<?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-7570009200937582875</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:40:55.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no llores xq se ha terminado, sonrie xq sucedio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-6921693346178212530</id><published>2009-01-29T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T20:17:48.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'>volviendo con lindas imagenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYJ944aZuII/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fn2zTdTBDns/s1600-h/sele+moshaaaa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYJ944aZuII/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fn2zTdTBDns/s400/sele+moshaaaa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296934527910393986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;La vida nos da la espalda, nos lastima, nos hace feliz, nos da y nos quita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;, pero los riesgos siempre estan, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;las desiluciones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;y los sufrimientos son parte de este camino que nos sorprende dia a dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; que por diferentes razones nos hace equivocarnos, nos hace perder o ganar, pero quien no corre riesgos sufrira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt; aun mas por no haber intentado cambiar su triste realidad...Porque los sueños son parte de nuestra vida, de nuestro destino y de nuestro futuro, un sueño nos hace creer en un mañana mas feliz, nos fortalece y nos crea una ilusion, una razon y una lucha por alcanzar cada deseo esto nos hace mejores personas, el poder y las ganas estan dentro nuestro nuestro, no busquemos afuera todo esta en el corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-6921693346178212530?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/6921693346178212530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/volviendo-con-lindas-imagenes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/6921693346178212530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/6921693346178212530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/volviendo-con-lindas-imagenes.html' title='volviendo con lindas imagenes'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYJ944aZuII/AAAAAAAAAC0/Fn2zTdTBDns/s72-c/sele+moshaaaa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-8605159587242708296</id><published>2009-01-29T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:42:37.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYHOTwIAZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/JiHsE6GiBwI/s1600-h/irak.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 293px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYHOTwIAZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/JiHsE6GiBwI/s400/irak.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296741475495732866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;¿VALE ESTO POR UN PEDAZO DE TIERRA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-8605159587242708296?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8605159587242708296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/vale-esto-por-un-pedazo-de-tierra-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8605159587242708296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8605159587242708296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/vale-esto-por-un-pedazo-de-tierra-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYHOTwIAZoI/AAAAAAAAACk/JiHsE6GiBwI/s72-c/irak.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-8356504888924900433</id><published>2009-01-28T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:40:32.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Primer Beso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Puede ser tierno, apasionado, atrevido o tímido, no importa, juntar los labios por primera vez con alguien siempre es una experiencia digna de atesorar para todas las personas. Al darlo es normal sentir preocupación por que existe el miedo al rechazo, esto nos ocurre a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;Ese primer encuentro siempre es memorab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCl0c0m2NI/AAAAAAAAACc/v47gszqGtuY/s1600-h/besitu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCl0c0m2NI/AAAAAAAAACc/v47gszqGtuY/s400/besitu.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296415482296326354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;le. La indeleble huella que dejan unos labios en la vida, es uno de los recuerdos que con el tiempo no se pierden. Todos tenemos recuerdos de ese primer beso, tal vez con la persona deseada o tal vez no. Pero se debe aceptar que no se olvida esa primera vez, de todos modos ese contacto fue especial. A partir de ahi, las cosas cambiaron. Ya el mundo no era el mismo. Siempre hay algo que cambia. Mamá me dijo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-TRAD"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;el primer beso es esencial para el desarrollo de la sexualidad y que su recuerdo nos marca para toda la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;_________________________&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" lang="ES-TRAD" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;PAULA 17 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;estábamos hablando, mis amigas me dejaron sola, se paro y me dio un beso. No tenia ni idea de que hacer, tenia 12 años  y fue re tierno, porque me tenia agarrada de la cara, osea, cuando te pasan la mano por atrás d la oreja  Y ese chico estuvo conmigo durante 4 meses después, i yo me enferme i nada, nos peleamos porque éramos chicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;BARBARA 15 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;mi primer beso fue todo lo contrario a lo que soñé a lo que siempre te dicen. Fue en una discoteca bailando...y me puse nerviosa, pero me deje llevar tocaron una canción motivadora, y cuando me di cuenta estábamos nariz con nariz bailando entonces ahí el me tomo la cara y nos dimos un beso, ese día cumplía 13 años yo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;MARIANO  20 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;fue  a las 7 años con una de 11 años nos mirábamos y era q ya nos estábamos besando fue algo loco todo empezó como un juego q lindo recuerdo, nos escondíamos jugábamos a las escondidas y aprovechábamos el momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ALBA 44 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;fue horrible me metio la lengua hasta la garganta y yo ni sabia que se besaba asi, fue en un boliche en esa epoca se bailaba lento me busco la boca y listo. yo pense que besar era eso....labio y labio, tenia 15 años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BRIAN 16 AÑOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;bueno.. el primer beso no es la gran cosa.. uno lo hace como hace cualquier cosa.. de pendejo lo unico que queres es seguir con todo i listo.. en mi caso el beso no lo di yo.. me lo dieron a mi   y nada.. que se yo.. si lo daba yo era por curiosidad y ganas de probar cosas nuevas..tenia 9 años&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-8356504888924900433?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8356504888924900433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-beso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8356504888924900433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8356504888924900433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-beso.html' title='El Primer Beso'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCl0c0m2NI/AAAAAAAAACc/v47gszqGtuY/s72-c/besitu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-5754507981469428296</id><published>2009-01-28T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:47:47.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El primer Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCMGAiBuHI/AAAAAAAAACU/g7DoJ4Dc3ao/s1600-h/primer+amor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCMGAiBuHI/AAAAAAAAACU/g7DoJ4Dc3ao/s400/primer+amor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296387196637526130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;No se vive más amor que el         primero a partir de ahí, comienzan a amontonarse, dicen que no se siente más amor que en el primero, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;recordandolo &lt;/span&gt;una y otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;Es lindo volver la vista al pasado y         recordar el primer beso, el primer amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Ese recuerdo         conforta el corazón cuando el tiempo pasa, templa la         memoria, y con el paso de los años descubrimos que         podemos encontrar nuestro álbum de fotos, en nuestros         recuerdos ese nombre redondeado con un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;sonreímos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; con ternura al revivir mentalmente ese momento y pensamos "COMO PASA EL TIEMPO".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hay etapas en las que esperamos al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; azul, que ya sabemos que no existe, donde nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;reprochamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; porque no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" &gt;aparese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; ese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" &gt;heroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; que salva a la princesa como los cuentos que nos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" &gt;leian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; cuando eramos chicas, o porque todo no es mas simple y sin dar tantas vueltas encontramos al indicado de una y no sufrimos y se termina la historia.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" &gt;Recien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" &gt;lei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; que las &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" &gt;desilusiones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; amorosas nos permiten ver mas ampliamente los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" &gt;obstáculos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; que la vida nos va a presentar en el transcurso de la vida, nos hacen saber que no todo es tan simple y muchas veces hay que luchar, ya sea para dejar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" &gt;atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" &gt;ciertos&lt;/span&gt; momento o para recuperar otros... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" &gt;Tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; dicen que primer amor es el que NUNCA se olvida, podemos dejarlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" &gt;atras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;, pero olvidar esa 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" &gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" &gt; experiencia No.&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/7570009200937582875-5754507981469428296?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/5754507981469428296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/5754507981469428296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/5754507981469428296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-primer-amor.html' title='El primer Amor'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SYCMGAiBuHI/AAAAAAAAACU/g7DoJ4Dc3ao/s72-c/primer+amor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-8802532887345202346</id><published>2009-01-27T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:02:02.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonriiiiee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_KXLXfA0I/AAAAAAAAACM/wi-NgLOk8qQ/s1600-h/22222222222222222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 378px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_KXLXfA0I/AAAAAAAAACM/wi-NgLOk8qQ/s400/22222222222222222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296174186348086082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;onreír es contagioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Y se contagia como una gripe,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Cuando alguien hoy me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yo también empecé a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonreír&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o pasaba por la esquina&lt;br /&gt;y alguien &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;io mi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Cuando me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me di cuenta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; que yo se lo había pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;azoné sobre esa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; y me di cuenta que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;alía la pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Una simple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;, como la mía&lt;br /&gt;puede &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;iajar alrededor del mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sí, si tu sientes que te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;iene una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sonrisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;la dejes sin ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Haz que comience una epidemia rápidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;e infecta al&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:gray;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-8802532887345202346?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8802532887345202346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-onreir-es-contagioso-y-se-contagia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8802532887345202346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8802532887345202346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-onreir-es-contagioso-y-se-contagia.html' title='Sonriiiiee'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_KXLXfA0I/AAAAAAAAACM/wi-NgLOk8qQ/s72-c/22222222222222222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-7662245436923856045</id><published>2009-01-27T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:56:13.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iLusiOneS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ay días que parece que nunca se va a apa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_I8sguzUI/AAAAAAAAACE/-exLBDlBVY8/s1600-h/5555555555555555555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_I8sguzUI/AAAAAAAAACE/-exLBDlBVY8/s400/5555555555555555555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296172631877143874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;gar el&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;color:gray;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;y otros son mas tristes que una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;en la estación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Con el paso de los años nada es como yo soñé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Si no cierras bien los ojos, muchas cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;as&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;no se ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-7662245436923856045?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7662245436923856045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-ay-dias-que-parece-que-nunca-se-va.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/7662245436923856045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/7662245436923856045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/h-ay-dias-que-parece-que-nunca-se-va.html' title='iLusiOneS'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_I8sguzUI/AAAAAAAAACE/-exLBDlBVY8/s72-c/5555555555555555555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-227091939222920427</id><published>2009-01-27T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:51:05.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_H2z9kmCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZjZ40SjlQho/s1600-h/7777777777777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_H2z9kmCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZjZ40SjlQho/s400/7777777777777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296171431286315042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;lgunas veces suelo recostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mi cabeza en el hombro de la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;y le hablo de ese amante inoportuno &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:gray;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que se llama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-227091939222920427?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/227091939222920427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/lgunas-veces-suelo-recostar-mi-cabeza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/227091939222920427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/227091939222920427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/lgunas-veces-suelo-recostar-mi-cabeza.html' title='La Soledad'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_H2z9kmCI/AAAAAAAAAB8/ZjZ40SjlQho/s72-c/7777777777777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-7375387221431857588</id><published>2009-01-27T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:51:37.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;amar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; es vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);font-family:verdana;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_FqC_bhAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UkcYouSkQmQ/s1600-h/4478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 373px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_FqC_bhAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UkcYouSkQmQ/s400/4478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296169012959085570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quizás&lt;/span&gt; reciba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85);font-family:verdana;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;porque&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;prefiero&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;amar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y sufrir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"  lang="ES-MX"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:10;" lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que sufrir por no haber&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;amado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-7375387221431857588?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/7375387221431857588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-amar-es-vivir-porque-si-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/7375387221431857588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/7375387221431857588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-amar-es-vivir-porque-si-amo.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX_FqC_bhAI/AAAAAAAAAB0/UkcYouSkQmQ/s72-c/4478.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570009200937582875.post-8989583260951418036</id><published>2009-01-27T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:29:12.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;permitid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Levantarse es una&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: rgb(255, 204, 0) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;font-size:180%;" &gt;OBLIGACION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX-zdszGxGI/AAAAAAAAABk/QAj1qJgKCsc/s1600-h/aguila.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX-zdszGxGI/AAAAAAAAABk/QAj1qJgKCsc/s320/aguila.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296149009634083938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Se sabe que muchas veces las cosas no son como esperamos que se den, que la vida por algún motivo nos da la espalda y hace de nuestros deseos lo q a ella se le cante, hay días que nos hace reír, otros que nos hace enojar, y otros llorar pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-MX"&gt;llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt; purifica mi alma y alivia mi corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;porque mi angustia decrece, aunque sólo sea un poco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt; porque cada &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; es un propósito de mejorar mi existencia...y todo al fin y al cabo es un camino al que estamos obligados a recorrer es experiencia que nos ayuda a crecer.&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; Estefania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:10;"  lang="ES-MX" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-MX"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7570009200937582875-8989583260951418036?l=mialmarenga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/feeds/8989583260951418036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-vueltas-de-la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8989583260951418036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570009200937582875/posts/default/8989583260951418036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mialmarenga.blogspot.com/2009/01/las-vueltas-de-la-vida.html' title='La vida'/><author><name>Estefania</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14192967053225197755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SrCKYjqjSic/SX-zdszGxGI/AAAAAAAAABk/QAj1qJgKCsc/s72-c/aguila.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
