tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-298346312011-06-06T16:44:55.056-07:00absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.comBlogger111100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151983977351684892006-07-03T20:31:00.000-07:002006-07-03T20:32:57.356-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/1600/ramo%20copia.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/400/ramo%20copia.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115198397735168489?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>verena urrutianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151613713291685262006-06-29T13:39:00.000-07:002006-06-29T13:41:53.313-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES">DESPIERTA<o:p></o:p></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES"><o:p><br /></o:p><br />Soñada somnolienta<o:p></o:p><br />ensoñadora<o:p></o:p><br />deja de soñar<o:p></o:p><br />que entre sueños</span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES"><br />te sueño despierto.<br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES"></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES">DESPIERTO<o:p></o:p></span></b><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES"><o:p></o:p><br /></span></p> <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES">Dormido adormecedor<o:p></o:p><br />durmiente<o:p></o:p><br />deja de dormir<o:p></o:p><br />que entre sueños </span><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;" lang="ES"><br />te sueño, ¡despierta!.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115161371329168526?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151605156610470032006-06-29T11:16:00.000-07:002006-06-29T11:30:58.196-07:00<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="450" height="330"><br /> <param name="movie" value="http://www.realidadvisual.org/entalpia/poemas/di/fragil.swf" /><br /> <param name="quality" value="high" /><br /><br /> <embed src="http://www.realidadvisual.org/entalpia/poemas/di/fragil.swf" quality="high" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" height="330"></embed><br /></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115160515661047003?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151586408513451812006-06-29T06:05:00.000-07:002006-06-29T06:06:48.513-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/1600/demi%20para%20ti.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/400/demi%20para%20ti.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"> De mi para tí con todo mi yo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115158640851345181?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>verena urrutianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151336428963205012006-06-26T08:38:00.000-07:002006-06-26T08:40:28.966-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/1600/i.1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/400/i.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/1600/073.0.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/400/073.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115133642896320501?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>verena urrutianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1151297938604225582006-06-25T21:57:00.000-07:002006-06-25T21:58:58.610-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/1600/becho.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2385/3166/400/becho.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115129793860422558?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>verena urrutianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1150978502848029552006-06-22T05:11:00.000-07:002006-06-22T05:16:19.343-07:00era de esperarse, que entre tu y yo siempre tendrías que haber ganado tu<br /><a href="http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=tu&amp;word2=yo">http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=tu&amp;word2=yo<br /></a><br />entre contigo y sin ti, gane el contigo<br /><a href="http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=contigo&amp;word2=%22sin+ti%22">http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=contigo&amp;word2=%22sin+ti%22</a><br /><br />que entre el amor y el odio, gane el amor<br /><a href="http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=amor&amp;word2=odio">http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=amor&amp;word2=odio</a><br /><br />pero que entre el si y el no, gane el no<br /><a href="http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=si&amp;word2=no">http://www.googlefight.com/index.php?lang=en_GB&word1=si&amp;word2=no</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115097850284802955?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1150688019904421542006-06-18T20:32:00.000-07:002006-06-18T20:35:41.683-07:00<EMBED allowScriptAccess="never" src="http://two.flash-gear.com/npuz/puz.php?c=f&o=1&id=1039160&k=44787892&s=15&w=210&h=225" quality=high wmode=transparent scale=noscale salign=LT bgcolor="FFFFFF" WIDTH="360" HEIGHT="375" NAME="puz19718" ALIGN="" TYPE="application/x-shockwave-flash" PLUGINSPAGE="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></EMBED><br />se le suscitaban.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115068801990442154?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>verena urrutianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1150683023583629292006-06-18T19:07:00.000-07:002006-06-18T19:59:48.460-07:00<p align="center"><img height="1184" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4113/1502/1600/24_rosa.4.jpg" width="390" border="0" /></p><p align="left">que si la rosa, que sino la roza, que si pareciera que te toca este mensaje y te mueven el pelo mis palabras pero quizá no, quizá solo es un quizá este mensaje.<br /><br />¿ya no te roza mi rosa lo rosa? </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115068302358362929?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1150514622043360252006-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:002006-06-16T20:23:42.050-07:00Que por donde estarás andando y cuales serán tus caminos, o por último tan siquiera quisiera saber tus pies o tus manos, me conformaría con una imagen, que si sea tuya o mejor dicho de ti y no esta tortura de fotos robadas y prestadas.<br /><br />Dame si puedes, no me tortures así, un píxel de ti.<br /><br />Algo con lo que levantar un recuerdo, no te pido más, no necesito más, pero me conformo con menos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115051462204336025?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29834631.post-1150511267950238222006-06-16T19:27:00.000-07:002006-06-16T19:34:35.616-07:00no me mandes cartas <br />llenas de manos <br />porque cuando llega el cartero <br />se pone a llorar <br />y no quiere irse<br /><br />manda fruta <br />no palabras sin curvas<br />agua, color ni sabanas<br />que ellas no te traen <br />ni me llevan<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29834631-115051126795023822?l=magicosmomentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>absurdohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01682551717715045040noreply@blogger.com0