<?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-2717765322800674350</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:57:22.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina Guel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-3179687652426282386</id><published>2007-11-08T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T18:56:25.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ésta mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; Por R.R. Sauret&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RzPK7PblOkI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ge2y3gCdmFU/s1600-h/PAREJA+SEPIA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130667519608437314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RzPK7PblOkI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ge2y3gCdmFU/s200/PAREJA+SEPIA.bmp" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ésta mañana al despertar y ver tu tierna sonrisa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;al sentir tus suaves caricias y rozar tu piel hermosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta mañana, supe que todas las lágrimas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que todas las decepciones,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;todos los llantos y golpes valieron la pena, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque ésta mañana, he descubierto que la felicidad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;la Felicidad -cariño mío-, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;la felicidad es cada instante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada momento, junto a ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta mañana, ésta mañana… ¡ah! esta mañana. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Qué no habría hecho yo ésta mañana&lt;/em&gt;!,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quise darte un abrazo infinito, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y fundirme contigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ésta mañana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta mañana…ésta mañana no tendrá tarde,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni nubes, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni noche, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni horas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ni otra que se le parezca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ésta mañana será siempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-3179687652426282386?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3179687652426282386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=3179687652426282386' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3179687652426282386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3179687652426282386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/11/sta-maana.html' title='Ésta mañana'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RzPK7PblOkI/AAAAAAAAADg/Ge2y3gCdmFU/s72-c/PAREJA+SEPIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-2835039524095673232</id><published>2007-09-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T17:03:35.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvxEiC_aPuI/AAAAAAAAADY/scxTTNEfkCs/s1600-h/DSC05776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115038628495113954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvxEiC_aPuI/AAAAAAAAADY/scxTTNEfkCs/s200/DSC05776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Para los amores de mis pomadres Claudia y Maggie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No te puedo llorar.&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo sentir&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo amar&lt;br /&gt;No te puedo sonreir&lt;br /&gt;Solo olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-2835039524095673232?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/2835039524095673232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=2835039524095673232' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/2835039524095673232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/2835039524095673232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/amores.html' title='Amores'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvxEiC_aPuI/AAAAAAAAADY/scxTTNEfkCs/s72-c/DSC05776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-8948814681515785943</id><published>2007-09-26T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T15:27:43.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melancolía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvraGi_aPrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_cuoUYtrHEU/s1600-h/melancolia+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114640132839456434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="157" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvraGi_aPrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_cuoUYtrHEU/s200/melancolia+3.bmp" width="154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La tarde huele a melancolía, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la lluvia me hace sentirte lejano &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el aire frio trae tus recuerdos a mi mente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi boca sabe a tus besos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y se dibuja tu figura sobre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la luz del atardecer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡ Oh ilusa de mi !. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es el amor que me hace verte &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre la luz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvrYvC_aPpI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZlHb7WWQs1Y/s1600-h/melancolia+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114638629600902802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvrYvC_aPpI/AAAAAAAAACs/ZlHb7WWQs1Y/s200/melancolia+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvrYUS_aPoI/AAAAAAAAACk/R8ClhjS9IZc/s1600-h/melancolia+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2717765322800674350-8948814681515785943?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8948814681515785943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=8948814681515785943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8948814681515785943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8948814681515785943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-tarde-huele-melancola-la-lluvia-me.html' title='Melancolía'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvraGi_aPrI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_cuoUYtrHEU/s72-c/melancolia+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-8608713748774092186</id><published>2007-09-26T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:24:08.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqw7S_aPnI/AAAAAAAAACc/UPYFiRQWUKY/s1600-h/DESTINO+SEPIA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114594859589189234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqw7S_aPnI/AAAAAAAAACc/UPYFiRQWUKY/s320/DESTINO+SEPIA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;El destino quería que pasáramos a la pista de la vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y bailáramos al ritmo de la felicidad, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;al ritmo del amor y de la pasión. &lt;br /&gt;Sabía que te encontraría…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahora daré todo lo que he guardado en mi corazón, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la historia comienza, la vida inicia para mi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ha comenzado la felicidad y el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Te besare, te daré los besos que no te he dado&lt;br /&gt;Te contaré lo que he vivido en la espera de tus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Te hablare al oído, susurrando palabras prohibidas&lt;br /&gt;Bailaremos las notas que se han tocado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que no hemos bailado&lt;br /&gt;Festejaremos los aniversarios que hemos estado solos&lt;br /&gt;Nos daremos el tiempo, nos daremos todo.&lt;br /&gt;Te preguntaré que has hecho,  ¿ que has vivido ?&lt;br /&gt;Desde cuando me extrañas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde cuando me disfrutas sabiendo que existo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero que no nos habíamos  encontrado, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿ cuales han sido tus pensamientos ? ¿ desde cuando me piensas ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde cuando amor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;desde cuando te siento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-8608713748774092186?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8608713748774092186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=8608713748774092186' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8608713748774092186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8608713748774092186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/el-destino.html' title='El destino'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqw7S_aPnI/AAAAAAAAACc/UPYFiRQWUKY/s72-c/DESTINO+SEPIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-3230973119807688983</id><published>2007-09-26T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:12:09.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqufS_aPmI/AAAAAAAAACU/rXtukAxCwJk/s1600-h/ausencia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114592179529596514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqufS_aPmI/AAAAAAAAACU/rXtukAxCwJk/s320/ausencia.bmp" width="307" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me has acompañado por este difícil camino de la vida&lt;br /&gt;Es momento de irte, te he disfrutado, te he gritado&lt;br /&gt;Has visto mis lágrimas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mis amaneceres, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mis atardeceres&lt;br /&gt;Has disfrutado conmigo los largos fines de semana&lt;br /&gt;Hemos ido caminando bajo la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;Hemos sonreído con la sonrisa de un bebe&lt;br /&gt;Me has acompañado en mis problemas&lt;br /&gt;Es momento de decirte adiós....&lt;br /&gt;Adios soledad .... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bienvenido amor....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-3230973119807688983?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3230973119807688983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=3230973119807688983' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3230973119807688983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3230973119807688983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/soledad.html' title='Soledad'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqufS_aPmI/AAAAAAAAACU/rXtukAxCwJk/s72-c/ausencia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-8445578683598011156</id><published>2007-09-26T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:59:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiós al Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqquy_aPlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pg6YfrF7xsk/s1600-h/CUPIDO+LASTIMADO+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114588047771057746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="317" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqquy_aPlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pg6YfrF7xsk/s320/CUPIDO+LASTIMADO+1.bmp" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunque un adiós salga de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;aunque tus manos ya no toquen a las mías&lt;br /&gt;seré feliz porque mi piel te ha sentido,&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo ha vibrado con tus caricias,&lt;br /&gt;mis labios se han llenado de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;tus oídos han escuchado mis gemidos de placer&lt;br /&gt;sólo por eso seré feliz&lt;br /&gt;hoy y todos los días de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;porque he conocido lo que es el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-8445578683598011156?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8445578683598011156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=8445578683598011156' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8445578683598011156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8445578683598011156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/adis-al-amor.html' title='Adiós al Amor'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqquy_aPlI/AAAAAAAAACM/Pg6YfrF7xsk/s72-c/CUPIDO+LASTIMADO+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-4013291590373322661</id><published>2007-09-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:15:55.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna llena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqhli_aPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/XOd5lZNyIZI/s1600-h/LUNA+LLENA+AGUA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114577993252617794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="171" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqhli_aPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/XOd5lZNyIZI/s320/LUNA+LLENA+AGUA.bmp" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Esta luna llena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de Septiembre, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;su luz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;su brillo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me inspiran&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y hace gritar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a mi alma rebelde&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y a mi espiritú loco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-4013291590373322661?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4013291590373322661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=4013291590373322661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4013291590373322661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4013291590373322661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/luna-llena.html' title='Luna llena'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvqhli_aPkI/AAAAAAAAACE/XOd5lZNyIZI/s72-c/LUNA+LLENA+AGUA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-398303630830879799</id><published>2007-09-26T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T11:35:18.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un amor loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqYoS_aPiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PAkwMROB4WQ/s1600-h/ROSA-ROJA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114568144892608034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="305" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqYoS_aPiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PAkwMROB4WQ/s320/ROSA-ROJA.bmp" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Un amor loco porque iniciamos la locura de amarnos en Febrero&lt;br /&gt;un encuentro en nuestras vidas que iniciamos&lt;br /&gt;Emociones, nervios, fantasías, preguntas, llamadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;antecedieron a nuestro primer encuentro de aquel mes de Marzo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;¡ Que día ! .&lt;br /&gt;El mundo se había detenido&lt;br /&gt;porque un hombre y una mujer se encontraron&lt;br /&gt;para mirarse a los ojos y descubrir el brillo que da la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;para escuchar las aventuras, esas grandes aventuras de viajar solo&lt;br /&gt;porque él quería contarle lo que había vivido sin ella.&lt;br /&gt;Se encontraron para hablar de la emoción de estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;para comunicarse sin hablar&lt;br /&gt;para alzar las copas y decir ¡ salud amor !&lt;br /&gt;porque ella quería saber todo de él&lt;br /&gt;porque ella se fascinó con su charla, con su sonrisa, con sus caricias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;y de sus besos de ensueño&lt;br /&gt;Porque ella aun sigue soñando con él &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;esperando el próximo encuentro para quedarse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;callados y escuchar sus corazones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-398303630830879799?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/398303630830879799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=398303630830879799' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/398303630830879799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/398303630830879799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-amor-loco.html' title='Un amor loco'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqYoS_aPiI/AAAAAAAAAB0/PAkwMROB4WQ/s72-c/ROSA-ROJA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-3042123470667217530</id><published>2007-09-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:31:11.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de Enero</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114547602064031250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqF8i_aPhI/AAAAAAAAABs/yqY9I21uTPI/s320/CIELO+SEPIA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Era una tarde de Enero a punto de finalizar el invierno&lt;br /&gt;para mi daba inicio la primavera porque sentía tu calor&lt;br /&gt;llegaba a mis oídos tu melodiosa voz diciéndome ....niña&lt;br /&gt;y el saber que nos encontraríamos para ser mujer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2717765322800674350-3042123470667217530?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/3042123470667217530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=3042123470667217530' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3042123470667217530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/3042123470667217530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/era-una-tarde-de-enero-punto-de.html' title='Tarde de Enero'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvqF8i_aPhI/AAAAAAAAABs/yqY9I21uTPI/s72-c/CIELO+SEPIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-9077256492155494224</id><published>2007-09-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T08:42:57.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvp9bC_aPgI/AAAAAAAAABk/1LH4c1uQHCs/s1600-h/ESENCIA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114538230445391362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvp9bC_aPgI/AAAAAAAAABk/1LH4c1uQHCs/s320/ESENCIA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No es lo físico,…si no por todo el relleno que te sacare mordiéndote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no es lo físico, es tu esencia que enreda mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;es tu sonrisa que me hace sonreir&lt;br /&gt;son tus manos que me hacen sentir calor&lt;br /&gt;son tus brazos que me dan protección&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-9077256492155494224?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/9077256492155494224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=9077256492155494224' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/9077256492155494224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/9077256492155494224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/esencia.html' title='Esencia'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvp9bC_aPgI/AAAAAAAAABk/1LH4c1uQHCs/s72-c/ESENCIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-9015852537437721555</id><published>2007-09-25T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:42:04.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi ángel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvm38i_aPfI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIWzah2UlmM/s1600-h/ANGEL+BLANCO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114321102668709362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvm38i_aPfI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIWzah2UlmM/s320/ANGEL+BLANCO.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tengo la dicha y la felicidad de.....&lt;br /&gt;contar con tu compañía,&lt;br /&gt;de mirarme en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;de mirar hacia mi mente y encontrarte a ti&lt;br /&gt;de sentir este cansancio del placer de apretarte&lt;br /&gt;de sentir mis labios enrojecidos por tus besos&lt;br /&gt;de que tus labios rocen mi mano&lt;br /&gt;de que tus labios rocen todo mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;de escuchar a la Oreja de Van Gogh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y esbozar una sonrisa por ti&lt;br /&gt;sonriéndole a la vida por el ángel que eres para mi&lt;br /&gt;y porque no dejaste irme de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-9015852537437721555?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/9015852537437721555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=9015852537437721555' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/9015852537437721555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/9015852537437721555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-ngel.html' title='Mi ángel'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvm38i_aPfI/AAAAAAAAABc/RIWzah2UlmM/s72-c/ANGEL+BLANCO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-8748360538305299362</id><published>2007-09-25T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:26:34.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un regalo de mi hermano Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmx7C_aPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yy1gdcfSqXU/s1600-h/NIÃA+ANGEL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114314479829138898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="192" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmx7C_aPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yy1gdcfSqXU/s320/NI%C3%91A+ANGEL.bmp" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmxwC_aPcI/AAAAAAAAABE/kxiLBbS5RJ0/s1600-h/NIÃA+ANGEL.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;En alguna ocasión mi hermano Pedro me regaló una tarjeta de cumpleaños con esta bellísima verdad: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Que la niña que fuiste no se avergüence del adulto que eres"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmxbS_aPbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R7owCvT65Qo/s1600-h/NIÃA+EN+LA+LLUVIA.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmxLi_aPaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/HHklNpGMQpA/s1600-h/NIÃA+ANGEL.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-8748360538305299362?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/8748360538305299362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=8748360538305299362' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8748360538305299362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/8748360538305299362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-pensamiento-de-mi-hermano-pedro.html' title='Un regalo de mi hermano Pedro'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmx7C_aPdI/AAAAAAAAABM/Yy1gdcfSqXU/s72-c/NI%C3%91A+ANGEL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-4841742593614455606</id><published>2007-09-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:04:42.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lluvia en mi vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmvsC_aPZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/44eg6GtIVto/s1600-h/ADOLESCENTE+EN+LLUVIA.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114312023107845522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmvsC_aPZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/44eg6GtIVto/s320/ADOLESCENTE+EN+LLUVIA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hemos caminado y aprendido que el verdadero amor es olvidar los&lt;br /&gt;malos momentos y recordar los buenos.&lt;br /&gt;Me has enseñado que tu amor convierte mis días....&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día lluvioso puede convertirse en un día soleado&lt;br /&gt;si lo vemos con ojos de ternura.&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día triste se convierte en un día lleno de alegría&lt;br /&gt;si tu sonrisa esta conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día de soledad se convierte en un día maravilloso&lt;br /&gt;si recuerdo los momentos que hemos vivido.&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día sin una canción se convierte en un día lleno de música&lt;br /&gt;si escucho tu corazón ardiente.&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día sin mi familia lo conviertes en un día grandioso&lt;br /&gt;si recargo mi cabeza en tu hombro.&lt;br /&gt;.....que un día y que mi vida la has convertido y me has hecho feliz&lt;br /&gt;si pones tu boca en mi boca, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;tus manos en mis manos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;y caminamos por el sendero de la pasión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;y del amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-4841742593614455606?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4841742593614455606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=4841742593614455606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4841742593614455606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4841742593614455606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/lluvia-en-mi-vida.html' title='Lluvia en mi vida'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp1.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmvsC_aPZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/44eg6GtIVto/s72-c/ADOLESCENTE+EN+LLUVIA.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-6407098419910316818</id><published>2007-09-25T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T16:50:42.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Descripción</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmeXS_aPXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kQwQYxKH-58/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114292974927887730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmeXS_aPXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kQwQYxKH-58/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo que me induce a escribir es crear algo tan bello como tu&lt;br /&gt;porque desde que te vi supe lo que es el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Comprendí que la mejor descripción del amor eres tú.&lt;br /&gt;Tu cabello, ese cabello tan negro como mi pesar.&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos, esos ojos tan llenos de vida pero que no me miran.&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca, esa boca bendita pero que no pronuncia mi nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz, esa voz que al escucharla mi corazón se llena de felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos, esas manos que acarician a otras y no a las mías.&lt;br /&gt;Tu ser, todo tu ser que es amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-6407098419910316818?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/6407098419910316818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=6407098419910316818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/6407098419910316818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/6407098419910316818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/descripcin.html' title='Descripción'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp2.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvmeXS_aPXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/kQwQYxKH-58/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-6968996181712646961</id><published>2007-09-25T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:48:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La luna y nosotros dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvlSBy_aPVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hxE29JjxcGU/s1600-h/paisaje.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114209042676989266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="103" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvlSBy_aPVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hxE29JjxcGU/s320/paisaje.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;por.....Tina Guel y Lathia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿De qué quieres escribir?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿De los amores furtivos?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿De los amores ausentes?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;¿ De los amores que aún no llegan a tu vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;¿De las letras poéticas que esperan ser descubiertas por ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;¿De los besos que tiene para ti tu princesa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No... no. Esta noche no escribiré nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sólo miraré a la luna y pensaré en tu nombre que tanto me gusta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;y tanto me aterra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Te diré que te quiero, aunque no me oigas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;te diré que te extraño, aunque no te importe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;te diré que eres mía, aunque no sea cierto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2717765322800674350-6968996181712646961?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/6968996181712646961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=6968996181712646961' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/6968996181712646961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/6968996181712646961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-luna-y-nosotros-dos.html' title='La luna y nosotros dos'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp0.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/RvlSBy_aPVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/hxE29JjxcGU/s72-c/paisaje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2717765322800674350.post-4342793084109648995</id><published>2007-09-25T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T17:10:01.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Otoño</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmgvi_aPYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gPkfyc75pbQ/s1600-h/otoÃ±o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114295590562971010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmgvi_aPYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gPkfyc75pbQ/s320/oto%C3%B1o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;por Kaihoukan y Tina Guel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Otro otoño más,&lt;br /&gt;es momento de ver&lt;br /&gt;caer las hojas,&lt;br /&gt;momento de irse&lt;br /&gt;el amor de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero también es&lt;br /&gt;tiempo de olvidarte,&lt;br /&gt;tiempo de no extrañarte,&lt;br /&gt;de amontonar las hojas marchitas&lt;br /&gt;y prenderles fuego,&lt;br /&gt;como a tus recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De prepararse&lt;br /&gt;para abrazar los helados&lt;br /&gt;brazos del invierno,&lt;br /&gt;y congelar tu memoria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tiempo de que la luna de octubre&lt;br /&gt;se lleve el brillo de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y me devuelva la calma,&lt;br /&gt;aun estando sin ti&lt;/em&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/2717765322800674350-4342793084109648995?l=tinaguel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/feeds/4342793084109648995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2717765322800674350&amp;postID=4342793084109648995' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4342793084109648995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2717765322800674350/posts/default/4342793084109648995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinaguel.blogspot.com/2007/09/otoo.html' title='Otoño'/><author><name>Tina Guel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04892401876921187882</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://bp3.blogger.com/_c0bCf0WBsWg/Rvmgvi_aPYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gPkfyc75pbQ/s72-c/oto%C3%B1o.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
