;sombra de un susurro sin voz&lt;br /&gt;la última oportunidad.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh voy a llevarte en mí&lt;br /&gt;y ahora sé muy bien, que me llevarás&lt;br /&gt;hasta donde estés, adonde vayas&lt;br /&gt;un tatuaje azul, en la voz azul...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-7056253751696006935?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7056253751696006935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahora-que-estoy-vacio-ahora-que-no-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/7056253751696006935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/7056253751696006935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/ahora-que-estoy-vacio-ahora-que-no-hay.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgRurN7TBYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/1_qe-k1aPvc/s72-c/los+pijos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-3368891708794277025</id><published>2009-05-07T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:26:59.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgMYj9MEpWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wVT11q8UoPI/s1600-h/30-04-09+%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgMYj9MEpWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wVT11q8UoPI/s320/30-04-09+%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333133389736486242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-size: 14px; font-family: arial,tahoma,verdana;"&gt;Craste en mi una ilucion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me recordaste que existe el amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque perdida estubo mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;ya no volveras a estar junto a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada no me engañara mas,&lt;br /&gt;tu besos ya no saben igual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ota mujer te roba el sueño ya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero es mio, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero te quiero igual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;No vuelvas a mi aunque te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;no vuelvas a mi aunque te extraño,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te necesito aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tu amor ya no es para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todavia me acuerdo de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todavia siento que estas junto a mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni el tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni el espacio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;podran borrar lo que me hiciste soñar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creaste en mi una nueva ilusion,&lt;br /&gt;me recordaste que existe el amor,&lt;br /&gt;aunque perdida estubo mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;ya no estaras mas junto a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ratos felices contigo pase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despues de eso olvidarte no podre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y aunque mi corazon te ame el a ti,&lt;br /&gt;se que con otra tu eres feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3368891708794277025?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3368891708794277025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/craste-en-mi-una-ilucion-me-recordaste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3368891708794277025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3368891708794277025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/craste-en-mi-una-ilucion-me-recordaste.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SgMYj9MEpWI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wVT11q8UoPI/s72-c/30-04-09+%287%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-6076635197200323506</id><published>2009-05-05T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:30:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta noche saldre a emborracharme, &lt;/span&gt;andare por las calles de esta&lt;br /&gt;ciudad tan grande, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brindare por tu amor por lo que fuimos, por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calmar el dolor que marco tu traición al dejarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No pretendas que yo, vuelva a buscarte, porque es mi corazon el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que rompiste y quiero curarme, &lt;/span&gt;y esta herida mortal no para de&lt;br /&gt;sangrarme,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; y me voy a quedar en el bar, solo para olvidarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cantinero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sirva otro tequila que quita mi herida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay amor, amor porque me dejaste.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no podre volver a enamorarme, se que puedo mentir y fingir pero&lt;br /&gt;no enamorarme,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; y aunque tengas otro amor nunca vas a olvidarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque tu boca mordió la pasión al besarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pretendas que yo, vuelva a buscarte, porque es mi corazon el&lt;br /&gt;que rompiste y quiero curarme, y esta herida mortal no para de&lt;br /&gt;sangrarme, y me voy a quedar en el bar, solo para olvidarte,&lt;br /&gt;cantinero  sirva otro tequila que quita mi herida...&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay amor, amor porque me dejaste.&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay amor, amor porque me engañaste.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero volver a equivocarme, porque es mi corazon el que&lt;br /&gt;rompiste y quiero curarme, y esta herida mortal no para de&lt;br /&gt;sangrarme, y me voy a quedar en el bar solo para olvidarte, y&lt;br /&gt;cantinero sirva otro tequila que quita mi herida.&lt;br /&gt;y me voy a quedar en el bar solo para olvidarte, ay cantinero sirva&lt;br /&gt;otro tequila que quita mi herida.&lt;br /&gt;ay ay ay amor, amor porque me dejaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6076635197200323506?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6076635197200323506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-noche-saldre-emborracharme-andare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6076635197200323506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6076635197200323506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/esta-noche-saldre-emborracharme-andare.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-5031887725604131991</id><published>2009-05-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:28:01.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8zrKTkiDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H-Q8rRLA6WI/s1600-h/kevin-johansen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8zrKTkiDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H-Q8rRLA6WI/s320/kevin-johansen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332037300423788594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m gonna get down with my baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I´m gonna get down whit her soon &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She´s on her way and I just can´t wait &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She´ll be back by this afternoon&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I´ve been waitin´for this moment, baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Knowing all along that it was goin´to happen &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even through the moments of doubt, baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew you´d come through &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You owed it to yourself, baby &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You were with him for way too long &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trapped in you own fears for almost 8 years &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And all you had to do was wake up and walk out &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I was here waitin´all along &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now you know &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That you belong to yourself &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Not to him, not to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And you chose me ..Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-5031887725604131991?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5031887725604131991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-gonna-get-down-with-my-baby-and-im.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5031887725604131991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5031887725604131991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-gonna-get-down-with-my-baby-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8zrKTkiDI/AAAAAAAAAEM/H-Q8rRLA6WI/s72-c/kevin-johansen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2084590038828996689</id><published>2009-05-04T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:21:22.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8x3EPjjuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y2oI8VIsZ7I/s1600-h/DSC06607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8x3EPjjuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y2oI8VIsZ7I/s320/DSC06607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332035305931509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creaste en mi una nueva ilusión me recordaste que existe el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y aunque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;perdida estuvo mi alma no volverás junto a mí.Tu mirada no me engañará mas,tus besos ya no saben igual..otra mujer te roba el sueño ya pero es mío pero te quiero igual.No vuelvas a mí aunque te quiero,no vuelvas a mÍ aunque te extraño..te necesito aquí pero tu amor ya no es para mÍ.Todavía me acuerdo de ti,  todavía siento que estas junto a mí, ni el tiempo ni el espacio podrán borrar lo que me hiciste soñar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-2084590038828996689?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2084590038828996689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/creaste-en-mi-una-nueva-ilusion-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2084590038828996689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2084590038828996689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/creaste-en-mi-una-nueva-ilusion-me.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sf8x3EPjjuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/y2oI8VIsZ7I/s72-c/DSC06607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-3921396330192016584</id><published>2009-05-03T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:15:42.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Porque quiero salir contigo, y me da igual si es de día o de noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, o cuando sea siempre que salgamos de verdad. Quiero decirte lo precioso que eres, por dentro y por fuera, y quiero tener bebes contigo y quiero casarme contigo y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te quiero.Siempre te he querido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3921396330192016584?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3921396330192016584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-quiero-salir-contigo-y-me-da.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3921396330192016584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3921396330192016584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-quiero-salir-contigo-y-me-da.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-5964870924028237594</id><published>2009-05-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T19:31:40.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;' te quiero cuando después de pasar el día contigo mi ropa huele a tu perfume y quiero que seas tú la última persona con la que hable antes de dormirme por las noches. Y eso no es porque esté solo ni tampoco porque sea nochevieja. He venido aquí esta noche porque &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando te das cuenta de que quieres pasar el resto de tu vida con alguien deseas que el resto de tu vida empiece lo antes posible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-5964870924028237594?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5964870924028237594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero-cuando-despues-de-pasar-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5964870924028237594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5964870924028237594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero-cuando-despues-de-pasar-el.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-763072346827114839</id><published>2009-05-02T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:44:39.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfywlrUQM5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MFG-es6AznQ/s1600-h/daaaami+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfywlrUQM5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MFG-es6AznQ/s320/daaaami+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330220229145490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;No sé si pensar si eres el angel qe cuida mi camino,,no sé si pensar si merezco todo este cariño,,&lt;b&gt;qe has visto en mi? qe me regalas tu verdad y tu cielo&lt;/b&gt;,, qe en esta vida &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no qiero otros besos y cada dia tu me das tu total,,te qiero pensar qiero sentir muy cerca de mi y qiero pensar qe eres la suerte qe me arropa del frio,,&lt;/span&gt;qe has visto en mi?qe me regalas tu verdad y tu cielo qe en esta vida no qiero otro besos y cada dia tu me das tu total,,y pienso qe si no existes yo me muero qe en mi cabeza habia un sueño en mi cabeza vive un sueño,, y se a echo realidad,,&lt;b&gt;Y qiero..contarle al mundo entero,, qe tu vida es lo qe qiero,, y qe tu eres mi mitad,,&lt;/b&gt; no qiero morir,, si te ausencia tu sonrisa de niña..dependo de ti,, si estás mal por lo qe núnca sonrias,, qe es lo qe has visto tu en mi,,qe me regalas tu verdad y tu cielo,, qe en esta vida ya no qiero otros besos y cada dia tu me das tu total..Y &lt;b&gt;voy, a darte mi alma y mi verdad..repuse heridas sin pensar..qe tu eres la suerte de mi vida,,y voy,, mirarte al morirme y a luchar,,vibrar de alegria y qererte a más,,qe tu eres la suerte de mi vida..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-763072346827114839?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/763072346827114839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-se-si-pensar-si-eres-el-angel-qe.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/763072346827114839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/763072346827114839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-se-si-pensar-si-eres-el-angel-qe.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfywlrUQM5I/AAAAAAAAAD8/MFG-es6AznQ/s72-c/daaaami+copia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-1191534573597756467</id><published>2009-05-01T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:16:09.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ojalá que  no puedas, &lt;b&gt;tengo celos de amante&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;porque sé que &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tu cama soy lo más importante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella &lt;i&gt;se hace la tonta porque le conviene&lt;/i&gt;, se alimenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;conmigo si no, no te tiene&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-1191534573597756467?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1191534573597756467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/ojala-que-no-puedas-tengo-celos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1191534573597756467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1191534573597756467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/05/ojala-que-no-puedas-tengo-celos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-3826638458129362669</id><published>2009-04-30T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:10:47.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfpI20l4jnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MeMDd4B9e8k/s1600-h/2639_1138539186251_1310541402_371440_5167204_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfpI20l4jnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MeMDd4B9e8k/s320/2639_1138539186251_1310541402_371440_5167204_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330653215614078578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sos la mejor testi.Gracias por acompañarme, escucharme,aconsejarme,apoyarme,llorar y reir conmigo, gracias infinitas por estar a un costado de mi camino para qe nunca pierda el rumbo..gracias por existir;posta qe nose qe haría si no te tengo,sos de esas personas qe marcan un antes y un despues y sin dudas conmigo lo hiciste asiqe nunca me voy a cansar de decirte qe te debo parte de lo qe soy, qe sin vos nose ser yo.. qe sos un sosten y un pilar  fundamental de mi vida y que yo voy a estar con vos intentando darte un poco de todo lo qe me das vos a mi, de no dejarte caer jamás, de no verte mal, de secarte las lagrimas! Es sabido qe nunca en la vida me voy a olvidar de esta amistad,de vos, de todo lo qe me enseñaste estos años porqe de verdad una de las pocas personas qe me importan..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; te amo con todo lo que soy&lt;/span&gt; y mucho más HERMANA ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3826638458129362669?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3826638458129362669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/sos-la-mejor-testi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3826638458129362669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3826638458129362669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/sos-la-mejor-testi.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfpI20l4jnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/MeMDd4B9e8k/s72-c/2639_1138539186251_1310541402_371440_5167204_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-6591007069267900312</id><published>2009-04-29T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T11:49:12.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;No existe nada más grande que poder &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tenerte junto a mí cada día&lt;/span&gt;, no imaginas la fuerza que me transmiten tus abrazos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;la ilusión que me provoca tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; y &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;calor que me regalan tus caricias.&lt;/span&gt; Cada abrazo, si es tuyo, me hace fuerte. Y es que contigo no sé lo que es caer, sino &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luchar cada día por &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;seguir siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6591007069267900312?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6591007069267900312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-existe-nada-mas-grande-que-poder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6591007069267900312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6591007069267900312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-existe-nada-mas-grande-que-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-6124964710929025720</id><published>2009-04-25T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:55:32.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfNOP78C9wI/AAAAAAAAADs/vTyykNpP1cs/s1600-h/BLOGGG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfNOP78C9wI/AAAAAAAAADs/vTyykNpP1cs/s320/BLOGGG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328688819803977474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~&lt;i&gt;Necesito alguien que me parche un poco; que limpie mi cabeza. Que cocine guisos de madre, postres de abuela y torres de caramelo. Que ponga tachuelas en mis zapatos, para que me acuerde que voy caminando; y &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;que cuelgue mi mente de una soga hasta que se seque de &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;problemas y me lleve&lt;/span&gt;. Y que esté en mi cama viernes y domingo para estar en su alma todos los demás dias de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Y que me quiera cuando estoy cuando me voy, cuando me fui&lt;/span&gt; y que sepa servir el té, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;besarme después y echar a reir. &lt;/span&gt;Y que conozca las palabras que jamás le voy a decir y &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no le importe mi ropa si total me voy a desvestir, para amarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6124964710929025720?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6124964710929025720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/necesito-alguien-que-me-parche-un-poco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6124964710929025720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6124964710929025720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/necesito-alguien-que-me-parche-un-poco.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SfNOP78C9wI/AAAAAAAAADs/vTyykNpP1cs/s72-c/BLOGGG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2847094066313174548</id><published>2009-04-23T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:29:07.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dijo hola y adiós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y, el portazo, sonó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como un signo de interrogación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sospecho que, así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se vengaba, a través del olvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cupido de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No pido perdón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;¿para qué? si me va a perdonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque ya no le importa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-2847094066313174548?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2847094066313174548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dijo-hola-y-adios-y-el-portazo-sono.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2847094066313174548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2847094066313174548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dijo-hola-y-adios-y-el-portazo-sono.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-8548625965605101802</id><published>2009-04-19T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:17:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeuGzZOwD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNt6GUOR-5g/s1600-h/dfgstset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeuGzZOwD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNt6GUOR-5g/s320/dfgstset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326499201799950194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="widget-content"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Aprendí que puede &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un beso ser más dulce y más profundo&lt;/span&gt;, que puedo irme mañana mismo de este mundo porqe las cosas buenas ya contigo las viví, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;í &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;l &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-8548625965605101802?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8548625965605101802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-que-puede-un-beso-ser-mas-dulce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/8548625965605101802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/8548625965605101802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/aprendi-que-puede-un-beso-ser-mas-dulce.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeuGzZOwD3I/AAAAAAAAADk/RNt6GUOR-5g/s72-c/dfgstset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2003819536906798887</id><published>2009-04-18T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:33:50.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La toma de decisión es sin duda una de las mayores responsabilidades.Todos y cada uno de nosotros pasamos los días y las horas de nuestra vida teniendo que tomar decisiones. Algunas decisiones tienen una importancia relativa en el desarrollo de nuestra vida, mientras otras son determianantes en ella.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez que se haya pensado y analizado toda la información y al mismo tiempo comprendido cuáles son los fundamentos básicos para la construcción de la toma de decisiones, aún se requiere un ingrediente más, para que una persona tome las decisiones acertadas. &lt;b&gt;La persona que no desee correr riesgos nunca tendrá éxito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Una persona debe tener el buen juicio para saber que acciones, sentimientos y consecuencias, . debe considerar; la inteligencia para dirigir esa información y, lo más importante de todo, el valor para tomar la decisión que se requiere cuando ésta conlleva un riesgo.&lt;/b&gt; La cualidad personal del valor para aceptar la responsabilidad de una decisión ( sea ésta buena o mala) separa a las personas ordinarias de quienes toman decisiones excelentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Algunas veces las decisiones nos traen un gran dolor, pero es de èse dolor del cual tenemos que aprender para poder crecer como personas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-2003819536906798887?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2003819536906798887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-toma-de-decision-es-sin-duda-una-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2003819536906798887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2003819536906798887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-toma-de-decision-es-sin-duda-una-de.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-4140202216460029985</id><published>2009-04-16T13:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:22:06.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeeTSIa0zBI/AAAAAAAAADc/u91Th4HGPQs/s1600-h/1181324673_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeeTSIa0zBI/AAAAAAAAADc/u91Th4HGPQs/s320/1181324673_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325387024095824914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomó mi mano. Tocó mi corazón. Me sostuvo cerca. &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Siempre&lt;/u&gt; estuviste ahí, a mi lado, noche y día. A través de &lt;u&gt;todo&lt;/u&gt;. Quizá pase lo que pase&lt;/b&gt;. Barrido en una onda de emoción. Sobrecogido en el ojo de la tormenta. Y siempre que tú sonríes, apenas puedo creer que eres mío. &lt;b&gt;Este amor es irrompible&lt;/b&gt;. No tienes errores. Y cada vez que miro en tus ojos sé por qué este amor es intocable. Siento que mi corazón simplemente no puede negar. Cada vez que miro en tus ojos sé por qué este amor es irrompible. &lt;b&gt;Compartimos la risa. Compartimos las lágrimas.&lt;/b&gt; Ambos sabemos que partiremos de aquí. Porque&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt; juntos&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;somos&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;fuertes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. En mis brazos; aquí es adónde perteneces. He sido tocado por las manos de un ángel. He sido bendecido por el poder del amor. A través del fuego y la llama. &lt;b&gt;Cuando todo termine, nuestro amor &lt;u&gt;seguirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo mas qe a todo mejor amigo MIO, nunca me faltes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4140202216460029985?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4140202216460029985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomo-mi-mano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4140202216460029985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4140202216460029985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomo-mi-mano.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeeTSIa0zBI/AAAAAAAAADc/u91Th4HGPQs/s72-c/1181324673_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-4708459133575418609</id><published>2009-04-16T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T10:57:35.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dime por favor donde estás,desde qe te fuiste no encuentro una solución para ver la luz otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo en qe te falle, cuanto tiempo debo esperar..solo dame una razón para poderte olvidar !&lt;br /&gt;Eres tu el qe domina mi cuerpo,mi mente y mi alma.. solo tu, el qe supo enseñarme como amar en la cama.Eres tu el qe pasa por mis venas, ya no aguanto esta condena de esperarte y nose si volverás..solo tu (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LO ÚNICO QE HAGO ES RECORDAR LAS VECES QE PASAMOS, LO MUCHO QE NOS ACARICIAMOS TU Y YO.. ES QE YO TE AMO !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4708459133575418609?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4708459133575418609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dime-por-favor-donde-estasdesde-qe-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4708459133575418609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4708459133575418609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/dime-por-favor-donde-estasdesde-qe-te.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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-2185012486527490222.post-3099993994110314902</id><published>2009-04-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T15:20:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeZdhmnjSwI/AAAAAAAAADU/T_BQbf2sSxA/s1600-h/3174_1130085807760_1095672156_30393534_3332074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeZdhmnjSwI/AAAAAAAAADU/T_BQbf2sSxA/s320/3174_1130085807760_1095672156_30393534_3332074_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325046441295694594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justamente ahora irrumpes en mi vida, con tu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cuerpo exacto y ojos de asesina. Tarde como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;siempre, nos llega la fortuna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Tú ibas con él, yo iba con ella,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;jugando a ser felices por desesperados, por no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;aguardar los sueños, por miedo a quedar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;solos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Pero llegamos tarde, te vi y me viste, nos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;reconocimos enseguida, pero tarde. Maldita sea la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;hora que encontré lo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;soñé, tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Tanto soñarte y extrañarte sin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tenerte, tanto inventarte, tanto buscarte por las&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;calles como un loco, sin encontrarte. Y ahí&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;va uno de tonto; por desesperado, confundiendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;amor con compañía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Y ese miedo idiota de verte viejo y sin pareja,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;te hace escoger con la cabeza lo que es del&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;corazón. Y no tengo nada contra ellos, la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;rabia es contra el tiempo por ponerte junto a mi,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Ganas de huir, de no verte ni la sombra, de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;pensar que ésto fue un sueño o una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;pesadilla, que nunca apareciste, que nunca has&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;existido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Ganas de besarte, de coincidir contigo. De&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;acercarme un poco, y amarrarte en un abrazo, de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;mirarte a los ojos y decirte bienvenida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;Pero llegamos tarde, te vi y me viste, nos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;reconocimos enseguida, pero tarde. Quizás&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;en otras vidas, quizás en otras muertes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Que ganas de rozarte, que ganas de tocarte, de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;acercarme a ti y golpearte con un beso, de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;fugarnos para siempre, sin daños a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;terceros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3099993994110314902?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3099993994110314902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/justamente-ahora-irrumpes-en-mi-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3099993994110314902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3099993994110314902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/justamente-ahora-irrumpes-en-mi-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeZdhmnjSwI/AAAAAAAAADU/T_BQbf2sSxA/s72-c/3174_1130085807760_1095672156_30393534_3332074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-1516891281754277706</id><published>2009-04-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:34:19.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOhQPgDG_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ay7qfWSZe3Y/s1600-h/100_8251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOhQPgDG_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ay7qfWSZe3Y/s320/100_8251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276484892990450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para los que sienten soledad,Los que creen que perdido estás.Para los que están al borde del abismo.Para los que ya tocaron fondo y  sienten que ya perdieron todo.Para los suicidas que corren ya sin vida.Cambia ya tus sueños nada más.con el mismo cuerpo comenzar..tiempo de cambiar,tiempo de empezar.Tiempo de cambio,de lluvia,de sol..Tiempo de hacer el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo de lucha,de gran confusiónTiempo de hacer el amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-1516891281754277706?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1516891281754277706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-los-que-sienten-soledadlos-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1516891281754277706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1516891281754277706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-los-que-sienten-soledadlos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOhQPgDG_I/AAAAAAAAADM/ay7qfWSZe3Y/s72-c/100_8251.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-3903899463090613907</id><published>2009-04-13T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:31:07.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOg1-8OB2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KvcNlIxRedw/s1600-h/100_8217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOg1-8OB2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KvcNlIxRedw/s320/100_8217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276033771145058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se dice amor, cuando todo es presentir..cuando se desnuda el alma,cuando no qedan palabras por decir, se dice amor..cuando el tiempo nos engaña, cuando la felicidad es la realidad, se dice amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3903899463090613907?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3903899463090613907/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-dice-amor-cuando-todo-es-presentir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3903899463090613907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3903899463090613907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-dice-amor-cuando-todo-es-presentir.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeOg1-8OB2I/AAAAAAAAADE/KvcNlIxRedw/s72-c/100_8217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-4357441785222915905</id><published>2009-04-12T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:33:32.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeJBxY_k__I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB0ovIYYXZs/s1600-h/sosmi+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeJBxY_k__I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB0ovIYYXZs/s320/sosmi+vida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323890026283859954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estás entre volver y no volver,si ya metiste demasiado en tu nariz,si estás como cegado de poder,tira tu cable a tierra.&lt;b&gt;Y si tu corazón ya &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;da&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;más&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,si ya &lt;b&gt;no existe conexión con los demás&lt;/b&gt;,si estás igual que un barco en altamar,tira tu cable a tierra.Y yo estoy acercándome hasta vos&lt;br /&gt;bajo la luna, bajo la luna.Las cosas son asi,tengo el teléfono del freak que está deseoso de volarte la cabeza.En un par de minutos sale el sol,si &lt;b&gt;ya no hay nada que anestesie tu dolor&lt;/b&gt;,si no llegas, si no alcanzas a verme,tira tu cable a tierra. No creas que perdió sentido todo no dificultes la llegada del amor,&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;hables&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;de&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;más&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;escucha&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;al&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;corazón&lt;/u&gt;,&lt;u&gt;ESE&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;es&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;el&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;cable&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;tierra.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4357441785222915905?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4357441785222915905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-estas-entre-volver-y-no-volversi-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4357441785222915905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4357441785222915905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/si-estas-entre-volver-y-no-volversi-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SeJBxY_k__I/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB0ovIYYXZs/s72-c/sosmi+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2570622587876185864</id><published>2009-04-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:38:16.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdzskyzNJ2I/AAAAAAAAACs/UCTcIB5OiDI/s1600-h/1232584693813_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdzskyzNJ2I/AAAAAAAAACs/UCTcIB5OiDI/s320/1232584693813_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322388976501073762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A cold and frosty morning, there's not a lot to say about the things caught in my mind. And as the day was dawning, my plane flew away. With all the things caught in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And I wanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;be there when you're coming down&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; wanna be there when you hit the ground&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So don't go away, say what you say, say that you'll stay forever and a day in the time of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cos I need more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yes i need more time just to make things right damn my situation and the games I have to play. With all the things caught in my mind damn my education i can't find the words to say about the things caught in my mind. And I wanna be there when you're coming down, and I wanna be there when you hit the ground. Me and you what's going on? .All we seem to know is how to show. The feelings that are wrong ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-2570622587876185864?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2570622587876185864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold-and-frosty-morning-theres-not-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2570622587876185864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2570622587876185864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/cold-and-frosty-morning-theres-not-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdzskyzNJ2I/AAAAAAAAACs/UCTcIB5OiDI/s72-c/1232584693813_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-1097661356173440540</id><published>2009-04-07T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:07:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdvAOF6uBWI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-u8trjj-Ck/s1600-h/100_5446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdvAOF6uBWI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-u8trjj-Ck/s320/100_5446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322058733007537506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo te deseo lo mejor por si no vuelvo a verte más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y bajo mi almohada siempre te voy a guardar para acordarme de vos y volverte a respirar.Yo te reparo el corazón porqe vas a cuidarlo más,todo lo vivido no se puede terminar; lo llevo en esta canción qe te qiero dedicar.Que nos volvamos a ver, qe nos volvamos a ver.Que te de la vida todo lo qe qerés.Que nos volvamos a ver, qe nos volvamos a ver..para qe este cuento no termine esta vez! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nunca&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;te&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;voy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;olvidar&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,en mis recuerdos siempre estarás porqe tu alegría nunca se va a terminar.Aunqe te vayas de aquí,siempre me acompañarás-(L)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-1097661356173440540?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1097661356173440540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-te-deseo-lo-mejor-por-si-no-vuelvo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1097661356173440540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1097661356173440540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/yo-te-deseo-lo-mejor-por-si-no-vuelvo.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdvAOF6uBWI/AAAAAAAAACM/8-u8trjj-Ck/s72-c/100_5446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-705035191329522808</id><published>2009-04-05T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:47:53.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sdj8ke3M6EI/AAAAAAAAACE/EyxgMzAoF3k/s1600-h/n1180635415_30169980_6379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sdj8ke3M6EI/AAAAAAAAACE/EyxgMzAoF3k/s320/n1180635415_30169980_6379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321280663428327490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Escuché motivos aún creyéndolos ilógicos.. pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me pidas que entienda que a mi lado no vas a estar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hay cosas que en la cabeza no cabe, menos en el corazón. Cuando le encuentres el sentido a este absurdo voy a estar abierta a escucharte.. una vez más.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(MI AMOR, SOS HERMOSO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-705035191329522808?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/705035191329522808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/escuche-motivos-aun-creyendolos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/705035191329522808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/705035191329522808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/escuche-motivos-aun-creyendolos.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sdj8ke3M6EI/AAAAAAAAACE/EyxgMzAoF3k/s72-c/n1180635415_30169980_6379.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-1236509325595099879</id><published>2009-04-02T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:47:17.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUjHT0O-1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vagvA6lbMZc/s1600-h/fsdf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 104px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUjHT0O-1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vagvA6lbMZc/s320/fsdf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320197143293524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Quién te dijo que podías&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;derribarme&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; quién te dijo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;mataste mi fe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Si creí que eras todo en&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;mi vida,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;me equivoqué&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Te cedí todo mi territorio, levanté mis fronteras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;por ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y en el tiempo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;duró tu mentira yo fui &lt;u&gt;feliz&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y sin piedad, revelaste tu intención jugaste tu partida, y me creíste perdedora.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Eres tu él que perdió&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;eres tu quien no entendió, la pureza de mis ojos y la&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;grandeza de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;mi amor&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Tú te vas a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;arrepentir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; soy yo quien va a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;sufrir&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; Ahora sigue tu camino, sigue viviendo pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;sin mi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ya no amargas mis presentimientos,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;no hay sentido en sufrir por ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; En el fondo solamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;deseo que estés feliz&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Y sin piedad, revelaste tu intención jugaste tu partida, y me creíste perdedora. Eres tu él que perdió, eres tu quien no entendió la pureza de mis ojos y la grandeza de mi amor. Tú te vas a arrepentir, no soy yo quien va a sufrir. Ahora sigue tu camino, sigue viviendo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;  Eres témpano, eres lluvia, frió y humedad. Tu cara veo entre la niebla y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;poco a poco se me va&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Y YO SIN TÍ&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-1236509325595099879?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1236509325595099879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/quien-te-dijo-que-podias-derribarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1236509325595099879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1236509325595099879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/quien-te-dijo-que-podias-derribarme.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUjHT0O-1I/AAAAAAAAAB8/vagvA6lbMZc/s72-c/fsdf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-1904917758786802483</id><published>2009-04-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:33:26.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUg8dYQrpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TV-GnD8PEzc/s1600-h/100_7949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUg8dYQrpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TV-GnD8PEzc/s320/100_7949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320194757858733714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Ella no duerme,no sale, no come, no ríe, no dice nada.Se pasa los dias y noches llorando sentada en la cama preguntándose, cuando va a volver.Hey! ¿Por que el amor se fué?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoy mi destino nos alejará,por que en mi corazón siempre estarás.Hey! ¿Por que el amor se fué?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hoy puedo escuchar tu voz,de tantos deseos de tener tu calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mi destino nos traicionó y hoy mi alma se vá sin tu perdón.Y aunque me falte la dicha de tu amor.Si me extrañas mirá el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;que en las estrellas, estaré yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Perdón por tanto dolor, por tanto sufrimiento.Siempre vas a ser el primero en mi corazón.Pero lamentablemente Hasta aquí llegó lo nuestro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-1904917758786802483?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1904917758786802483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/ella-no-duermeno-sale-no-come-no-rie-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1904917758786802483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/1904917758786802483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/04/ella-no-duermeno-sale-no-come-no-rie-no.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdUg8dYQrpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/TV-GnD8PEzc/s72-c/100_7949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-5791245363944733691</id><published>2009-03-31T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:49:10.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdJlm61DcPI/AAAAAAAAABs/3fFH0Hz1J84/s1600-h/amor-t7498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdJlm61DcPI/AAAAAAAAABs/3fFH0Hz1J84/s320/amor-t7498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319425829179191538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;quien me manda a ser adicto de tus besos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;si la luna no es de queso ni tu boca souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Qué hace un casto en un motel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;qué hace un genio en un cuartel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qué estás haciendo tú?&lt;br /&gt;sin mi..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; (L)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-5791245363944733691?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5791245363944733691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-me-manda-ser-adicto-de-tus-besos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5791245363944733691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5791245363944733691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/quien-me-manda-ser-adicto-de-tus-besos.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdJlm61DcPI/AAAAAAAAABs/3fFH0Hz1J84/s72-c/amor-t7498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-5420266438676695372</id><published>2009-03-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:27:37.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEczYPEQhI/AAAAAAAAABc/d6BUrKRYyx0/s1600-h/2639_1138533386106_1310541402_371425_7381661_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEczYPEQhI/AAAAAAAAABc/d6BUrKRYyx0/s320/2639_1138533386106_1310541402_371425_7381661_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319064303905817106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hay tantas formas de salvar a alguien…desde grandes acciones hasta pequeños gestos; desde regalos hasta palabras; siendo parte de una fundación o simplemente un buen vecino.&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas personas que por h o por b nos salvan; pensaste cuando estas mal?... tenes a esa persona que te dice “hey!,&lt;br /&gt;arriba, ya pasa” o cuando estás feliz y tenes a esa persona que lo vive con vos…&lt;br /&gt;Siempre tenes a alguien que te salve; alguien que deje su vida por cinco minutos de la tuya…Pero sabes que? &lt;b&gt;Él,&lt;/b&gt; me salvo de una manera muy particular…con su sonrisa…y &lt;b&gt;él me salvo de todas las formas, que se puede salvar a una persona.-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-5420266438676695372?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5420266438676695372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/hay-tantas-formas-de-salvar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5420266438676695372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/5420266438676695372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/hay-tantas-formas-de-salvar.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEczYPEQhI/AAAAAAAAABc/d6BUrKRYyx0/s72-c/2639_1138533386106_1310541402_371425_7381661_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-6271890215027409810</id><published>2009-03-30T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:25:48.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEcfg-D-rI/AAAAAAAAABU/pSdpC4QiIik/s1600-h/1225309368230_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEcfg-D-rI/AAAAAAAAABU/pSdpC4QiIik/s320/1225309368230_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319063962653031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuando tu llorabas; yo secaba tus lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;cuando gritabas;  yo luchaba contra todos tus miedos, tomé tu mano a través de&lt;br /&gt;todos estos años ,y de a poco descubri que &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;como vos no existen dos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6271890215027409810?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6271890215027409810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuando-tu-llorabas-yo-secaba-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6271890215027409810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6271890215027409810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuando-tu-llorabas-yo-secaba-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEcfg-D-rI/AAAAAAAAABU/pSdpC4QiIik/s72-c/1225309368230_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-3320416416870429929</id><published>2009-03-30T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T12:11:02.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEYtl287mI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGs3mhaQCTY/s1600-h/perfecto+l%28L%3D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEYtl287mI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGs3mhaQCTY/s320/perfecto+l%28L%3D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319059806437043810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vos sos mi fuerza para comenzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-3320416416870429929?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3320416416870429929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/vos-sos-mi-fuerza-para-comenzar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3320416416870429929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/3320416416870429929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/vos-sos-mi-fuerza-para-comenzar.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SdEYtl287mI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGs3mhaQCTY/s72-c/perfecto+l%28L%3D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-393622025850560067</id><published>2009-03-27T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:32:42.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sc0NDZSKQ4I/AAAAAAAAABE/i0V5j6KpTGM/s1600-h/dfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sc0NDZSKQ4I/AAAAAAAAABE/i0V5j6KpTGM/s320/dfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317921086972248962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;mejor te guardas todo eso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;OTRO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;PERRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: georgia;"&gt;CON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;ESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: georgia;"&gt;HUESO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-family: webdings;"&gt;NOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: webdings;"&gt;DECIMOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;ADIÓS !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-393622025850560067?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/393622025850560067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/mejor-te-guardas-todo-eso-otro-perro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/393622025850560067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/393622025850560067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/mejor-te-guardas-todo-eso-otro-perro.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/Sc0NDZSKQ4I/AAAAAAAAABE/i0V5j6KpTGM/s72-c/dfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-4689612343328490776</id><published>2009-03-23T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T11:46:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScfYYdqB4eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tr28SXtOVhQ/s1600-h/lpd001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScfYYdqB4eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tr28SXtOVhQ/s320/lpd001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316455799923532258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me encuentro preguntando sobre &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor por&lt;br /&gt;fin no hay nada que pretenda no saber&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; entiendo que no hay relación entre amar y envejecer.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me encuentro preguntando como dar, por fin comparto por el miedo de perder el milagro de tus caricias llegando el amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me encuetro contestando un "yo que se?" por fin entiendo que en tus redes yo caí. Ya no me encuentro preguntandome "por qué?" por fin entiendo de una vez que es porque sí,&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque te ví,te dejé entrar,cerré la puerta y te elegí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque esos dos faroles pueden hacer que si estoy fané,las pequeñas cosas se bañen del brillo&lt;br /&gt;de&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;esa ternura que transmitis cuando me mirás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy puedo entender que te gusta el té que odiás el café,que no querés rosas que a pesar del vértigo no hay altura que impida que me saque el disfráz.&lt;br /&gt;Tirando a matar,dandonos changüí, puro razonar,puro frenesí. Se escribe así nuestra historia: que funcione o no,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que esté bien o mal vivirlo con vos para mi es la gloria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ya no le temo a ese cagon que habita en mi ni a sus ataques tontos de furia precoz distingo excusa y resultado y hoy elijo estar con vos.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me encuetro figurando en el "verás" por fin no veo mas que lo que va a venir, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pago el precio de tenerte,darte amor y ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.Ya no me encuetro contestando un "yo que se?"por fin entiendo que en tus redes yo caí.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no me encuentro preguntandome "por qué?"por fin entiendo de una vez que es porque sí, porque te ví,te dejé entrar,cerré la puerta y te elegí.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me es imposible imaginar agonía mas cruel,mas aterradora que tu canto y mi danza alejandosé uno arriba del tren y otro en la estación.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;En los momentos en que quiero escapar de mi propia piel,vos sos mi doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con mi panza y tu panza rozandose no hay poeta que no haga una canción. Tirando a matar,dandonos changüí,puro razonar,puro frenesí. Se escribe así nuestra historia: que funcione o no,que esté bien o mal vivirlo con vos para mi es la gloria.&lt;br /&gt;Sin escatimar,sin darnos de más sin acelerar sin tirar pa' atrás, siempre fue así nuestro asunto: le falta de acá,le sobra de allá, retocandolo,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;pero siempre juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; siempre juntos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-4689612343328490776?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4689612343328490776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-no-me-encuentro-preguntando-sobre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4689612343328490776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/4689612343328490776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/ya-no-me-encuentro-preguntando-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScfYYdqB4eI/AAAAAAAAAA8/tr28SXtOVhQ/s72-c/lpd001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-7446757266588013220</id><published>2009-03-19T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:08:19.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScKJ-dtn6vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tX3fPuw-ufk/s1600-h/100_6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScKJ-dtn6vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tX3fPuw-ufk/s320/100_6684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314962216471489266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Nunca intentes soltar mi mano&lt;/span&gt;, no te das cuenta qe me sentiría tan desprotegida. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Nunca pienses alejarte de mi&lt;/span&gt;, no toleraría despegarme de tus abrazos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;No qiero dejar de sentir tu calor&lt;/span&gt;, calor qe perdura en mí impidiendo qe olvide tu hermosa imagen. No me dejes sola en este mundo desconocido, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;sos mi protección&lt;/span&gt;. No permitas qe me hunda en la tristeza, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;pretendo seguir riendo junto a vos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-7446757266588013220?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7446757266588013220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-intentes-soltar-mi-mano-no-te-das.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/7446757266588013220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/7446757266588013220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/nunca-intentes-soltar-mi-mano-no-te-das.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScKJ-dtn6vI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tX3fPuw-ufk/s72-c/100_6684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-2652593979990533104</id><published>2009-03-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:42:15.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScFAR7xiGgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NdRg7fDeiU/s1600-h/100_6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScFAR7xiGgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NdRg7fDeiU/s320/100_6717.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599712121297410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cuéntame que harás después que estrenes su cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;cuando muera tu traviesa curiosidad,cuando memorices todos sus recobecos y decidas otra vez regresar..&lt;br /&gt;ya no estaré aquí en el mismo lugar; si no tiene más que un par de dedos de frente y descubres que no se lava bien los dientes,si te quita los pocos centavos que tienes y luego te deja solo tal como quiere. sé que volverás el día&lt;br /&gt;en que ella te haga trizassin almohadas para llorar..&lt;br /&gt;pero si te has decidido y no quieres más conmigo&lt;br /&gt;nada ahora puede importar; &lt;b&gt;porque sin ti&lt;br /&gt;el mundo ya me da igual &lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-2652593979990533104?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2652593979990533104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuentame-que-haras-despues-que-estrenes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2652593979990533104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/2652593979990533104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/cuentame-que-haras-despues-que-estrenes.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/ScFAR7xiGgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/9NdRg7fDeiU/s72-c/100_6717.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-6974007425537954569</id><published>2009-03-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:30:55.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SbvMkc9zoMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f6iQJT6UBcY/s1600-h/100_6405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SbvMkc9zoMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f6iQJT6UBcY/s320/100_6405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313065112036417730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Aprendí a quitarle al tiempo los segundos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;tú me hiciste ver el cielo más profundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;junto a ti creo que aumenté más de tres kilos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;con tus tantos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;dulces besos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;repartidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pero olvidaste una final instrucción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;aún no sé cómo vivir sin tu amor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;descubrí lo que significa una rosa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y me enseñaste a decir mentiras piadosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;para poder verte a horas no adecuadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a reemplazar palabras por miradas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y fue por ti que escribí más de cien canciones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y hasta perdoné tus equivocaciones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y conocí más de mil formas de besar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;fue por ti que descubrí lo que es amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2185012486527490222-6974007425537954569?l=breakkingfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6974007425537954569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/aprendi-quitarle-al-tiempo-los-segundos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6974007425537954569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2185012486527490222/posts/default/6974007425537954569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://breakkingfree.blogspot.com/2009/03/aprendi-quitarle-al-tiempo-los-segundos.html' title=''/><author><name>breakking_free</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07074599112337782841</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SbvMkc9zoMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f6iQJT6UBcY/s72-c/100_6405.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2185012486527490222.post-5718449366185702543</id><published>2009-03-14T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T08:23:30.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SbvLaP0HcEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sv098ZG1-3A/s1600-h/100_6689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eRpU9K87ugU/SbvLaP0HcEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sv098ZG1-3A/s320/100_6689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313063837195792450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;El tiempo pasa, el verano se va, el otoño se aproxima y perdemos algunas de nuestras hojas, algunas nacen en otro verano y otras permanecen por muchas estaciones. 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