<?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-220212848486649156</id><updated>2012-05-20T11:27:14.294+02:00</updated><category term='eyna'/><category term='soneto'/><category term='poesía'/><category term='red'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='cádiz'/><category term='versos'/><title type='text'>Susurros en la red</title><subtitle type='html'>Es mi alma quien te susurra, quien navega en esta red de redes para llegar a tí</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><title type='text'>BUSCO UN LUGAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6FamkOWpIA/T5_BY_QMlDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GOndVY74rLQ/s1600/Copia+de+alamedaapodaca7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6FamkOWpIA/T5_BY_QMlDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GOndVY74rLQ/s400/Copia+de+alamedaapodaca7.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Busco un lugar frondoso y fresco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dónde sembrar pueda esperanzas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dónde cantar sea alabanza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;busco un lugar libre y sereno.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fronteras hallé, busco un lugar,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;márgenes ocultos cual libros&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;límites topé en añadidos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;callejones vi en su lugar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;El olor a jazmín existe&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;azahares y rosas frescas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;colman de olores los jardines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;en las noches de luna llena.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Busco un lugar al albedrío&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de miradas, libre, mar y sol,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;de palabras libres, escritos,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;busco un lugar relleno de amor.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;En ese lugar tú esperarás&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;con caricias que anhela mi alma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;atrás vacíos y oscuridad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lo llenarás de luces blancas. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1205011558741" rel="cc:license" xmlns:cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#"&gt;&lt;img alt="Safe Creative #1205011558741" src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1205011558741/label/standard-72" style="border: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/220212848486649156-2552860325034647011?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J6FamkOWpIA/T5_BY_QMlDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/GOndVY74rLQ/s72-c/Copia+de+alamedaapodaca7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-6175280766344642123</id><published>2011-07-03T12:42:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T13:06:51.142+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ES EN ESTE FUGAZ TIEMPO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfc4ZpGikY/ThBHxw1hKCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j9UVZI0AkDo/s1600/amanecer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfc4ZpGikY/ThBHxw1hKCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j9UVZI0AkDo/s320/amanecer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625074854834284578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es en este fugaz tiempo&lt;br /&gt;con el viento, con esta luz&lt;br /&gt;los poros abiertos&lt;br /&gt;que lloro y clamo que estés tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En momentos la calma abre&lt;br /&gt;una sonrisa en mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;una calma que no sabe&lt;br /&gt;de tí, de mí, de nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia azota la calle&lt;br /&gt;agua que amansa mi llanto&lt;br /&gt;agua que limpia el aire&lt;br /&gt;aire que llena un abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finjo que estoy, que vivo,&lt;br /&gt;camino por tu sendero&lt;br /&gt;te siento y te respiro&lt;br /&gt;y no estás y te deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pasado reclama a gritos&lt;br /&gt;me envuelve en brisa salina&lt;br /&gt;demanda días perdidos&lt;br /&gt;me enloquece y me derriba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta luz me quema el alma&lt;br /&gt;ansío el sueño de un niño&lt;br /&gt;despertarme en la playa&lt;br /&gt;que una noche anduvimos.&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1107039592823" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1107039592823/label/standard-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1107039592823" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/220212848486649156-6175280766344642123?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/6175280766344642123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2bfc4ZpGikY/ThBHxw1hKCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j9UVZI0AkDo/s72-c/amanecer1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-1530977423113836243</id><published>2011-05-09T20:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T20:21:07.716+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soneto'/><title type='text'>Y SI EN UN INSTANTE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Co6FZis0o/TcgtmN3V69I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jxRtJwNDKHE/s1600/farolasapodaca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Co6FZis0o/TcgtmN3V69I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jxRtJwNDKHE/s320/farolasapodaca.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604779870842645458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si en un instante, ausente el amado amante,&lt;br /&gt;volvieras la mirada, más allá, blanca dama,&lt;br /&gt;un rumor hondo del mar oirías en noches de antes&lt;br /&gt;besando tu piel el sur con caricias de verdes algas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si en un segundo, sola, el tiempo regresara,&lt;br /&gt;romperías el corazón que late contigo&lt;br /&gt;ocupando minutos con besos del alma,&lt;br /&gt;del alma perdida en orillas, ya sin sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si tú en ese instante&lt;br /&gt;y si tú en ese segundo&lt;br /&gt;no fueras tú, fueras él,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese amado amante&lt;br /&gt;habitando tu mundo&lt;br /&gt;que está en tu piel, que no fue.....&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1105099174423" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1105099174423/label/standard-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1105099174423" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-1530977423113836243?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/1530977423113836243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=1530977423113836243&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/1530977423113836243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/1530977423113836243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2011/05/y-si-en-un-instante.html' title='Y SI EN UN INSTANTE...'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g4Co6FZis0o/TcgtmN3V69I/AAAAAAAAAGk/jxRtJwNDKHE/s72-c/farolasapodaca.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-4720591411439402172</id><published>2011-04-10T18:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:44:01.093+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>EN EL CAMINO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaVIxmxdvI/TaHaZpxFt2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/USGGRCR2Zrc/s1600/enelcamino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaVIxmxdvI/TaHaZpxFt2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/USGGRCR2Zrc/s320/enelcamino.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593992346414200674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En el camino las sombras dibujan,&lt;br /&gt;en el cielo las nubes blanquean,&lt;br /&gt;entretejo dibujos con agujas&lt;br /&gt;de blanco nácar los hilos puntean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi camino deshago quimeras,&lt;br /&gt;en mi cielo azul azules los sueños,&lt;br /&gt;entretejo ansias en primavera&lt;br /&gt;de locos miedos me escudo y navego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu camino deseo el descanso&lt;br /&gt;de verdes hierbas perfumada sea&lt;br /&gt;sentir cada paso como un abrazo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en tu camino deshacer mi llanto,&lt;br /&gt;de mis dibujos hacer cometas&lt;br /&gt;de blanco nácar el hilo en mi mano.&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1104108943272" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1104108943272/label/standard-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1104108943272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/220212848486649156-4720591411439402172?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/4720591411439402172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=4720591411439402172&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/4720591411439402172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/4720591411439402172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2011/04/en-el-camino.html' title='EN EL CAMINO'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uBaVIxmxdvI/TaHaZpxFt2I/AAAAAAAAAGc/USGGRCR2Zrc/s72-c/enelcamino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-7887470799495328084</id><published>2010-12-11T18:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T19:06:05.280+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>AL  LÍMITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TQO6WQsGjnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MZL0mTPIq-o/s1600/gran_mujer_africana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TQO6WQsGjnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MZL0mTPIq-o/s320/gran_mujer_africana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549484057450417778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al límite ya sin fuerzas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la voluntad no te vale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las palabras ni resuenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hallas ningún escape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al límite implorando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mil horizontes oscuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mil oraciones en llanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no quiebran los ricos mundos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al límite vas gritando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gritos en la arena ardiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sólo tú fuiste su amparo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tú vas hacia la muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al límite respirando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin su mirada, perdida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fría noche navegando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin él, sin su luz, vencida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1012118050036" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1012118050036/label/standard-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1012118050036" /&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/220212848486649156-7887470799495328084?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/7887470799495328084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=7887470799495328084&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/7887470799495328084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/7887470799495328084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/12/al-limite.html' title='AL  LÍMITE'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TQO6WQsGjnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/MZL0mTPIq-o/s72-c/gran_mujer_africana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-1085149106761009876</id><published>2010-11-13T19:03:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:43:38.589+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soneto'/><title type='text'>SÓLO EL VIENTO INTUYE LO QUE EN TU CORAZÓN LATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TN7Z8gTm8yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eGiD0CIInno/s1600/Dautremer%2B00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TN7Z8gTm8yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eGiD0CIInno/s320/Dautremer%2B00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539104225199846178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sólo el viento intuye lo que en tu corazón late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;latidos de dolor que en tu blanca piel se esconde&lt;br /&gt;sólo el aire escucha lo que tu alma a tientas abre&lt;br /&gt;puertas al ayer que oscurece la negra noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminas con pisadas que van hacia el pasado&lt;br /&gt;rescatas besos, miradas caricias y abrazos&lt;br /&gt;que perdidos crees al pasar los sombríos años&lt;br /&gt;te quedas allí, sin luz, en sus ojos velados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera salvarte de la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;del dolor y de la desesperanza&lt;br /&gt;de la soledad y de tu querencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera pero te tiene atrapada&lt;br /&gt;nunca lo sabrás, loca, tú estás allá&lt;br /&gt;lejos en el tiempo a él enlazada.&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1011137844404" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1011137844404/label/standard-72" style="border: 0pt none;" alt="Safe Creative #1011137844404" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/220212848486649156-1085149106761009876?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/1085149106761009876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=1085149106761009876&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/1085149106761009876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/1085149106761009876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/11/solo-el-viento-intuye-lo-que-en-tu.html' title='SÓLO EL VIENTO INTUYE LO QUE EN TU CORAZÓN LATE'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TN7Z8gTm8yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/eGiD0CIInno/s72-c/Dautremer%2B00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-6073237450123716675</id><published>2010-08-19T09:32:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:56:29.812+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>DESNUDA TU ALMA CUÁNDO EN BLANCO ESCRIBES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TG0bRtxyaZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MEob6dxgljg/s1600/001068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TG0bRtxyaZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MEob6dxgljg/s320/001068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507087910504130962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desnuda tu alma cuándo en blanco escribes,&lt;br /&gt;atrás la risa en tu pálido rostro,&lt;br /&gt;negros abismos azules y grises&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo desgarros dientes de lobos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejor dirías no seguir creciendo&lt;br /&gt;reflejos de neón luce la ventana&lt;br /&gt;entre paredes tú y tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;dibujando historias con palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tibia noche envuelve tu dolor&lt;br /&gt;y es tu voluntad de acero forjada&lt;br /&gt;la que hace emanar escritos de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegará la luz de la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;sonetos en el suelo esparcidos&lt;br /&gt;corazón blanco pureza al alba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086875" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086875/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086875" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-6073237450123716675?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/6073237450123716675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=6073237450123716675&amp;isPopup=true' title='43 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/6073237450123716675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/6073237450123716675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/08/desnuda-tu-alma-cuando-en-blanco.html' title='DESNUDA TU ALMA CUÁNDO EN BLANCO ESCRIBES'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TG0bRtxyaZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MEob6dxgljg/s72-c/001068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-4701164565815533975</id><published>2010-08-06T10:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:10:46.720+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>AIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TFvDKn5e9aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HgEAOYpSeVc/s1600/Copia+de+Copia+de+PA210006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TFvDKn5e9aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HgEAOYpSeVc/s320/Copia+de+Copia+de+PA210006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502205957039388066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;olores que me invaden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;en tortuosas calles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;sueños que acunas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;en ardientes tardes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;suspiros que elevas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;como leves mensajes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;que gira, que revuelve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;que brota, que sumerge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;meciendo verdes hojas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;provocando oleajes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;bailando cometas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;columpios del parque.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de jazmín y azahar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de tierra y sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Aire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de pacífica paz, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;de libre libertad, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;aire!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;ente guerras, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;entre rejas, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;entre líneas, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;entre vos y yo, aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;siempre aire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197085182" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197085182/label/standard2-72" style="border: 0pt none;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197085182" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/220212848486649156-4701164565815533975?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/4701164565815533975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=4701164565815533975&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/4701164565815533975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/4701164565815533975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/08/aire.html' title='AIRE'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TFvDKn5e9aI/AAAAAAAAAEs/HgEAOYpSeVc/s72-c/Copia+de+Copia+de+PA210006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-6471040169938848554</id><published>2010-07-20T09:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:28:03.185+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>ALLÁ EN LA PROFUNDIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TEVPgfSgKXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXxEns2m10c/s1600/Copia+de+fondo_marino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TEVPgfSgKXI/AAAAAAAAAEk/zXxEns2m10c/s320/Copia+de+fondo_marino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495886339849070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silencio dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;íntimo y profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sumergido en negras aguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin luz, todo oscuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llanuras sinuosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin transparencia y frío,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corazón cansado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la profundidad su latido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bajando para llegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no habrá vuelta atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palpando para sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su dolor y tu fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suave piel helada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;finos trazos de azul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin aire, el olvido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que un día fuiste tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subirías a la más alta cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si subir pudieras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con ronca voz gritarías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muere de amor la tierra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allá en la profundidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mar inmenso esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su sentr, su verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una luna frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiebra las mansas aguas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;llorando por tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eleva tu alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086653" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086653/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086653" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-6471040169938848554?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/6471040169938848554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=6471040169938848554&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-9084106221115642824</id><published>2010-06-30T20:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:25:57.096+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>SURCA EL AIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TCuTbxSraGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2EB9rEG118E/s1600/mucha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TCuTbxSraGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2EB9rEG118E/s320/mucha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488642676178511970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Surca el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una red invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que enlaza almas, corazones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;espíritus sensibles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Navego errante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desplegando velas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;susurrando palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sonidos, poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descubro caminos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apartando maleza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lejanas orillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de doradas arenas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viajo sin equipaje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ante tí llego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me guían tus palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tus sonidos y tus silencios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086646" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086646/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086646" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-9084106221115642824?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/9084106221115642824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=9084106221115642824&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/9084106221115642824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/9084106221115642824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/06/surca-el-aire.html' title='SURCA EL AIRE'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/TCuTbxSraGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2EB9rEG118E/s72-c/mucha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-6095571700460040273</id><published>2010-05-23T12:12:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:23:32.199+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>IMAGÍNATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S_lNXwgHnvI/AAAAAAAAADs/fRrNw1zJQ9U/s1600/Drawings_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S_lNXwgHnvI/AAAAAAAAADs/fRrNw1zJQ9U/s320/Drawings_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474491892597497586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S_j_pU929qI/AAAAAAAAADk/hs6Ei6Qd9CI/s1600/Copia+de+Drawings_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagínate,&lt;br /&gt;el viento del pasado&lt;br /&gt;me llegó besando la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajada la guardia&lt;br /&gt;no lo sentí llegar.&lt;br /&gt;Golpeó la puerta de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y sin saber lo dejé pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un dolor de sabor antiguo&lt;br /&gt;asoló mi alma sin combate&lt;br /&gt;yo,que lo creí escondido&lt;br /&gt;bajo olvidadas llaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tí que no sabías,&lt;br /&gt;te susurré -calla!-&lt;br /&gt;-no quieras saber!-&lt;br /&gt;ese dolor es viejo,&lt;br /&gt;imagínate!&lt;br /&gt;contigo estoy&lt;br /&gt;y sola asolada&lt;br /&gt;me estoy&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, no sabías,&lt;br /&gt;no oíste mi voz,&lt;br /&gt;-calla!, no digas!-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejé de par en par abierta&lt;br /&gt;de mi alma la puerta,&lt;br /&gt;fuera! susurré,&lt;br /&gt;no vuelvas!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas guardé,&lt;br /&gt;primavera&lt;br /&gt;de tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;imagínate!&lt;br /&gt;locura volver!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ya miro con nueva mirada,&lt;br /&gt;si ya camino con nuevos pasos,&lt;br /&gt;si ya abrigo renovada alma,&lt;br /&gt;imagínate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086622" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086622/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086622" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-6095571700460040273?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/6095571700460040273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=6095571700460040273&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/6095571700460040273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/6095571700460040273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/05/imaginate.html' title='IMAGÍNATE'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S_lNXwgHnvI/AAAAAAAAADs/fRrNw1zJQ9U/s72-c/Drawings_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-3653142428274872373</id><published>2010-05-08T19:31:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:20:43.365+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>HOY QUE LA TIERRA ESTÁ A SALVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S-WgKBL8sII/AAAAAAAAADM/tx8Nn9iIvLc/s1600/1zd6nuv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S-WgKBL8sII/AAAAAAAAADM/tx8Nn9iIvLc/s320/1zd6nuv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468953416489021570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy que la tierra está a salvo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bienvenidos y bienaventurados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy que la guerra es un recuerdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paisanos, forasteros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy que el hambre ya no es dinero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comensales, fariseos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Están los ríos llenos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el ozono nos ampara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu ayuda no hace falta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vive tu vida de pleno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy se para el caminante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si te ve tendido en el suelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hay inútiles retos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni malos gestos humillantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy hay palabras bellas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no hay mentiras en la calle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy veneran al anciano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no es sabio el que más ladre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está mi corazón alegre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canta a la lluvia, al sol, al aire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En la noche tú te duermes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y él vigila lo que sueñes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy ya es mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y la tierra es la que habla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puede que mi corazón lata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y nada sea cierto,........ nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086608" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086608/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086608" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-3653142428274872373?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/3653142428274872373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=3653142428274872373&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/3653142428274872373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/3653142428274872373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoy-que-la-tierra-esta-salvo.html' title='HOY QUE LA TIERRA ESTÁ A SALVO'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S-WgKBL8sII/AAAAAAAAADM/tx8Nn9iIvLc/s72-c/1zd6nuv.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-459760837115602229</id><published>2010-04-11T12:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T10:27:56.750+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><title type='text'>ALGUNA VEZ SOÑÉ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S8GptakeQoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16R8U3x3Of8/s1600/estelas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S8GptakeQoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16R8U3x3Of8/s320/estelas.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458830821041259138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguna vez soñé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hice castillos en el aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tracé caminos que nunca recorrí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volé alto y luego caí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sé si a usted le pasará,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero yo a veces miro atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no veo mi propia huella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A veces como hoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siento que no soy nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el sendero recorrido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sólo me dejó mi corazón dolorido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La tristeza llama a mi puerta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no la quiero dejar entrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sé que si resisto pasará,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero a cada instante me debilito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A veces esta luz de primavera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me abruma, me ciega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y quisiera esconderme, refugiarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero no hay refugio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no sé si a usted le pasará lo mismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero yo quisiera que fuera mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despertarme y sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que estuve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que valió la pena el viaje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que dí una sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que dejé una huella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no se diluyó como del mar la estela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197085298" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197085298/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197085298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-459760837115602229?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/459760837115602229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=459760837115602229&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/459760837115602229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/459760837115602229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/04/alguna-vez-sone-hice-castillos-en-el.html' title='ALGUNA VEZ SOÑÉ'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S8GptakeQoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/16R8U3x3Of8/s72-c/estelas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-5169966924747709094</id><published>2010-04-05T20:26:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:16:35.214+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cádiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesía'/><title type='text'>YO HABITO EN ESTE RINCÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7ordAonsfI/AAAAAAAAACs/fifMzsPIBC4/s1600/cadizbarcos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7ordAonsfI/AAAAAAAAACs/fifMzsPIBC4/s320/cadizbarcos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456721675899351538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo habito en este rincón del planeta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un trocito de salada tierra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un puntito en la inmensidad del universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo habito en esta ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la rodea el verde mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es tan pequeña que a veces quisiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;irme en uno de sus barcos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tan lejos como pudiera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo vivo en ella,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escucho sus susurros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oigo su voz antigua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella vive en mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sus vientos viven en mí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su olor de sal vive en mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Está tan dentro de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que cuándo estoy lejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el aire, su aire me falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.safecreative.org/work/1008197086585" cc="http://creativecommons.org/ns#" rel="cc:license"&gt;&lt;img src="http://resources.safecreative.org/work/1008197086585/label/standard2-72" style="border:0;" alt="Safe Creative #1008197086585" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Os dejo la canción "Cai" cantada por La niña Pastori y Alejandro Sanz. Bellísima canción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=159c82b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/220212848486649156-5169966924747709094?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/5169966924747709094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=5169966924747709094&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/5169966924747709094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/5169966924747709094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/04/yo-habito-en-este-rincon.html' title='YO HABITO EN ESTE RINCÓN'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7ordAonsfI/AAAAAAAAACs/fifMzsPIBC4/s72-c/cadizbarcos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-220212848486649156.post-39631169145430793</id><published>2010-03-30T11:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:58:32.030+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cádiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='versos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>SOY EYNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7HHcT5tbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/PxzYYKPFKo8/s1600/P8180008playa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7HHcT5tbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/PxzYYKPFKo8/s320/P8180008playa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454359912914972450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy comienza mi andadura, hoy comienzo a navegar y a dejar volar mi alma en esta red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hoy llego hasta ti y sin saber quien eres ni dónde estás te ofrezco mis susurros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Viajaré como el mar de una a otra orilla de este planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Susurraré palabras que no se llevará el viento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Me dejaré llevar por tus sonidos, por tus versos, por tus mensajes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Buscaré almas que me reciban generosas a mi llegada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Entraré si me dejas en tu corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sentiré tus alegrías y tus tristezas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Romperé murallas para llegar hasta tí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aquí estoy, soy Eyna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/220212848486649156-39631169145430793?l=susurrosalared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/feeds/39631169145430793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=220212848486649156&amp;postID=39631169145430793&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/39631169145430793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/220212848486649156/posts/default/39631169145430793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://susurrosalared.blogspot.com/2010/03/soy-eyna.html' title='SOY EYNA'/><author><name>Eyna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17202841910558939181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S68uhj5LGlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TFjeNEaEOuA/S220/cg+(1).gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Wv8l8N0VUtI/S7HHcT5tbyI/AAAAAAAAACM/PxzYYKPFKo8/s72-c/P8180008playa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry></feed>
