<?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-7022882468961820093</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:21.340-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin tenerte, te tengo.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haymastodavia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haymastodavia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01061202835630845098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVTOccMaeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/suf4ktJpulA/S220/feitaa+013.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022882468961820093.post-8736542307000385944</id><published>2008-09-01T10:59:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:35:04.635-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLv7oeUZrhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zwikTOJD0Rw/s1600-h/blancoynegro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLv7oeUZrhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zwikTOJD0Rw/s320/blancoynegro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241059264127675922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=frmsVbiDmgE&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sálvame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; font-family: webdings;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Toda la verdad que sentí por vos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;ya se ha alejado, como una flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;que se marchito y solo se ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;quedado. Eso  ya paso, es algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;que vi, momentos llorados, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;me encuentro con mi soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;y mi corazón gritando. Sálvame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no quiero estar así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero&lt;/span&gt;poder verte y volver a&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Todo está dicho en&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; que hoy esta&lt;br /&gt;quebrado, fue por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;el amor que&lt;br /&gt; se fue de aquí y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; solo me ha&lt;br /&gt; dejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;. Se que pasara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt; pronto pasara y estaré a salvo y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sentiré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta&lt;br /&gt;soledad que me esta matando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7022882468961820093-8736542307000385944?l=haymastodavia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/8736542307000385944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/8736542307000385944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haymastodavia.blogspot.com/2008/09/slvame-toda-la-verdad-que-sent-por-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01061202835630845098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVTOccMaeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/suf4ktJpulA/S220/feitaa+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLv7oeUZrhI/AAAAAAAAABQ/zwikTOJD0Rw/s72-c/blancoynegro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022882468961820093.post-6836914294182063501</id><published>2008-08-28T16:26:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T17:29:46.909-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLcIfASBhjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hsUGTu09CP4/s1600-h/Medicenleila+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLcIfASBhjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hsUGTu09CP4/s320/Medicenleila+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239666020213425714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todo es frágil:    tu costumbre de amarme, mi fe,    el silencio y la vida que duerme    en un vagón de tren.    Tu contrato fugaz,    la memoria, este hilo de voz,    las quimeras que surcan estrechos    y &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este corazón    que persigue tu rastro    en la alfombra de la habitación&lt;/span&gt;. No es tan frágil     el trueno del fúsil,     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el temor    a perderme tus dulces mañanas&lt;/span&gt;,    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tanto dolor&lt;/span&gt;. La memoria del banco, el aroma de aceite en el mar,    las fronteras de acero para hombres,    humo para el capital    que regula espejismos    y ordena tu necesidad. Yo soy frágil como un cristal si falta usted a esta cita, mi amor,     si el canto se llena de olvido,     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si el recuerdo se va    y ya no ríe conmigo&lt;/span&gt;.    Quizá no seamos héroes     pero aún seguimos vivos     y en la crisálida su voz estallará.     Y no se quedará inmóvil al borde del camino    y hará futuro su fuerte fragilidad. Es tan frágil el abrazo del mundo y su paz, la promesa desde la tribuna    y su empeño por perdurar.    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soberbio y resistente    es el grito del miedo anunciando el final    &lt;/span&gt;y la noche que escupen al cielo     tantas chimeneas,    los disparos de nieve,    el rugido de las bayonetas. Quizá no sea tan frágil     tu costumbre de amarme,    mi fe,    tu voz y tu memoria.    ¿Sabes?, quizá me equivoqué.    Quizá no sea indestructible    el trueno del fusil, tanto dolor,    la burbuja que encierra este grito    y este temor    a saberme perdido,    a perderte y perder la razón.     &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/7022882468961820093-6836914294182063501?l=haymastodavia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/6836914294182063501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/6836914294182063501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haymastodavia.blogspot.com/2008/08/todo-es-frgil-tu-costumbre-de-amarme-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01061202835630845098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVTOccMaeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/suf4ktJpulA/S220/feitaa+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLcIfASBhjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hsUGTu09CP4/s72-c/Medicenleila+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022882468961820093.post-4336579077792727991</id><published>2008-08-27T09:51:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T09:57:57.495-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVPLVUzdJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XVGT6LDplBo/s1600-h/egresados+2006+831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVPLVUzdJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XVGT6LDplBo/s320/egresados+2006+831.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239180797636998290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí mi amor, estás &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lejos&lt;/span&gt; como el mosquito. Sí, ese que persigue a una mosquita junto al farol amarillosucio que vigila bajo el cielo negrolimpio , esta noche &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angustiosa&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7022882468961820093-4336579077792727991?l=haymastodavia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/4336579077792727991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022882468961820093/posts/default/4336579077792727991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haymastodavia.blogspot.com/2008/08/s-mi-amor-ests-lejos-como-el-mosquito_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01061202835630845098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVTOccMaeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/suf4ktJpulA/S220/feitaa+013.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xRa7lJzwZlY/SLVPLVUzdJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XVGT6LDplBo/s72-c/egresados+2006+831.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
