<?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-6675955607842640791</id><updated>2011-07-08T12:29:11.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>florcitα ♬ . *</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-4098942723240879413</id><published>2009-09-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T17:11:28.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Srlnk6fZgLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FSDHgL1E2ic/s1600-h/9119_1242782587736_1174473914_742349_5993955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Srlnk6fZgLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FSDHgL1E2ic/s200/9119_1242782587736_1174473914_742349_5993955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384448713372041394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrlmtEoaHvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uxk7Ed28A-E/s1600-h/9119_1242782547735_1174473914_742348_1482282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrlmtEoaHvI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uxk7Ed28A-E/s400/9119_1242782547735_1174473914_742348_1482282_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384447754021510898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ya no te mojes los labios ni me insinues tus ganas, eres tan bello y sensual que no se si me iré ahora&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;o mejor despuès. Y yo que te deseo a morir, que importa , esta es la ultima vez el orgullo puede esperar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pero me arrepiento en el piso, y donde sea tomamte. Que bello cuando me amas asi y muerdes cada parte&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;de mi , que bello son tus celos de hombre, que sientes cada vez que me voy .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Y espero siempre escuchar esa mentira usual, que no me deja marchar .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-4098942723240879413?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/4098942723240879413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya-no-te-mojes-los-labios-ni-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4098942723240879413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4098942723240879413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/09/ya-no-te-mojes-los-labios-ni-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Srlnk6fZgLI/AAAAAAAAAKs/FSDHgL1E2ic/s72-c/9119_1242782587736_1174473914_742349_5993955_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-1640380088249482409</id><published>2009-09-17T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T17:00:46.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrLNIGxjB0I/AAAAAAAAAKU/4YqD19U9dQE/s1600-h/5360_1222649884431_1174473914_676155_944005_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrLK-zzKAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDlwr7FViY4/s400/1+DSC06054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382587685066637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrLK-zzKAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDlwr7FViY4/s1600-h/1+DSC06054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrLK-zzKAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDlwr7FViY4/s400/1+DSC06054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382587685066637906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                   &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Hicimos un trato, no se si te acuerdas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;                Si lo olvidaste, Olvidame .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-5830668230331172033?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/5830668230331172033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/09/hicimos-un-trato-no-se-si-te-acuerdas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5830668230331172033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5830668230331172033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/09/hicimos-un-trato-no-se-si-te-acuerdas.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SrLK-zzKAlI/AAAAAAAAAKM/iDlwr7FViY4/s72-c/1+DSC06054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-4792903768783013514</id><published>2009-07-25T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T18:09:23.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smugjdn76cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Nielqmqn5kc/s1600-h/a+DSC_6050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smugjdn76cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Nielqmqn5kc/s400/a+DSC_6050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362556312422705602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Llegas a llenar mi vida, nunca todo es tan perfecto pero casi es lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;" &gt;el amor es mucha piel, ya lo sabes desde ayer . El amor es tan distinto ahora que te conoci, desde que te conoci, desde el dia en que te vi el amor es para ti . Desde que te vi,&lt;br /&gt;una flecha me clavaste con amor, un embrujo fue y cayendo entre tus redes desperté , ahora tu eres mi vida. En las vueltas de la vida y la vuelta de la esquina , junto a las cosas bonitas hay otras cosas distintas, desde que te conoci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; desde el dia en que te vi .. &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/6675955607842640791-4792903768783013514?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/4792903768783013514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/llegas-llenar-mi-vida-nunca-todo-es-tan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4792903768783013514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4792903768783013514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/llegas-llenar-mi-vida-nunca-todo-es-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smugjdn76cI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Nielqmqn5kc/s72-c/a+DSC_6050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-6387876622112456792</id><published>2009-07-25T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:04:32.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smuc4R1hX_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/heY2HtNsof8/s1600-h/a+DSC_6040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smuc4R1hX_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/heY2HtNsof8/s400/a+DSC_6040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362552271989202930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-6387876622112456792?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/6387876622112456792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6387876622112456792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6387876622112456792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smuc4R1hX_I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/heY2HtNsof8/s72-c/a+DSC_6040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-8332445919254096623</id><published>2009-07-25T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:24:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmuSO2nRPwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PuQc4MO0t44/s1600-h/a+DSC06031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmuSO2nRPwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PuQc4MO0t44/s320/a+DSC06031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362540565190754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;i yo pudiera abrirte en dos mi corazón para qe veas el color de mi ilusión, si yo pudiera hacerlo amor , si tu quisieras .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No importaria la distancia entre los dos, regresaría yo en el tiempo por amor, y si supieras lo que quiero, de tus ojos ser la dueña y perderme en lo profundo de tus sueños. Y si en tus sueños corazón pudiera estar, inventaria un nuevo mundo para ti , serias tu aquel principe la fantasía de mi cuento, convertiría cada sueño en realidad, cual mosquetero yo seria tu guardian, defenderte hasta la muerte, todo por ti y eternamente si tu quisieras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mientras tanto yo en silencio te amare, venerando tu sonrisa vivire, si supieras lo que quiero de tus ojos ser la dueña, y perderme en lo profundo de tus sueños ...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                          &amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Todo si tu quisieras .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;♡&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-8332445919254096623?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/8332445919254096623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/s-i-yo-pudiera-abrirte-en-dos-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/8332445919254096623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/8332445919254096623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/s-i-yo-pudiera-abrirte-en-dos-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmuSO2nRPwI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PuQc4MO0t44/s72-c/a+DSC06031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-9201483062592070721</id><published>2009-07-25T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:14:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Qiero tenerte conmigo otra vez y si te tengo se qe te dejare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 &amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hay algo en ti qe nunca aguantaré y es eso mismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;lo qe me hace volver &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-9201483062592070721?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/9201483062592070721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/qiero-tenerte-conmigo-otra-vez-y-si-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/9201483062592070721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/9201483062592070721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/qiero-tenerte-conmigo-otra-vez-y-si-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-2017943963930710820</id><published>2009-07-23T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:18:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmjyRwpZDKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eZou2t2QrbY/s1600-h/a1+DSC_5980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmjyRwpZDKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eZou2t2QrbY/s400/a1+DSC_5980.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361801743314783394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;espirando tu aire, soñando tus sueños hoy quiero que sepas que tu estas en ellos, que eres el culpable de todos mis desvelos, quiero que comprendas que tu eres mi anhelo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e paso los días las noches enteras pensando en el amor que corre por mis venas, pensando en que buscaba alguien que me quisiera y que al fin encontré alguien que vale la pena . &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;oy quiero confesarte que mi vida eres tu, el angel de mi guarda el que me entrega su luz, el que ilumina el callejón sin salida , el que le ha dado una esperanza a mi vida . Estoy aqui a la luz de la vela, escribiendo una canción al hombre mas bello por que quiero que sepa que me enamore de &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;l y lo quiero llevar conmigo hasta las estrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Esa sensacion que recorre mi cuerpo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cada vez que me miras y se detiene el tiempo &lt;/span&gt;cada vez que me besas me robas el aliento, tu eres el &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;principe &lt;/span&gt;que me devolvio el cuento &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;★ ] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(249, 124, 0);font-size:130%;" &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/6675955607842640791-2017943963930710820?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/2017943963930710820/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/r-espirando-tu-aire-sonando-tus-suenos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2017943963930710820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2017943963930710820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/r-espirando-tu-aire-sonando-tus-suenos.html' title='&amp;#9825;'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmjyRwpZDKI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eZou2t2QrbY/s72-c/a1+DSC_5980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-5904900585791998918</id><published>2009-07-22T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:33:23.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F &amp; B</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smf2D1RiL_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iTrDi4vmioE/s1600-h/a+Imagen+3367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smf2D1RiL_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iTrDi4vmioE/s400/a+Imagen+3367.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361524427108528114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;miga; hermana gracias por tantas ♥  no hay ninguna como vos .. TE AMO CON TODA MI ALMITA  .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-5904900585791998918?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/5904900585791998918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/miga-hermana-gracias-por-tantas-no-hay.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5904900585791998918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5904900585791998918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/miga-hermana-gracias-por-tantas-no-hay.html' title='F &amp; B'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Smf2D1RiL_I/AAAAAAAAAJc/iTrDi4vmioE/s72-c/a+Imagen+3367.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-4105553214239816804</id><published>2009-07-22T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:26:16.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ablame de ti, cuentame de tu vida sabes tu muy bien&lt;br /&gt;que yo esto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmfwzAqSlwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k4BvAhzvK0o/s1600-h/a+Imagen+1349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 341px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmfwzAqSlwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k4BvAhzvK0o/s320/a+Imagen+1349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361518640549238530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;convencida de que tu no puedes ni aunque intentes&lt;br /&gt;olvidarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;siempre volveras una y otra vez, una y otra vez siempre volveras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; y aunque ya no sientas mas amor por mi , solo reencor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;yo tampoco tengo nada que sentir, y eso es peor, pero te extraaño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no cabe duda que es verdad que la costumbre es mas fuerte que el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Se que tu no puedes ni aunque intentes, olvdarme .. Siempre volveras &lt;/span&gt;♫ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Quitate la ropa lentamente,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;hoy quiero amanecer contigo .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;★&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-4105553214239816804?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/4105553214239816804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4105553214239816804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/4105553214239816804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmfwzAqSlwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/k4BvAhzvK0o/s72-c/a+Imagen+1349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-694513466449321513</id><published>2009-07-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:08:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ue vas a hacer cuanto te sientas solo? qe vas a hacer cuando sientas frío? qe vas a hacer cuando quieras tenerme y no sea posible ya? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;e olvidaré de lo que un dia vivimos, te borrare de todo mi pasado, hare de cuenta qe nunca te quise, te olvidaré amoR.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ue vas a hacer cuando estes sufriendo? cuando tu llanto no puedas contener? cuando tu sientas mis caricias en tu piel? cuando tu quieras volverme a tener? cuando tu sientas el corazon vacio y solo puedas llenarlo conmigo? - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;ara olvidarte hare de cuenta que en mi vida no fuiste bueno, solo una espina en mi camino qe se interpuso en mi destino, te olvidaré , te enterraré, te sacare de mi mente , para no sufrir mas por ti.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;ue vas a hacer cuando no estes conmigo? qe vas a hacer cuando tu sientas frío? qe vas a hacer cuando estes en la cama y no me puedas olvidar? - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e olvidaré de aquellas noches contigo, de las LOCURAS q juntos hicimos, d tu manera de hacer el amor conmigo, me olvidaré del primer beso q nos dimos, te olvidaré , te sacaré te borraré de mi mente, para no pensar mas en ti - &lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que vas a hacer cuando te sientas solo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/6675955607842640791-694513466449321513?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/694513466449321513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/q-ue-vas-hacer-cuanto-te-sientas-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/694513466449321513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/694513466449321513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/q-ue-vas-hacer-cuanto-te-sientas-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-7833444862085693427</id><published>2009-07-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:00:46.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;* Ojos qe no ven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;corazón qe no siente .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;♬)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-7833444862085693427?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/7833444862085693427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/flor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/7833444862085693427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/7833444862085693427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/flor.html' title='.'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-5260057270490912236</id><published>2009-07-19T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T12:34:38.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmNzMJWuCsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HFEqYZNrmOw/s1600-h/1+DSC_6028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmNzMJWuCsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HFEqYZNrmOw/s400/1+DSC_6028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360254634007857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;ien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y ahora lloras por que no me encuentro a tu lado, te acuerdas de aquellos tiempos lindos qe hemos pasado, preguntas que si tengo un nuevo amor, que si hice mi vida o encontre algo mejor, que quieres empezar la relación y yo repitiendo qe lo nuestro se acabó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; No niego que hay momentos que deseo pero me doy cuenta que era un juego, ahora me buscas diciendo que tratemos de nuevo y que el amor que me brindas era verdadero , lo siento pero tu tiempo paso, mi vida esta mejor y como yo no encontrarás otro amor. Y ahora tu te lamentas despues que tu me heristes, y ahora lloras por mi , por que me perdiste , no es por ofenderte es solo que recuerdes que uno no sabe lo que tiene hasta que lo pierder. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;La que me rio ahora aqui soy yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-5260057270490912236?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/5260057270490912236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/u-n-o-n-o-s-b-e-l-o-qu-e-t-ien-e-h-st-q.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5260057270490912236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5260057270490912236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/07/u-n-o-n-o-s-b-e-l-o-qu-e-t-ien-e-h-st-q.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SmNzMJWuCsI/AAAAAAAAAIw/HFEqYZNrmOw/s72-c/1+DSC_6028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-8234493329411946429</id><published>2009-06-07T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:52:56.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Sixgcy9a7RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/07G_In9buKs/s1600-h/19+DSC04962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344752905613929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Sixgcy9a7RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/07G_In9buKs/s320/19+DSC04962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;si te vieran como lloras de rodillas, pidiendo que te perdone que sin mi vas a morir, infeliz tu no sabes otra cosa que dar lastima y mentir. Ya cualquiera te señala cuando dicen ahi va el gil, es tiempo qe te des cuenta pero la vida es asi, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;de mi mucho te reiste y hoy me rio yo de tii&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;;) .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6675955607842640791-8234493329411946429?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/8234493329411946429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-te-vieran-como-lloras-de-rodillas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/8234493329411946429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/8234493329411946429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-te-vieran-como-lloras-de-rodillas.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/Sixgcy9a7RI/AAAAAAAAAIo/07G_In9buKs/s72-c/19+DSC04962.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-2757639162068030437</id><published>2009-05-31T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:34:33.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKxQ2heFHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jgeaCBkxYvg/s1600-h/yooooooooooooooooooo+ja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342027011086750834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKxQ2heFHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jgeaCBkxYvg/s320/yooooooooooooooooooo+ja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No hay que luchar contra el espejo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es una pelea perdida de antemano, sin sentido. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si no te gusta lo que ves en el espejo, reíte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Te vas a empezar a gustar un poco más. El espejo no miente. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;El espejo nos muestra las cosas tal cual son.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nos muestra lo que tenemos y también nos muestra lo que nos falta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/6675955607842640791-2757639162068030437?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/2757639162068030437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-hay-que-luchar-contra-el-espejo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2757639162068030437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2757639162068030437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-hay-que-luchar-contra-el-espejo.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKxQ2heFHI/AAAAAAAAAHE/jgeaCBkxYvg/s72-c/yooooooooooooooooooo+ja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-5024891184386120812</id><published>2009-05-31T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:20:51.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKt8iy2AUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0g8DWqSGWRM/s1600-h/DSC09645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342023363658645826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKt8iy2AUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0g8DWqSGWRM/s320/DSC09645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Un amigo es aquel que llega &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;cuando todo el mundo se ha ido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-5024891184386120812?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/5024891184386120812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-amigo-es-aquel-que-llega-cuando-todo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5024891184386120812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5024891184386120812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-amigo-es-aquel-que-llega-cuando-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKt8iy2AUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/0g8DWqSGWRM/s72-c/DSC09645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-546891837339172145</id><published>2009-05-31T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:07:51.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKqKcxz-eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pgjxyK-HvJc/s1600-h/Con+mica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342019204515363298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKqKcxz-eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pgjxyK-HvJc/s320/Con+mica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Ella a mi lado siempre esta para apagar mi soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                      mas que por mi , por ella yo vivo tambien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                      Vivo por ella que me da todo el afecto que le sale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                      vivo por ella que me da fuerza, valor y realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                     para sentirme un poco viva, como duele cuando falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                     Vivo por ella y nadie mas puede vivir dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                      la vida la vivo si está junto a mi .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                      Vivo por ella por que va dandome siempre la salida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ccccff;"&gt;                                                       si hubiese otra vida la vivo, por ella tambien ! ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-546891837339172145?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/546891837339172145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/ella-mi-lado-siempre-esta-para-apagar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/546891837339172145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/546891837339172145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/ella-mi-lado-siempre-esta-para-apagar.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKqKcxz-eI/AAAAAAAAAGk/pgjxyK-HvJc/s72-c/Con+mica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-3003510241689827904</id><published>2009-05-31T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T09:00:30.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKmQ_Nr8wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jYWeJDJWHsw/s1600-h/FLORCHH+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342014918791787266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKmQ_Nr8wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jYWeJDJWHsw/s400/FLORCHH+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Contare las noches que traté de olvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;aquellas que dijimos es mejor dejar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;contaré &lt;strong&gt;las veces en que dije nunca mas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no quiero perder tiempo, no t volveré a bsucar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Si acaso lo preguntas puedo resistirme a todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;a todo menos a la &lt;strong&gt;tentacion&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Si acaso lo preguntas te dire que &lt;strong&gt;todavia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahy algo tuyo aqui en mi corazón .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;Contare las horas que soporto estar sin ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;hasta que sin quererlo el desierto viene a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;quemandome el deseo y quemandome la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;no tengo mas remedio que buscarte otra vez .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKleyvy1FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/XTVt0HkLYNc/s1600-h/FLORCHH+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-3003510241689827904?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/3003510241689827904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/contare-las-noches-que-trate-de-olvidar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/3003510241689827904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/3003510241689827904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/contare-las-noches-que-trate-de-olvidar.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiKmQ_Nr8wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/jYWeJDJWHsw/s72-c/FLORCHH+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-7542311535084708528</id><published>2009-05-30T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:39:42.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiH5_LFtJjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W2ORGrF1xh8/s1600-h/florr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341825496741914162" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiH5_LFtJjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W2ORGrF1xh8/s400/florr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mi amor tan grande como el tiempo, en ti me pierdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6666cc;"&gt;amor que me habla con tus ojos; aquí enfrente  ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-7542311535084708528?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/7542311535084708528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-amor-tan-grande-como-el-tiempo-en-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/7542311535084708528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/7542311535084708528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/mi-amor-tan-grande-como-el-tiempo-en-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiH5_LFtJjI/AAAAAAAAAFo/W2ORGrF1xh8/s72-c/florr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-5388260986269896074</id><published>2009-05-30T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:28:04.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHqT8vTyiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRI1QtfvjMY/s1600-h/1+alalaal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341808261481089570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHqT8vTyiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRI1QtfvjMY/s400/1+alalaal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo es cuestión de costumbre. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Nos acostumbramos incluso a lo que nos hace mal…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mejor malo conocido, que bueno por conocer ¿no?. Lo nuevo, a lo que no estamos acostumbrados, nos desconcierta, nos inquieta. ¿Para que vamos a cambiar si así estamos bien? ¿Como haces de un día para el otro, para vivir sin eso que era la razón de tu vida? Nos da pánico la idea de despertar y sentir que todo cambió, que nada es como era&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando te acostumbras a un amor, a una piel, a un olorcito, a una sonrisa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perder todo eso es como quedarte sin aire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-5388260986269896074?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/5388260986269896074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-es-cuestion-de-costumbre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5388260986269896074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/5388260986269896074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-es-cuestion-de-costumbre.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHqT8vTyiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/RRI1QtfvjMY/s72-c/1+alalaal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-2218928325674526976</id><published>2009-05-30T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:13:53.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHnKayD0NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bUVzLf7ZD7E/s1600-h/DSC04963.jp6+g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341804799212114130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHnKayD0NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bUVzLf7ZD7E/s400/DSC04963.jp6+g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dicen que de los errores se aprende.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando un error lastima a otro&lt;br /&gt;y deja una marca,&lt;br /&gt;¿De qué sirve la lección?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el error que cometiste no tiene solución, cuando cometes un error que pone en peligro a los demás, cuando el error puede ser mortal, cuando un error estúpido te marca para toda la vida, cuando un error no tiene perdón, cuando ya es demasiado tarde y por mas de que hagas lo que hagas no podes reparar tu error, sólo se puede llorar, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque hay errores que no tienen arreglo&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un corazón roto es como esa botella que se rompió en el verano, partida en pedazos, ya no se puede reparar.&lt;br /&gt;Son errores fatales, errores imperdonables. Errores que nos torturan toda la vida. Desesperados intentamos reparar ese error, hacer algo que al menos pueda enmendar en parte todo el daño que hicimos. Hay errores que cambian tu vida para siempre.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hay errores inesperados, fuera de todo cálculo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Son errores que no tienen arreglo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por arreglar ciertos errores uno daría su vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-2218928325674526976?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/2218928325674526976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/dicen-que-de-los-errores-se-aprende.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2218928325674526976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2218928325674526976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/dicen-que-de-los-errores-se-aprende.html' title=''/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHnKayD0NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/bUVzLf7ZD7E/s72-c/DSC04963.jp6+g.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-2285192289789188477</id><published>2009-05-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:57:50.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tu melli te ama ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHiAhyjbHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PWtLVcjg9Wg/s1600-h/SDC12579+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341799131736403058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHiAhyjbHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PWtLVcjg9Wg/s400/SDC12579+e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo encontrar la salida por que se que cuento con vos&lt;br /&gt;aunque te culpe de todo y me enoje hasta sin razón&lt;br /&gt;tengo que darte la diestra, siempre existe el mal menor.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy , aunque llueva y yo no este de humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;se que vas a estar siempre ahi, dentro de mi &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;empujandome a seguir levantandome si caigo .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6675955607842640791-2285192289789188477?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/2285192289789188477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-melli-te-ama.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2285192289789188477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/2285192289789188477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/tu-melli-te-ama.html' title='tu melli te ama ♥'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHiAhyjbHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PWtLVcjg9Wg/s72-c/SDC12579+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-6618728943295049177</id><published>2009-05-30T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T18:45:14.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te amooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHgyP84zaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gds9GvNlwrI/s1600-h/a+2828_74738958846_824448846_1681600_6615115_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341797786918112674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHgyP84zaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gds9GvNlwrI/s400/a+2828_74738958846_824448846_1681600_6615115_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El tiempo es la fuerza más poderosa, más que el amor, dicen. El amor muere, el tiempo no, el tiempo perdura y transforma todo, nos cambia, se quiera o no. Uno cree que maneja el tiempo, hablamos de ganar o perder tiempo, de dejar pasar el tiempo, pero &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;el tiempo pasa, lo dejemos o no&lt;/span&gt;. Dicen que uno cree que el tiempo lo arregla todo pero también dicen que el tiempo no arregla nada, que el tiempo arrasa, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;y lo que el tiempo rompe no se arregla&lt;/span&gt;, dicen. Dicen que el tiempo es la fuerza más poderosa.Porque el tiempo pasa y se olvida de mí, de vos, pero aun no puede olvidarse del amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/6675955607842640791-6618728943295049177?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/6618728943295049177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amooo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6618728943295049177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6618728943295049177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amooo.html' title='te amooo'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiHgyP84zaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gds9GvNlwrI/s72-c/a+2828_74738958846_824448846_1681600_6615115_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6675955607842640791.post-6668171053956052674</id><published>2009-05-30T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T16:22:26.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>º</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiG_C7CsU5I/AAAAAAAAADY/jAUSDJBESVM/s1600-h/AAAAAAA+DSC_5888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341760689967747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiG_C7CsU5I/AAAAAAAAADY/jAUSDJBESVM/s320/AAAAAAA+DSC_5888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cuesta levantarse a veces y saber que nada fue en vano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;el silencio es complice y la angustia al dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De los dias vuelven cosas y las cosas cambian facil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;una vez lo ves y otra vez crees ver todo al revés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A veces hay que mentir, a veces hay que decir la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;y otras veces hay que callar, y seguir ..&lt;/span&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/6675955607842640791-6668171053956052674?l=floreencia3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/feeds/6668171053956052674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6668171053956052674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6675955607842640791/posts/default/6668171053956052674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://floreencia3.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='º'/><author><name>Florencia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14175976922227342443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SV5C6edFB7I/AAAAAAAAABA/D57YiwXmEB4/S220/E+10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bG_q381JWD4/SiG_C7CsU5I/AAAAAAAAADY/jAUSDJBESVM/s72-c/AAAAAAA+DSC_5888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
