<?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-1921709485376733283</id><updated>2011-07-07T13:46:37.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belén</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6329839694236624863</id><published>2010-05-23T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:54:08.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_ncLUuD2mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_tDQUzafwq0/s1600/14745_194401368250_756448250_3044117_234808_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_ncLUuD2mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_tDQUzafwq0/s320/14745_194401368250_756448250_3044117_234808_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474648909144119906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hoy jugaré a contarte mentiras...Te diré que&lt;br /&gt;te quiero, pero la verdad es que aún te amo. Te diré que de vez en cuando me&lt;br /&gt;acuerdo de tí. La verdad es que no hay día que no visites mi mente, ya que en&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón te quedaste para siempre&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/1921709485376733283-6329839694236624863?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6329839694236624863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoy-jugare-contarte-mentiras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6329839694236624863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6329839694236624863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoy-jugare-contarte-mentiras.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_ncLUuD2mI/AAAAAAAAAVw/_tDQUzafwq0/s72-c/14745_194401368250_756448250_3044117_234808_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-645068041634532090</id><published>2010-05-23T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:53:16.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nb-mhXvMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/114mrd_KqaI/s1600/14745_184033753250_756448250_2967621_7565220_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nb-mhXvMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/114mrd_KqaI/s320/14745_184033753250_756448250_2967621_7565220_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474648690584435906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Me dices&lt;br /&gt;que te vas, que no quieres verme más. Pero luego regresas diciendo que soy tu&lt;br /&gt;amor y que nunca te irás. ¿Cuál es la realidad? ¿En que mundo vives si no sabes&lt;br /&gt;que el amor no es un ir y venir? Que a la larga o a la corta algo puede destruir&lt;br /&gt;lo que un día se construyó. Y te quita el amor que un día se logr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-645068041634532090?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/645068041634532090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-dices-que-te-vas-que-no-quieres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/645068041634532090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/645068041634532090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/me-dices-que-te-vas-que-no-quieres.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nb-mhXvMI/AAAAAAAAAVo/114mrd_KqaI/s72-c/14745_184033753250_756448250_2967621_7565220_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1194930368843971109</id><published>2010-05-23T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:52:18.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbzK96naI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EUUoSwXce6o/s1600/14745_182527488250_756448250_2955584_8047512_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbzK96naI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EUUoSwXce6o/s320/14745_182527488250_756448250_2955584_8047512_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474648494209408418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pobre&lt;br /&gt;tonta, se piensa que el la ama, que el la quiere. y que el todavía la recuerda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre,&lt;br /&gt;no sabe que el la uso, que no la quiere, y que nunca se enamoro de ella. Fue una&lt;br /&gt;mas de su colección y ella no lo entiende. Alquien que le diga que intente&lt;br /&gt;olvidarlo,Que el tiene dueña y no la necesita.&lt;br /&gt;Tambien diganle que fue solo una&lt;br /&gt;noche donde embriagado de alcohol no le quedo otra opción que hacerle vivir una&lt;br /&gt;ilusión.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1194930368843971109?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1194930368843971109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/pobre-tonta-se-piensa-que-el-la-ama-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1194930368843971109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1194930368843971109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/pobre-tonta-se-piensa-que-el-la-ama-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbzK96naI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EUUoSwXce6o/s72-c/14745_182527488250_756448250_2955584_8047512_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6518384928751908950</id><published>2010-05-23T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:51:37.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nboGZjVkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nwgAzsavcOY/s1600/14745_182045588250_756448250_2952482_6848483_n+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nboGZjVkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nwgAzsavcOY/s320/14745_182045588250_756448250_2952482_6848483_n+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474648304004585026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;Confundida&lt;br /&gt;en un laberinto sin salidas. Hay alguien&lt;br /&gt;que me pueda explicar cual es el camino que debo tomar. Hacia donde debo ir?&lt;br /&gt;Quiero un camino fácil&lt;br /&gt;donde no halla obstáculos que esquivar, ni personas con maldad. Quiero&lt;br /&gt;encontrar la manera de saber si existe algo bueno al fin del recorrido, si&lt;br /&gt;alguien puede ayudar sin pedir nada a cambio.&lt;br /&gt;Si existe alguien que te quiera desde lo interior hacia lo exterior. Que&lt;br /&gt;no juzgue sin conocerte y al pasar los días&lt;br /&gt;que te quiera verdaderamente.&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/1921709485376733283-6518384928751908950?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6518384928751908950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/confundida-en-un-laberinto-sin-salidas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6518384928751908950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6518384928751908950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/confundida-en-un-laberinto-sin-salidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nboGZjVkI/AAAAAAAAAVY/nwgAzsavcOY/s72-c/14745_182045588250_756448250_2952482_6848483_n+(1).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1313450347077132413</id><published>2010-05-23T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:50:11.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbSEkHnMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BzfGh5cIRGI/s1600/14352_176774783250_756448250_2919482_3580567_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbSEkHnMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BzfGh5cIRGI/s320/14352_176774783250_756448250_2919482_3580567_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474647925554912450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;No era un sueño comun, era&lt;br /&gt;tan distinto a los demas. Era tan lindo saber que estabas alli. Sentirte tan&lt;br /&gt;serca mio.pero de repente un susurro&lt;br /&gt;senti. De pronto me levante y tu no estabas aquí. Donde habias ido? En que&lt;br /&gt;momento te escapaste de mi? Que sucedió para que te marcharas? Luego Nada&lt;br /&gt;escuche, nada vi, nada senti. Solo me quedo ese dulce recuerdo de un sueño que&lt;br /&gt;nunca se hizo realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1313450347077132413?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1313450347077132413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-era-un-sueno-comun-era-tan-distinto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1313450347077132413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1313450347077132413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-era-un-sueno-comun-era-tan-distinto.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nbSEkHnMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/BzfGh5cIRGI/s72-c/14352_176774783250_756448250_2919482_3580567_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3058437280766039937</id><published>2010-05-23T18:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:49:16.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYnlmtVNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7bHXYzRogc8/s1600/14352_176772853250_756448250_2919472_6206065_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYnlmtVNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7bHXYzRogc8/s320/14352_176772853250_756448250_2919472_6206065_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474644996666512594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Intente&lt;br /&gt;mil veces para sacarte de mi mente. no comprendo ni entiendo como desprendo&lt;br /&gt;este amor &amp;amp; sufrimiento que siento&lt;br /&gt;por vos ¿ por que es tan difícil olvidar las cosas que queres borrar? Tanto&lt;br /&gt;marcaron en tu vida que no ahí solucion . algo llego en mi camino y espero que&lt;br /&gt;sea la respuesta y la llave que abra una etapa de mi vida donde el dolor no&lt;br /&gt;esta, el corazon no se siente y el amor no exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-3058437280766039937?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3058437280766039937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/intente-mil-veces-para-sacarte-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3058437280766039937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3058437280766039937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/intente-mil-veces-para-sacarte-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYnlmtVNI/AAAAAAAAAVA/7bHXYzRogc8/s72-c/14352_176772853250_756448250_2919472_6206065_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3009237086430708230</id><published>2010-05-23T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:37:58.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYbD_evYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2hkAntghhwE/s1600/14745_180233428250_756448250_2943449_8331448_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYbD_evYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2hkAntghhwE/s320/14745_180233428250_756448250_2943449_8331448_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474644781485178242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Si hay una lagrima en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Es que voy recogiendo de mi vida los trozos&lt;br /&gt;Si hemos jugado a una aventura&lt;br /&gt;Nos hemos embriagado con tragos de locura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-3009237086430708230?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3009237086430708230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-hay-una-lagrima-en-mis-ojos-es-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3009237086430708230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3009237086430708230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-hay-una-lagrima-en-mis-ojos-es-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYbD_evYI/AAAAAAAAAU4/2hkAntghhwE/s72-c/14745_180233428250_756448250_2943449_8331448_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6123652751296453284</id><published>2010-05-23T18:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:37:04.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Una madre es capaz de dar todo sin recibir nada.&lt;br /&gt;De querer con todo su corazón sin esperar nada a cambio.&lt;br /&gt;De invertir todo en un proyecto sin medir la rentabilidad que le aporte su inversión.&lt;br /&gt;Una madre sigue teniendo confianza en sus hijos cuando todos los demás lo han perdido. Gracias por ser mi madre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6123652751296453284?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6123652751296453284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/una-madre-es-capaz-de-dar-todo-sin.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6123652751296453284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6123652751296453284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/una-madre-es-capaz-de-dar-todo-sin.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-413813420567991630</id><published>2010-05-23T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:36:41.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYHA9MOfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S5OletNOFXQ/s1600/14352_174331793250_756448250_2905219_5148828_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYHA9MOfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S5OletNOFXQ/s320/14352_174331793250_756448250_2905219_5148828_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474644437072886258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Dicen que&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo es la fuerza mas poderosa, mas que el amor, dicen. El amor muere, el&lt;br /&gt;tiempo no, el tiempo perdura y transforma todo, nos cambia, se quiera o no.Uno&lt;br /&gt;cree que maneja el tiempo, hablamos de ganar o perder tiempo, de dejar pasarlo,&lt;br /&gt;pero el tiempo pasa, lo dejemos o no.Dicen que uno cree que el tiempo lo&lt;br /&gt;arregla todo: con el tiempo te va a amar, con el tiempo la vas a olvidar, pero&lt;br /&gt;tambien dicen que el tiempo no arregla nada, que el tiempo arrasa, y lo que el&lt;br /&gt;tiempo rompe no se arregla, dicen.&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/1921709485376733283-413813420567991630?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/413813420567991630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/dicen-que-el-tiempo-es-la-fuerza-mas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/413813420567991630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/413813420567991630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/dicen-que-el-tiempo-es-la-fuerza-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nYHA9MOfI/AAAAAAAAAUw/S5OletNOFXQ/s72-c/14352_174331793250_756448250_2905219_5148828_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2355781925171704543</id><published>2010-05-23T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:36:02.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;• La&lt;br /&gt;ansiedad, esa obsesión por que el futuro sea hoy, ese capricho del deseo&lt;br /&gt;inminente, ese fast food difícil de digerir. Yo se que las cosas que importan&lt;br /&gt;de verdad necesitan tiempo. Se que no hay que apurarse, pero cuando quiero algo&lt;br /&gt;necesito señales claras de que eso va a llegar, sino me desespero.La&lt;br /&gt;incertidumbre me mata, me vuelvo insegura, me hace dudar de que eso que quiero&lt;br /&gt;tal vez nunca llegue. Tal vez por eso necesite alguna prueba de alguna certeza&lt;br /&gt;que calme esta ansiedad.La tarde es larga pero es tan corta la vida y uno&lt;br /&gt;quiere todo ya. Tal vez por esa ansiedad uno termina perdiendo justamente eso&lt;br /&gt;que tanto quiere. Las cosas que de verdad importan llevan tiempo, las cosas que&lt;br /&gt;valen cuestan trabajo. Por esa obsesión de que las cosas sean hoy, ya, como uno&lt;br /&gt;quiere, te podes perder y no ver lo que en verdad ya existe.Es cuestión de&lt;br /&gt;tiempo. Entre desear algo y conseguirlo hay una cuestión de tiempo. El problema&lt;br /&gt;es que ese tiempo entre lo que deseamos y su realización puede ser&lt;br /&gt;eterno.Cuando queremos algo lo queremos ya…por algo lo queremos ¿no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/1921709485376733283-2355781925171704543?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2355781925171704543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-ansiedad-esa-obsesion-por-que-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2355781925171704543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2355781925171704543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-ansiedad-esa-obsesion-por-que-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1680313531364213357</id><published>2010-05-23T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:35:28.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nX0XqzHTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Dj1r0903HXo/s1600/7229_142720098250_756448250_2646897_1700060_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nX0XqzHTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Dj1r0903HXo/s320/7229_142720098250_756448250_2646897_1700060_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474644116752244018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;Enamorarme de ti, inevitable sufrir, es traicionar de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al corazón porque tu y yo ya no podemos seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque en mi vida ya no hay dolor, enamorarme de ti yo sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fue mi gran error.&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/1921709485376733283-1680313531364213357?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1680313531364213357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/enamorarme-de-ti-inevitable-sufrir-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1680313531364213357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1680313531364213357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/enamorarme-de-ti-inevitable-sufrir-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nX0XqzHTI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Dj1r0903HXo/s72-c/7229_142720098250_756448250_2646897_1700060_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-7737945845795066157</id><published>2010-05-23T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:34:25.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXjiwY7LI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HDPUMv-0p1s/s1600/16052_170233318250_756448250_2868865_7889761_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXjiwY7LI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HDPUMv-0p1s/s320/16052_170233318250_756448250_2868865_7889761_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474643827670707378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Time,it needs time to win back your love again i will be there,i will be there.&lt;br /&gt;if we'd go again all the way from the start i would try to change the things that killed our love. your pride has built a wall,&lt;br /&gt;so strong that i can't get through is there really no chance to start once again?&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/1921709485376733283-7737945845795066157?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/7737945845795066157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeit-needs-time-to-win-back-your-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7737945845795066157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7737945845795066157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/timeit-needs-time-to-win-back-your-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXjiwY7LI/AAAAAAAAAUg/HDPUMv-0p1s/s72-c/16052_170233318250_756448250_2868865_7889761_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5058196870099735565</id><published>2010-05-23T18:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:33:22.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXXEg6odI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AzKCOrPOhzo/s1600/14352_174615758250_756448250_2907056_7298245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXXEg6odI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AzKCOrPOhzo/s320/14352_174615758250_756448250_2907056_7298245_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474643613394313682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Facil es decirlo&lt;br /&gt;dificil demostrarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Facil es prometer&lt;br /&gt;dificil es cumplir.&lt;br /&gt;Facil es soñar&lt;br /&gt;dificil luchar para alcanzarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Facil es dejar&lt;br /&gt;dificil volver a intentar.&lt;br /&gt;Facil es llorar&lt;br /&gt;dificil sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Facil es cantar una victoria&lt;br /&gt;dificil aceptar una derrota.&lt;br /&gt;Facil perder el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;dificil recuperarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5058196870099735565?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5058196870099735565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/facil-es-decirlo-dificil-demostrarlo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5058196870099735565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5058196870099735565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/facil-es-decirlo-dificil-demostrarlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXXEg6odI/AAAAAAAAAUY/AzKCOrPOhzo/s72-c/14352_174615758250_756448250_2907056_7298245_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6652504735356176837</id><published>2010-05-23T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:32:18.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXHcJzeDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e1Q02Q80Ub4/s1600/7229_144085083250_756448250_2659280_4321427_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXHcJzeDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e1Q02Q80Ub4/s320/7229_144085083250_756448250_2659280_4321427_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474643344861919282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Como decirte que te quiero y desafiar al mundo entrero&lt;br /&gt;Como gritar que amor soñado si hemos perdido ,&lt;br /&gt;hemos ganado&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que te quiero ,&lt;br /&gt;como decirte que me muero de amor .&lt;br /&gt;Si estoy tratando de mentirle al corazón*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6652504735356176837?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6652504735356176837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-decirte-que-te-quiero-y-desafiar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6652504735356176837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6652504735356176837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/como-decirte-que-te-quiero-y-desafiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nXHcJzeDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/e1Q02Q80Ub4/s72-c/7229_144085083250_756448250_2659280_4321427_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3859864886031684055</id><published>2010-05-23T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:31:07.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;euforia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es la capacidad de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;soportar el dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;, Por eso esa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;exageración del&lt;br /&gt;bienesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;r, del optimismo... no esta mal, pero la contracara de esto, es la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;depresión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;. La persona va a caer en algún momento. Lo importante es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; "&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;que alguien&lt;br /&gt;este ahí cuando esto ocurra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-3859864886031684055?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3859864886031684055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-euforia-es-la-capacidad-de-soportar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3859864886031684055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3859864886031684055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/la-euforia-es-la-capacidad-de-soportar.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-448477556677614928</id><published>2010-05-23T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:29:50.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWeqtdIeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WUwvl_AvvJw/s1600/16052_170062628250_756448250_2867832_618269_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWeqtdIeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WUwvl_AvvJw/s320/16052_170062628250_756448250_2867832_618269_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474642644394910178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista&lt;br /&gt;Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón&lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarte quién eres.&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/1921709485376733283-448477556677614928?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/448477556677614928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-fuera-mas-guapa-y-un-poco-mas-lista.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/448477556677614928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/448477556677614928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/si-fuera-mas-guapa-y-un-poco-mas-lista.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWeqtdIeI/AAAAAAAAAUI/WUwvl_AvvJw/s72-c/16052_170062628250_756448250_2867832_618269_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8055452042141314044</id><published>2010-05-23T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:28:43.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWPDFSOBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RKZQyHtRJBs/s1600/16052_169534363250_756448250_2863772_3633705_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWPDFSOBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RKZQyHtRJBs/s320/16052_169534363250_756448250_2863772_3633705_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474642376059402258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Escucha la ciudad y siente su respiración. Afuera una verdad te espera junto a la estacion.Un viaje diferente que solo tu conoceras volar sin despegar que bueno si no hiciera tanto mal. No pienses que me ire no pienses que te dejare tirado en cualquier parte vencido y sin saber que hacer.Yo alli estare,para darte confianzaalli estare, para gritar si te hace falta.&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/1921709485376733283-8055452042141314044?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8055452042141314044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/escucha-la-ciudad-y-siente-su.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8055452042141314044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8055452042141314044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/escucha-la-ciudad-y-siente-su.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nWPDFSOBI/AAAAAAAAAUA/RKZQyHtRJBs/s72-c/16052_169534363250_756448250_2863772_3633705_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5557868931315543496</id><published>2010-05-23T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:27:33.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nV_oBqhNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/A4Rs7itoZMg/s1600/7229_142105658250_756448250_2639910_966035_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nV_oBqhNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/A4Rs7itoZMg/s320/7229_142105658250_756448250_2639910_966035_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474642111098422482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;No soy aquella niña la que ayer robaste un beso,&lt;br /&gt;el arcoiris que alumbraba mis mañanas ha perdido su color.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se pierde la confianza de quien amas&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay nada no&lt;br /&gt;hay razón.&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/1921709485376733283-5557868931315543496?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5557868931315543496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-soy-aquella-nina-la-que-ayer-robaste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5557868931315543496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5557868931315543496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-soy-aquella-nina-la-que-ayer-robaste.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nV_oBqhNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/A4Rs7itoZMg/s72-c/7229_142105658250_756448250_2639910_966035_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6509530202999859892</id><published>2010-05-23T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:26:29.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVvZ7-EJI/AAAAAAAAATw/xnsDbRXWlo0/s1600/8922_163823778250_756448250_2807327_2523127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVvZ7-EJI/AAAAAAAAATw/xnsDbRXWlo0/s320/8922_163823778250_756448250_2807327_2523127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474641832438534290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;Es la vida y hay que aceptar cuando nos dice que debemos cambiar Y dejar de jugar y ponerse a pensar que es tiempo de buscar un amor y vos que esperas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6509530202999859892?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6509530202999859892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/es-la-vida-y-hay-que-aceptar-cuando-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6509530202999859892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6509530202999859892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/es-la-vida-y-hay-que-aceptar-cuando-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVvZ7-EJI/AAAAAAAAATw/xnsDbRXWlo0/s72-c/8922_163823778250_756448250_2807327_2523127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2041769251857235230</id><published>2010-05-23T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:25:04.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVWTs4q_I/AAAAAAAAATo/rIrvulXEZdo/s1600/16052_165250103250_756448250_2818157_7702818_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVWTs4q_I/AAAAAAAAATo/rIrvulXEZdo/s320/16052_165250103250_756448250_2818157_7702818_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474641401267923954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I see you and you see me&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing this could be&lt;br /&gt;I think you know just what I mean&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you I feel so free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you love me too&lt;br /&gt;And I need you&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you need me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, I just hope that you know&lt;br /&gt;To never let me go&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I comes to forever&lt;br /&gt;We should b ...e together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we meet up the whole world stops&lt;br /&gt;The music's loud, our temperature drops&lt;br /&gt;It seems like they're all dancing to our beat&lt;br /&gt;Look around, I know you'll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2041769251857235230?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2041769251857235230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-see-you-and-you-see-me-theres-only.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2041769251857235230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2041769251857235230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-see-you-and-you-see-me-theres-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nVWTs4q_I/AAAAAAAAATo/rIrvulXEZdo/s72-c/16052_165250103250_756448250_2818157_7702818_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4290102460217989200</id><published>2010-05-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:23:09.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nU8FLfpJI/AAAAAAAAATg/5c9bZRYWAc4/s1600/16052_167132423250_756448250_2833132_6181943_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nU8FLfpJI/AAAAAAAAATg/5c9bZRYWAc4/s320/16052_167132423250_756448250_2833132_6181943_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474640950693176466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Ahora sí, estoy como quiero,&lt;br /&gt;en un presente a puro sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;sin vivir al compás del minutero&lt;br /&gt;perdiendo al fin la noción del tiempo.&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/1921709485376733283-4290102460217989200?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4290102460217989200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahora-si-estoy-como-quiero-en-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4290102460217989200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4290102460217989200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2010/05/ahora-si-estoy-como-quiero-en-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/S_nU8FLfpJI/AAAAAAAAATg/5c9bZRYWAc4/s72-c/16052_167132423250_756448250_2833132_6181943_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8387676020210119669</id><published>2009-11-26T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:11:42.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span id="app102153277223_ajax1" fbcontext="c3a4ad451a1c"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;"Quienes buscan la verdad, merecen el castigo de encontrala." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8387676020210119669?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8387676020210119669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/quienes-buscan-la-verdad-merecen-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8387676020210119669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8387676020210119669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/quienes-buscan-la-verdad-merecen-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3599826002275700695</id><published>2009-11-26T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:08:52.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/Sw8zJM6D_eI/AAAAAAAAATY/y3xPkTNFxt4/s1600/13044_1255305951964_1509057978_30671258_2488127_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/Sw8zJM6D_eI/AAAAAAAAATY/y3xPkTNFxt4/s320/13044_1255305951964_1509057978_30671258_2488127_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408597910671850978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DESGRACIADAMENTE ESTAMOS CRECIENDO, EL MUNDO SE NOS LLENA DE RESPONSABILIDADES, OJALA LA VIDA FUERA PURA ADOLESCENCIA, LOS CAMBIOS SON DIFÍCILES, AUNQUE HAY QUE AFRONTARLOS. TODO SE VUELVE MAS COMPLICADO, LAS COSAS CUESTAN EL TRIPLE, YA DEJAMOS ATRÁS LA NIÑA QUE ERAMOS, DEJAMOS NUESTRA NIÑEZ. NOS VAMOS CONVIRTIENDO EN ADULTOS, ESTO NOS HACE CAMBIAR. MOMENTOS DE CAMBIOS, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;TENGÁMONOS PACIENCIA.  &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/1921709485376733283-3599826002275700695?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3599826002275700695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/desgraciadamente-estamos-creciendo-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3599826002275700695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3599826002275700695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/desgraciadamente-estamos-creciendo-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/Sw8zJM6D_eI/AAAAAAAAATY/y3xPkTNFxt4/s72-c/13044_1255305951964_1509057978_30671258_2488127_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6347998125383352253</id><published>2009-11-26T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:00:09.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;AUNQUE NO TE TENGO, AUNQUE ESTAS CON OTRA, SE QUE SIGUES AQUÍ. AHORA YA NO SE QUE PENSAR, TE VAS DEL PAÍS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;TE VOY A EXTRAÑAR, SABIENDO QUE NUNCA SERAS MIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1921709485376733283-6347998125383352253?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6347998125383352253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunque-no-te-tengo-aunque-estas-con.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6347998125383352253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6347998125383352253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunque-no-te-tengo-aunque-estas-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1257800669368564569</id><published>2009-11-26T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:56:37.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;e q&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;e te vas del país, se que te vas de la prov&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ncia, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e que te v&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s de la ciudad, pero &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;nunca te iras de mi vida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1257800669368564569?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1257800669368564569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-e-q-u-e-te-vas-del-pais-se-que-te-vas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1257800669368564569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1257800669368564569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/s-e-q-u-e-te-vas-del-pais-se-que-te-vas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-7673820630334192655</id><published>2009-11-26T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:53:22.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"Es facil decir&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; "Hola"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; es fácil decir&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt; "Adiós"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; pero no es facil decir&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; "te quiero"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; y escuchar un &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"yo no.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-7673820630334192655?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/7673820630334192655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-facil-decir-hola-es-facil-decir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7673820630334192655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7673820630334192655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/es-facil-decir-hola-es-facil-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2762828022383068266</id><published>2009-11-26T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:51:25.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;"aunque no te guste no lo queres perder"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2762828022383068266?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2762828022383068266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunque-no-te-guste-no-lo-queres-perder.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2762828022383068266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2762828022383068266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/aunque-no-te-guste-no-lo-queres-perder.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6834825508296024895</id><published>2009-11-26T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:51:00.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Nunca hagas con el amor lo qe un niño hace con un globo, por jugar lo pierde, y &lt;i&gt;por perderlo llora&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6834825508296024895?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6834825508296024895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-hagas-con-el-amor-lo-qe-un-nino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6834825508296024895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6834825508296024895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/nunca-hagas-con-el-amor-lo-qe-un-nino.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4286103192901477386</id><published>2009-11-26T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:50:00.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;"No todos lo problemas son los &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;CHICOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, aunque no lo queramos aceptar nosotras tambien somos un &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;PROBLEMAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-4286103192901477386?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4286103192901477386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-todos-lo-problemas-son-los-chicos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4286103192901477386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4286103192901477386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-todos-lo-problemas-son-los-chicos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1112337897556893009</id><published>2009-11-26T17:48:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:49:20.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"La sinceriidad es lo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;primordiiaal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;en el AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1112337897556893009?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1112337897556893009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-sinceriidad-es-lo-primordiiaal-en-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1112337897556893009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1112337897556893009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-sinceriidad-es-lo-primordiiaal-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6250411741219255460</id><published>2009-11-26T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:48:39.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Odio cuando eres &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;indiferente&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6250411741219255460?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6250411741219255460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/odio-cuando-eres-indiferente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6250411741219255460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6250411741219255460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/odio-cuando-eres-indiferente.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5765092377173843155</id><published>2009-11-26T17:46:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:47:57.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span id="app102153277223_ajax1" fbcontext="6ce523ec7369"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"La peor forma de echar a alguien de menos es estar sentada a su lado y saber que &lt;i&gt;nunca será tuyo&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5765092377173843155?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5765092377173843155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-peor-forma-de-echar-alguien-de-menos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5765092377173843155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5765092377173843155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-peor-forma-de-echar-alguien-de-menos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1677097652318191381</id><published>2009-11-26T17:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:46:36.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span id="app102153277223_ajax1" fbcontext="eded88d92af5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;"El amor empieza con una mirada, se dice con una palabra, se siente con un beso y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;se pierde con una lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1677097652318191381?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1677097652318191381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-amor-empieza-con-una-mirada-se-dice.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1677097652318191381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1677097652318191381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-amor-empieza-con-una-mirada-se-dice.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4551261949458043052</id><published>2009-11-26T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:44:51.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Por la calle de la &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,me encontre con la &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,y me dijo que la&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,era amiga de la &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-4551261949458043052?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4551261949458043052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-la-calle-de-la-me-encontre-con-la-m.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4551261949458043052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4551261949458043052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/por-la-calle-de-la-me-encontre-con-la-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6367452374865006968</id><published>2009-11-26T17:42:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:43:30.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-size: 13px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Si pudiese ser una parte de tí, elegiría ser tus lágrimas. Porque tus lagrimas son concebidas en tu corazón, nacen en tus ojos, viven en tus mejillas, y se mueren en tus labios."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6367452374865006968?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6367452374865006968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-pudiese-ser-una-parte-de-ti-elegiria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6367452374865006968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6367452374865006968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/si-pudiese-ser-una-parte-de-ti-elegiria.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4459269238348068285</id><published>2009-11-26T17:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:42:41.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;"Te quiero cada segundo, minuto, hora, mes, cada vez más"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-4459269238348068285?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4459269238348068285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-quiero-cada-segundo-minuto-hora-mes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4459269238348068285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4459269238348068285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-quiero-cada-segundo-minuto-hora-mes.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5829438249371289254</id><published>2009-11-26T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:42:04.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;"Uno aprende a amar, no cuando encuentre a la persona perfecta, sino cuando aprenda a creer en la perfección de una persona imperfecta"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5829438249371289254?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5829438249371289254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la_26.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5829438249371289254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5829438249371289254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5034179170227861877</id><published>2009-11-26T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:04:10.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Uno aprende a amar, no cuando encuentre a la persona perfecta, sino cuando aprenda a creer en la perfección de una persona imperfecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Te acaricio con sonrisas y te miro con ternuras, quiero conquistar pasiones y corazones... pero me conformo con amarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;Duda que sean fuego las estrellas, duda que el sol se mueva, duda que la verdad sea mentira, pero no dudes jamás que te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;Te amo no sólo por lo que eres, sino por lo que soy cuando estoy contigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FF99;"&gt;El amor auténtico, el amor ideal, el amor del alma, es el que sólo desea la felicidad de la persona amada sin exigirle en pago nuestra propia felicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Aunque te vayas de aquí, siempre estarás en mi mente, nunca serás mi pasado, siempre serás mi presente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Nacimos para vivir nacimos para soñar nuestro destino es morir nuestra misión es amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Las flores de mi jardín, florecen en primavera pero mi amor por ti, florece la vida entera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Romántica, tierna y dulce, romántica con poemas en tus palabras, tierna con un mundo en tu mirada. Dulce en mil sueños de tu dulzura eres romántica, tierna y dulce y por eso te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;El verdadero amor no se conoce por lo que exige, sino por lo que ofrece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;Mis ojos lloran por verte, mis brazos por abrazarte, mis labios por darte un beso y mi corazón por amarte..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Es triste mirar al mar en una noche sin luna pero más triste es amar sin esperanza alguna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5034179170227861877?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5034179170227861877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5034179170227861877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5034179170227861877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/uno-aprende-amar-no-cuando-encuentre-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8775213046484410226</id><published>2009-11-26T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:00:38.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;Amigos verdaderos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; son los que vienen a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;compartir nuestra felicidad&lt;/span&gt; cuando se les ruega &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;y nuestra desgracia&lt;/span&gt; sin ser llamados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Es muy difícil encontrar un buen amigo, más &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; todavía &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;dejarlo e imposible olvidarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La amistad es &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;el ingrediente más importante en la receta de la vida&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mucha gente entra  y sale de su vida a lo largo de los años. Pero solo los verdaderos amigos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCFF;"&gt;dejan huellas en su corazón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;La amistad es como la salud: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;Nunca nos damos cuenta de su verdadero valor hasta que la perdemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Un verdadero amigo es alguien que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;te conoce tal como eres, comprende dónde has estado, te acompaña en tus logros y tus fracasos, celebra tus alegrías, comparte tu dolor y jamás te juzga por tus errores&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La mejor forma de destruir a su enemigo es convertirle en su amigo&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Al final, no &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;nos acordaremos&lt;/span&gt; tanto de las palabras de nuestros enemigos, sino &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;de los silencios de nuestros amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Un verdadero amigo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;es aquel que entra cuando todos los demás se van&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Un amigo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;es alguien que está contigo porque le necesitas, aunque le encantaría estar en otra parte&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Si realmente sabes lo que es la amistad, habrás perdido el corazón... por qué se lo habrás entregado a los demás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Un amigo es el que a pesar de las distancia se acuerda de los momentos importantes que vivieron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;ins style="display: inline-table; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; height: 280px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: relative; visibility: visible; width: 336px; "&gt;&lt;/ins&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8775213046484410226?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8775213046484410226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8775213046484410226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8775213046484410226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/11/amigos.html' title='Amigos'/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3052809970239447983</id><published>2009-06-27T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:06:53.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Amo toda tu figura&lt;/em&gt;, modelo de lo increíble, &lt;em&gt;bellaza &lt;/em&gt;y virtud en una, tu soltura perdona no dejas morir a nadie y &lt;strong&gt;vas sembrándonos ilusiones&lt;/strong&gt;, tu no sabes lo que causas creo que aún no te has dado cuenta haces que la gente agradezca tu existencia. &lt;em&gt;Te amo,mas que a un nuevo mundo, mas que a un día perfecto mas que a un suave vino, mas que a un largo sueño mas que a la balada de un niño cantando mas que a mi música, mas que a mis años mas que a mis tristezas, mas que a mis quehaceres mas que a mis impulsos, mas que a mis placeres mas que a nuestro juego preferido&lt;/em&gt; mas aun que esto &lt;strong&gt;te amo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Amo toda tu persona parábola de la vida&lt;/span&gt; poderosa cenicienta tu destreza para amarnos no olvidas dolor de nadie y te desvives por alegrarnos no has notado lo que eres y me aferro a que lo notes haces que las rosas se peleen por ser tu broche Te amo mas que a un nuevo mundo, mas que a un día perfecto mas que a un suave vino, mas que a un largo sueño mas que a la balada de un niño cantando mas que a mi música, mas que a mis años mas que a mis tristezas, mas que a mis quehaceres mas que a mis impulsos mas que a mis placeres mas que a nuestro juego preferido mas aun que esto te amo mas que a un largo viaje, mas que a un bello campo mas que un viejo amigo, mas que a cualquier santo mas que a tu pureza adornada de robles mas que a tu tenacidad que no se rompe mas que a tu alegría mas que a tus colores mas que a tu sensualidad que crees que escondes mas que a nuestro beso primero mas aun que esto te amo mas que a nuestro beso primero mas aun que esto te amo mas que a nuestro beso primero mas aun que esto te amo mas que a nuestra mágica noche de bodas &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas aun que esto te amo&lt;/span&gt; (te amo, te amo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo.&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/1921709485376733283-3052809970239447983?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3052809970239447983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/amo-toda-tu-figura-modelo-de-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3052809970239447983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3052809970239447983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/amo-toda-tu-figura-modelo-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1346181474855352775</id><published>2009-06-27T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:59:50.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Abrázame y hasmee sentir que erees solo mio,cuando te miro,me olvido de todo .. piensoo en lo hermosoo que seriaa si estuvieraamos juntoos,en todoo lo que te aamoo,en lo mucho que me gustas .. solo quiero que estes junto ami,que me mires a mi,que te fijes en mi.. dime como puedo hacer para que me quieras un poquito de lo que te quiero yo,no te das cuenta que sos mi vida y que sin vos no existo.. no me puedo olvidar de esos hermosos besos que me diste..en las cosas lindas que me decias..pienso en vos todo el dia.no te puedo sacar de mi cabeza.. &lt;em&gt;me gustaria besarte todo el tiempo !♥&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1346181474855352775?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1346181474855352775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/abrazame-y-hasmee-sentir-que-erees-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1346181474855352775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1346181474855352775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/abrazame-y-hasmee-sentir-que-erees-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1876148085574731568</id><published>2009-06-27T13:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:58:03.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay algo en el mundo, es esa lógica intacta, en la que &lt;em&gt;nadie sabe nada&lt;/em&gt;. Hay algo en el mundo y yo lo voy a encontrar &lt;em&gt;es un capricho que me sienta bien&lt;/em&gt;. Los años pasaron , &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vos y yo sabemos que hay algo ahí&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hay algo en tu mundo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;hay algo en mi mundo ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1876148085574731568?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1876148085574731568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-algo-en-el-mundo-es-esa-logica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1876148085574731568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1876148085574731568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/hay-algo-en-el-mundo-es-esa-logica.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-852956932953174829</id><published>2009-06-27T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:56:51.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt; si mañana es como ayer otra vez , &lt;em&gt;lo que fue hermoso será horrible después&lt;/em&gt;. No es sólo una cuestión de &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;elecciones&lt;/span&gt;. no elegí este mundo, pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aprendí a querer&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/1921709485376733283-852956932953174829?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/852956932953174829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-si-manana-es-como-ayer-otra-vez-lo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/852956932953174829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/852956932953174829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/y-si-manana-es-como-ayer-otra-vez-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2521202801480131924</id><published>2009-06-27T13:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:54:37.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La intención nunca fue quedarme estancada en el camino, nunca fue trazar uno diferente, ni fue poner a prueba mi capacidad de amar. Supongo que tu intención nunca fue hacerme tanto daño. No te guardo ningún rencor, ningún mal deseo, ni nada que pueda traspasarte. Nunca caeré tan bajo como para desear tu llanto ! aunqe vos si. Quizá no fue tu intención que terminemos así, porque reconozco que nunca me llamaste a seguirte. He cambiado mucho desde la primera vez que te sentí desde de mi, y he hecho muchas cosas, y he llorado muchas veces, y me he mentido tanto. Siéndote sincera, siempre creí que todo por lo que pasaba tenía que acabar en algún momento, en un final feliz. Ya no se trata de una cosa de orgullo, porque si lo miras, está bien pisoteado. No se trata de una cosa de resistencia, no se trata de que no pueda aceptar tu mano entrelazada con la de otra. Pero no puedo superar el hecho de que el destino haya estado todo el tiempo en contra. Yo estaba dispuesta a muchas cosas por vos, y te hubiera seguido a donde hubieras querido. Estaba dispuesta a aceptar cada defecto que tuvieras. Si me miras en este momento, parezco la misma persona que se enamoró de ti desde ya hace algún tiempo. (Y en el fondo lo sigo siendo). Pero mi depósito de esperanzas ya tocó fondo, y quizás eso no puedas notarlo. Por eso, no te preguntes porque huyo de tu mirada cada vez que apareces. Te transformaste en una maldición, &lt;strong&gt;te transformaste en un recuerdo doloroso&lt;/strong&gt;. Si hay algo a lo que nunca me podré acostumbrar es a vivir con el dolor de no tenerte. No me acostumbraré nunca, ni lo aceptaré nunca, ni nunca podré comprender como mierda llegué a estas instancias, ni en que momento te colaste en mi vida. Sé que tengo que irme de aquí, dejarte en paz. No logro entender por qué el guión está escrito de esta manera. Mi tranca máxima, es saberte único, pero lo superaré. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ya no vivo por ti, ni vivo para ti ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2521202801480131924?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2521202801480131924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-intencion-nunca-fue-quedarme.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2521202801480131924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2521202801480131924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/la-intencion-nunca-fue-quedarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1935709486279362639</id><published>2009-06-27T13:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:53:34.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Si te pudiera mentir, podría ocultar muchas cosas qe me esfuerzo por enterrar; te diría qe todo esto ha sido muy fácil para mí, y qe siempre estuve dispuesta a apartarme del camino cuando descubriera qe ya no es necesario seguir. Si te pudiera mentir, te diría qe siempre pude expresar lo arañada qe me siento por dentro, y qe siempre tuve el valor de preguntar hasta cuantas derrotas podía acumular un corazón sin agujerearse. Si te pudiera mentir, te diría qe nunca busqé tu mirada entre las multitudes, a pesar de todas las veces en qe me aconsejaron qe no volviera a mirarte a los ojos. Si te pudiera mentir, tal vez podría mentirme a mí misma también, y dejarías tú de pisar mis recuerdos imborrables, y dejaría yo de explotar en tus sonrisas. Mírame, por favor, por una vez mírame, y dime si salió algo bueno de todo esto. Dime si acaso logro disimular lo qe me pesa cargar con todo este dolor, todos los sueños que había guardado, todos los momentos felices qe se vieron opacados por otros desgarradores. &lt;strong&gt;Mírame y decime si realmente.. era necesario sufrir tanto ?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1935709486279362639?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1935709486279362639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-te-pudiera-mentir-podria-ocultar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1935709486279362639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1935709486279362639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/06/si-te-pudiera-mentir-podria-ocultar.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6293662032693166066</id><published>2009-05-24T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:09:07.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muchas veces no sabemos elegir, nos gustan las &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;cosas difíciles&lt;/span&gt;, porque a decir verdad ¿A quién le gusta las cosas fáciles? Siempre nos gusta el que &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nos hace mal&lt;/span&gt;, el que &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;nos hace llorar&lt;/span&gt;, aquel que pasa y &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;no nos mira&lt;/span&gt;. Pero sabemos que en el fondo si les importa lo que hacemos y dejamos de hacer aunque no lo demuestren. Tenemos que aprender que si esperamos nuestro momento, tarde o temprano vamos a conseguir lo que queremos. Lo fácil, se nos va sin darnos cuenta. Lo difícil cuesta, pero con sacrificio ¿quién no puede obtener lo que quiere? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nunca digas nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6293662032693166066?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6293662032693166066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/05/muchas-veces-no-sabemos-elegir-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6293662032693166066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6293662032693166066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/05/muchas-veces-no-sabemos-elegir-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6524803715174159619</id><published>2009-05-24T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:06:20.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Producís en mis tantas cosas como podes producir en mi tantas emociones?Aburrimiento, alegría, alivio, amor, angustia, armonía, asco, asombro, calma, celos, compasión, confianza, confusión, culpa, curiosidad, desconfianza, desesperación, dolor, enojo, entusiasmo, esperanza, impaciencia, impotencia, inquietud, inseguridad, interés, intriga, lujuria, melancolía, miedo, paciencia, pánico, pasión, placer, rebeldía, satisfacción, seguridad, serenidad, ternura, sorpresa, temor, timidez, tristeza, valentía y vergüenza, esas son las cosas que me haces sentir. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;¿&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Como puede ser que te quiera tanto mi amor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6524803715174159619?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6524803715174159619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/05/producis-en-mis-tantas-cosas-como-podes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6524803715174159619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6524803715174159619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/05/producis-en-mis-tantas-cosas-como-podes.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2332603425187372359</id><published>2009-05-24T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T11:00:55.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. Después de ti no hay nadie, porque &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;eres el único&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Si supieras que&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; solo tu eres el dueño de mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, que únicamente tu eres capaz de convertir en realidad todos mis sueños, tu y nadie más que tu haces que mis ojos brillen, que mis piernas tiemblen y que mi corazón lata de tal manera, una manera especial.Si supieras cuantas noches trasnoche ya que tu recuerdo se hacia tan fuerte, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;cuantas noches lloré&lt;/span&gt; hasta mis ojos gastar. Si supieras cuantas palabras, cuantos &lt;strong&gt;te amo&lt;/strong&gt;, cuantos sueños, te dediqué entre llantos, millones de canciones sin autor, que solo mi mente podía escuchar. Tantas veces intente engañarme y creer que no eras real, creer que todo era una pesadilla, pero el dolor es real,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;reales son mis sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mis lágrimas, todo es real, todo menos mis sueños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2332603425187372359?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2332603425187372359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.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/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2332603425187372359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2332603425187372359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4029849804926647872</id><published>2009-02-24T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T13:33:32.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaRnYuopMzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FCUvvieMmhw/s1600-h/IMG_6150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306479935482311474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaRnYuopMzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FCUvvieMmhw/s320/IMG_6150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cn el bañero mas hermoso del universo (L), es muchisimo mas lindo personalemnte que como se lo ve en la tele y en las fotos ajaja. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sos hermoso Leandro !&lt;/strong&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/1921709485376733283-4029849804926647872?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4029849804926647872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/cn-el-banero-mas-hermoso-del-universo-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4029849804926647872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4029849804926647872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/cn-el-banero-mas-hermoso-del-universo-l.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaRnYuopMzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FCUvvieMmhw/s72-c/IMG_6150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8865518485231891773</id><published>2009-02-24T10:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:45:30.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Quiero decirte tan solo dos palabras al oido, lo ha decidido mi corazon al que tienes herido, quiero decirte que no se que es lo que me pasa contigo, es que no puedo seguir mas tiempo solo siendo amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8865518485231891773?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8865518485231891773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-decirte-tan-solo-dos-palabras-al.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8865518485231891773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8865518485231891773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/quiero-decirte-tan-solo-dos-palabras-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2390212636860071813</id><published>2009-02-24T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:43:56.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaQ_q-zwsMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4wCKjf9tCM/s1600-h/1234903179952_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306436268596441282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaQ_q-zwsMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4wCKjf9tCM/s320/1234903179952_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;El mar es feliz cuando chocan las rocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mas feliz seria yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; si tus labios chocaran con mi boca&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Te quiero como a mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;como a mis ojos te quiero&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pero mas quiero a mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;porque mis ojos te vieron&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/1921709485376733283-2390212636860071813?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2390212636860071813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-mar-es-feliz-cuando-chocan-las-rocas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2390212636860071813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2390212636860071813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-mar-es-feliz-cuando-chocan-las-rocas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SaQ_q-zwsMI/AAAAAAAAAPs/s4wCKjf9tCM/s72-c/1234903179952_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-9046126351751517318</id><published>2009-02-19T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:57:07.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Después de ti no hay nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, porque eres el &lt;strong&gt;único&lt;/strong&gt;. Si supieras que solo tu eres el dueño de mi alma, que &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;únicamente tu eres capaz de convertir en realidad todos mis sueños&lt;/span&gt;, tu y nadie más que tu haces que mis ojos brillen, que mis piernas tiemblen y que mi corazón lata de tal manera, una manera especial.Si supieras &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cuantas noches&lt;/span&gt; trasnoche ya que tu recuerdo se hacia tan fuerte, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;cuantas noches &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lloré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hasta mis ojos gastar. Si supieras cuantas palabras, cuantos &lt;strong&gt;te amo&lt;/strong&gt;, cuantos sueños, te dediqué entre llantos, millones de canciones sin autor, que &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;solo mi mente podía escuchar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Tantas veces intente engañarme y creer que no eras real, creer que todo era una pesadilla, pero el dolor es real, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;reales son mis sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, mis lágrimas, todo es real, todo menos mis sueños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-9046126351751517318?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/9046126351751517318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_19.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/9046126351751517318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/9046126351751517318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3624544367159224909</id><published>2009-02-04T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:46:44.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYoMuTlJMKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q8wVz7JqZBI/s1600-h/Dibujo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299061901224390818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYoMuTlJMKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q8wVz7JqZBI/s320/Dibujo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921709485376733283-3624544367159224909?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3624544367159224909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3624544367159224909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3624544367159224909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYoMuTlJMKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Q8wVz7JqZBI/s72-c/Dibujo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6667756154088167273</id><published>2009-02-04T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:58:09.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYmstyyuvJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tUX4bh6Wvy0/s1600-h/ajaja+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298956339306740882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYmstyyuvJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tUX4bh6Wvy0/s320/ajaja+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No pido nada más que &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;estar entre tus brazos&lt;/span&gt; y huir de todo el mal. A &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;todo he renunciado&lt;/span&gt; por estar junto a ti. No dejo de pensar que estoy enamorada, te quiero confesar que &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;soy solo una extraña que no sabe vivir sin ti&lt;/span&gt;. Cuando llegaste tu te &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;metiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; en mi ser, ensendiste la luz, me llenaste de fe. Como aguja en un pajar te busque sin cesar, como huella en el mar tan &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; de hayar. No dejo de pensar que haría lo &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;imposible &lt;/span&gt;por quedarme cerca de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6667756154088167273?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6667756154088167273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pido-nada-mas-que-estar-entre-tus.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6667756154088167273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6667756154088167273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-pido-nada-mas-que-estar-entre-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYmstyyuvJI/AAAAAAAAAOo/tUX4bh6Wvy0/s72-c/ajaja+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5344038377528888931</id><published>2009-02-04T06:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:27:44.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Producís en mis tantas cosas como podes producir en mi tantas emociones?Aburrimiento, alegría, alivio, amor, angustia, armonía, asco, asombro, calma, celos, compasión, confianza, confusión, culpa, curiosidad, desconfianza, desesperación, dolor, enojo, entusiasmo, esperanza, impaciencia, impotencia, inquietud, inseguridad, interés, intriga, lujuria, melancolía, miedo, paciencia, pánico, pasión, placer, rebeldía, satisfacción, seguridad, serenidad, ternura, sorpresa, temor, timidez, tristeza, valentía y vergüenza, esas son las cosas que me haces sentir. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Como puede ser que te quiera tanto mi amor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5344038377528888931?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5344038377528888931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/producis-en-mis-tantas-cosas-como-podes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5344038377528888931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5344038377528888931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/producis-en-mis-tantas-cosas-como-podes.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1760297756822846711</id><published>2009-02-04T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:26:35.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muchas veces no sabemos elegir, nos gustan las cosas difíciles, porque a decir verdad ¿A quién le gusta las cosas fáciles? Siempre nos gusta el que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nos hace mal&lt;/span&gt;, el que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nos hace llorar&lt;/span&gt;, aquel que pasa y no nos mira. Pero sabemos que en el fondo si les importa lo que hacemos y dejamos de hacer aunque no lo demuestren. Tenemos que aprender que si esperamos nuestro momento, tarde o temprano vamos a conseguir lo que queremos. Lo fácil, se nos va sin darnos cuenta. Lo difícil cuesta, pero con sacrificio ¿quién no puede obtener lo que quiere?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca digas nunca.&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/1921709485376733283-1760297756822846711?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1760297756822846711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/muchas-veces-no-sabemos-elegir-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1760297756822846711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1760297756822846711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/muchas-veces-no-sabemos-elegir-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3177588314085715362</id><published>2009-02-03T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:07:27.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tengo un corazòn que està cansado de llorar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tengo un corazòn que ya no quiere sufrir màs&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;,Me tienes a tus pies; toda mi vida tù la tienes a tus pies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-3177588314085715362?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3177588314085715362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/tengo-un-corazon-que-esta-cansado-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3177588314085715362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3177588314085715362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/tengo-un-corazon-que-esta-cansado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2637110551794117840</id><published>2009-02-03T06:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:09:45.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay dos cosas infintas: el &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cielo&lt;/span&gt; y tu &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;estupidez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2637110551794117840?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2637110551794117840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/hay-dos-cosas-infintas-el-cielo-y-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2637110551794117840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2637110551794117840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/hay-dos-cosas-infintas-el-cielo-y-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-7654105950945398790</id><published>2009-02-03T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T06:08:19.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYhPyYazf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/rGkqJpmAQHo/s1600-h/las4+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298572688568319922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYhPyYazf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/rGkqJpmAQHo/s320/las4+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y ahora ve, y desata una &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gran sonrisa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Ríe fuerte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;destalla carcajadas&lt;/span&gt; aparentando que eres feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Muérdete los labios para no llorar, y &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;estarás orgullosa&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/1921709485376733283-7654105950945398790?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/7654105950945398790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-ahora-ve-y-desata-una-gran-sonrisa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7654105950945398790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7654105950945398790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-ahora-ve-y-desata-una-gran-sonrisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYhPyYazf7I/AAAAAAAAAOE/rGkqJpmAQHo/s72-c/las4+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-7360363194030872005</id><published>2009-02-03T05:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:54:50.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Siempre hay algún motivo que nos mantiene vivos sé que &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;todo lo que viene es mejor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-7360363194030872005?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/7360363194030872005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/siempre-hay-algun-motivo-que-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7360363194030872005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7360363194030872005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/siempre-hay-algun-motivo-que-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1266295252348408036</id><published>2009-02-03T05:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:54:13.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Te hace bien, tanto como hace mal. Te hace odiar, tanto como querer y más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-1266295252348408036?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1266295252348408036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-hace-bien-tanto-como-hace-mal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1266295252348408036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1266295252348408036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-hace-bien-tanto-como-hace-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-298126607679019282</id><published>2009-02-03T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:53:01.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero sabemos que lo mejor es sacarse esa venda de los ojos y &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ver&lt;/span&gt; por más cruel que sea,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;verdadera realidad&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/1921709485376733283-298126607679019282?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/298126607679019282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/pero-sabemos-que-lo-mejor-es-sacarse_03.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/298126607679019282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/298126607679019282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/pero-sabemos-que-lo-mejor-es-sacarse_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5979547768031096642</id><published>2009-02-03T05:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T05:48:57.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;La tranquilidad que se siente sólo cuando superamos aquello que pensamos o imaginábamos imposible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5979547768031096642?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5979547768031096642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-tranquilidad-que-se-siente-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5979547768031096642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5979547768031096642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-tranquilidad-que-se-siente-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6246013449798846510</id><published>2009-02-02T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:19:42.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc5BnRiWlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XzMKVJwtvC0/s1600-h/Imagen+3876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298266186509867602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc5BnRiWlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XzMKVJwtvC0/s320/Imagen+3876.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ay un lugar al que me voy cuando estoy triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;es un lugar dentro de mi que nunca viste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Me lo invente para sentir que me quisiste&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Es un lugar al que me voy cuando estoy triste&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y si te vas tambien me voy&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;si no estas tampoco estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y nada importa nada sirve nada vale nada queda sin tu amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Un laberinto sin final donde me pierdo y corro y corro sin parar y no te encuentro&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Y aunque &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;de vos quiera escapar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; siempre me acuerdo que existe en mi algun lugar donde te tengo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/1921709485376733283-6246013449798846510?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6246013449798846510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/h-ay-un-lugar-al-que-me-voy-cuando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6246013449798846510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6246013449798846510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/h-ay-un-lugar-al-que-me-voy-cuando.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc5BnRiWlI/AAAAAAAAANg/XzMKVJwtvC0/s72-c/Imagen+3876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-7203161710471477086</id><published>2009-02-02T10:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:16:16.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc4aJAjTEI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZvEjD7HA0uo/s1600-h/Imagen+3871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298265508370664514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc4aJAjTEI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZvEjD7HA0uo/s320/Imagen+3871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Si tienes miedo a equivocarte ya estás equivocado. Si tienes miedo a perder ya estás perdido. Si tienes miedo a vivir ya estás vencido. Si tienes miedo a sentir es que no has elegido. Un paso ya es el camino, un paso hacia tu destino, un paso y abre la puerta y sueña tu alma. Vivir a pleno, vivir sin miedo, vivir el instante y siempre animarse. Si tienes miedo a caminar yo te daré mi mano a veces hay que empezar acompañado. Mil pasos te seguiran serás el guia de muchos y tu luz brillara llama que yo te escucho.&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/1921709485376733283-7203161710471477086?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/7203161710471477086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-tienes-miedo-equivocarte-ya-estas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7203161710471477086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/7203161710471477086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-tienes-miedo-equivocarte-ya-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc4aJAjTEI/AAAAAAAAANY/ZvEjD7HA0uo/s72-c/Imagen+3871.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-96046197151162683</id><published>2009-02-02T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:12:05.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc3GMnMMeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8RFMShDJeLg/s1600-h/SANY0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298264066229023202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc3GMnMMeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8RFMShDJeLg/s320/SANY0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cada día nuevo que empieza para mi quiero agradecer por poder cumplir todos esos sueños que siempre quise vivir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Poder estar juntos aprender a compartir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;La vida vale la pena si querés soñar dentro mío siempre he de llevar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tan alegre el corazón todo se puede alcanzar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Solo quiero escuchar la voz del corazón para poder cantar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Busca las palabras que puedan describir todos esos sueños que viven en ti hay una esperanza que podemos compartir&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Deja que te enseñe que se puede ser feliz&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/1921709485376733283-96046197151162683?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/96046197151162683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/cada-dia-nuevo-que-empieza-para-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/96046197151162683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/96046197151162683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/cada-dia-nuevo-que-empieza-para-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYc3GMnMMeI/AAAAAAAAANQ/8RFMShDJeLg/s72-c/SANY0317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2680907787766677533</id><published>2009-02-02T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:08:13.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hay cosas nuevas que te invitan a decir que sí que nos atrapan y se alegra más el corazón hoy es el día donde toda esa alegría se hace parte de tu vida y no hay forma de decir que no. La fiesta va a empezar llega a tu vida y todo va mejor porque hay un sueño que alcanzar y &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;amigos que te dan su corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No dejes de venir que hay un camino para recorrer hay muchas cosas para compartir te digo que no hay nada que temer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Todo lo que quiero es empezar todo de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ir por más, más, más, más, más, más. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sí! a un nuevo amor Sí! a tu corazón Sí! con o sin razón Sí! a crecer de a dos&lt;/span&gt;. Hoy la tristeza queda lejos, ya no es para mi y se dibuja una sonrisa con esta canción hoy es el día donde toda esa alegría trae nuevas melodías y no hay forma de decir que no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2680907787766677533?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2680907787766677533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/hay-cosas-nuevas-que-te-invitan-decir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2680907787766677533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2680907787766677533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/hay-cosas-nuevas-que-te-invitan-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2884066714719160213</id><published>2009-02-02T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T10:06:44.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un camino sin final que te lleva a la verdad tiene mil flores y piedras que cruzar, algún día ese lugar sé que tu alma encontrará y el secreto al fin sabrás y es amar. El abismo cruzarás por un puente de cristal y los ángeles sus alas te darán y por fin comprenderás como es la libertad cuando el universo puedas alcanzar. &lt;em&gt;Para mirar estoy listo, para soñar estoy listo, para sentir estoy listo y para amar estoy listo para ir hay que aprender a compartirlos sueños que hay en ti, estoy listo junto a ti todos vamos a llegar y juntos caminar ya estamos todos aquí&lt;/em&gt;. Si confías en tu ilusión, te regalo el corazón, sólo hay que poner el alma y la pasión. Y ahora que ya estás acá juntos vamos a lograr que los sueños se hagan pronto realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-2884066714719160213?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2884066714719160213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-camino-sin-final-que-te-lleva-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2884066714719160213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2884066714719160213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-camino-sin-final-que-te-lleva-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-9219941389533879268</id><published>2009-02-02T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:47:07.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sabes bien, que no puedo. Que es &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;inutil&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;em&gt;siempre te amare&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-9219941389533879268?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/9219941389533879268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabes-bien-que-no-puedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/9219941389533879268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/9219941389533879268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabes-bien-que-no-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2025966589588962762</id><published>2009-01-31T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T09:48:24.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYSOk0ztw8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nHAZI02xnX4/s1600-h/n1624567963_30127901_7830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297515824996533186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYSOk0ztw8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nHAZI02xnX4/s320/n1624567963_30127901_7830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es esa persona que &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;te ayuda&lt;/span&gt;. Esa persona que &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;te conoce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;te aconseja&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; te consuela&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;te divierte&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;te brinda su confianza&lt;/span&gt; y que &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;deja que vos tambien lo hagas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Que te dice lo que tienes que escuchar, no lo que quisieras escuchar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Es alguien que va a reirse con vos&lt;/span&gt;, si, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;pero tambien va a llorar cuando no te sientas bien&lt;/span&gt;. Quien &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;busque tu bienestar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Quien te da su afecto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El que te cuida, &lt;/span&gt;y más que nada, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;el que te valora&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;El que te quiere como sos&lt;/span&gt;, y no marca siempre tus defectos.&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; El que aprobecha tus virtudes y modifica tus cosas malas&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; En fin un amigo, es gran parte de lo que todos necesitamos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GRACIAS POR TODO &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;te amo&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/1921709485376733283-2025966589588962762?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2025966589588962762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-amigo-es-esa-persona-que-te-ayuda.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2025966589588962762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2025966589588962762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-amigo-es-esa-persona-que-te-ayuda.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SYSOk0ztw8I/AAAAAAAAAMc/nHAZI02xnX4/s72-c/n1624567963_30127901_7830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-792988406792158833</id><published>2009-01-29T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:26:59.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu eres el amor de mi vidaaa, lo que &lt;em&gt;YO&lt;/em&gt; mas quierooo..sin&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me muero de amoor, la soledad me tiene &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;resoo..si &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tu&lt;/span&gt; no estas en mi vidaa, te juro que muerooo..(8)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-792988406792158833?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/792988406792158833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/tu-eres-el-amor-de-mi-vidaaa-lo-que-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/792988406792158833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/792988406792158833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/tu-eres-el-amor-de-mi-vidaaa-lo-que-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-676193696305905898</id><published>2009-01-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:35:12.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXnxh8-UUAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FmkSXhj8lxA/s1600-h/page11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294528402556211202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXnxh8-UUAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FmkSXhj8lxA/s320/page11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que buen dia ese cn vos ee , no te das una idea cuanto&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; te amo niní&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;em&gt;sos mucho&lt;/em&gt; blda. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;GRACIAS POR TODO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-676193696305905898?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/676193696305905898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-buen-dia-ese-cn-vos-ee-no-te-das.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/676193696305905898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/676193696305905898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-buen-dia-ese-cn-vos-ee-no-te-das.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXnxh8-UUAI/AAAAAAAAAL0/FmkSXhj8lxA/s72-c/page11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8922065120719809598</id><published>2009-01-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:54:39.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXikqynpZyI/AAAAAAAAALs/YcSdvr75qEQ/s1600-h/SANY0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294162417023543074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXikqynpZyI/AAAAAAAAALs/YcSdvr75qEQ/s320/SANY0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hay algo en el mundo, es esa &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;lógica intacta&lt;/span&gt;, en la que nadie sabe nada. Hay algo en el mundo y yo lo voy a encontrar es un capricho que me sienta bien. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Los años pasaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , vos y yo sabemos que hay algo ahí. Hay algo en tu mundo, hay algo en &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mundo ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8922065120719809598?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8922065120719809598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/hay-algo-en-el-mundo-es-esa-lgica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8922065120719809598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8922065120719809598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/hay-algo-en-el-mundo-es-esa-lgica.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXikqynpZyI/AAAAAAAAALs/YcSdvr75qEQ/s72-c/SANY0326.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6140237066268779003</id><published>2009-01-21T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:51:35.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Y siento enloqecer al &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;verlo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;al alegre, sonreir i &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; es conmigo. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6140237066268779003?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6140237066268779003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-siento-enloqecer-al-verlo-al-alegre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6140237066268779003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6140237066268779003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/y-siento-enloqecer-al-verlo-al-alegre.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6583571604765087761</id><published>2009-01-21T04:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T04:42:36.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXcYJ7BTsoI/AAAAAAAAALk/5TNrzeTeMNQ/s1600-h/cats2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293726445738373762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXcYJ7BTsoI/AAAAAAAAALk/5TNrzeTeMNQ/s320/cats2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;aaaaaaaaai mi vida ya tenes 14 , ajaja vos que rompias tanto con que goi era tu cumple i que esto i q el otro i que te mande un sms i que te posteara i blabla , me rompias tanto los ovarios : ajaja , bue bue pero al fffffin llegó . ahora ya tenes 14 , disfruta esta edad que es hermosa ! . sabes lo que tenes que hacer ? &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chaparte a cul pibe pase enfrente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ajaja (6) naa un poco esta bien tttaaaanto no aja , salir a bailar ,salir cn amigas (cnmigo obveo), vaaa.. disfrutar la vida i preparate para el año que viene tus 15 ! , ajá i me vas a invitar por que sino piñaaaaaaa . ahora tenes los 14 i &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;vas a empesar a romper cn los 15&lt;/span&gt; ufff los que nos espera amigas de denis ajaj , bue basta de hablar alp2 ee , mil veces te dije lo cuento te amo i lo mucho que significas para mi , asi que no vale aclarar . bue me fui te amo hasta el infinito i el mas alla , sos muchisimo &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FELICES 14 !&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/1921709485376733283-6583571604765087761?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6583571604765087761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaaaaaai-mi-vida-ya-tenes-14-ajaja.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6583571604765087761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6583571604765087761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaaaaaai-mi-vida-ya-tenes-14-ajaja.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXcYJ7BTsoI/AAAAAAAAALk/5TNrzeTeMNQ/s72-c/cats2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8121143899256517526</id><published>2009-01-20T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T15:18:40.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quien nos entiende ? Soñamos con un hombre que sea bueno, que nos quiera, que sea hermoso, perfecto, que nos regale cosas, que esto que lo otro, bla bla bla. Lo buscamos, lo perseguimos, lo llamamos anónimamente solamente para escuchar su voz porque obvio que no le hablamos porque quedamos mal. ¿Acaso no nos damos cuenta que quedamos peor porque sabemos que el pibe tarde o temprano se va a dar cuenta que somos nosotras, las pelotuditas enamoradas que no queremos dar la cara? . &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Le mandamos mensajes, le rompemos bien los quinotos&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; a penas se conecta abrimos su ventana y esperamos que nos hable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aunque sería algo extravagante que nos hable), entonces como no nos aguantamos, &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;le hablamos nosotras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, vamos a donde esté él, le decimos a nuestras amigas ‘me mira? Que hace? Yo me pongo de espalda y vos decime si me mira’ (la típica); y hacemos todo tipo de boludeses para llamar la atención de él, mientras que él no nos da ni la hora. Pero al fin, una vez que lo buscamos durante tanto tiempo, que le pedimos que nos haga la onda hasta a la mamá, estamos con él. Ese día va a ser inolvidable para cualquiera de nosotras, el mejor sin duda y todas las cosas que nosotras decimos. Durante los primeros meses que estamos con él, el perfecto, nos sentimos las más felices, porque sabemos que él es el mejor sin duda. Pero, no se como, ‘el amor’ se nos vá. Digamos, como que nos cansamos de estar siempre con la misma persona, y le buscamos hasta el más mínimo detalle (que no tiene), para provocar cualquier tipo de peleas entre nosotros, para que nos peliemos, o surja algo. ¿Acaso nosotras somos taradas? Que lo buscamos durante todo un enorme periodo de tiempo y ahora que lo tenemos lo dejamos ir ! Es insólito lo que hacemos, pero es cierto, y siempre nos pasa lo mismo. La respuesta es simple, nos gusta lo difícil, porque mientras más nos cuesta, más nos gusta y más lo queremos. Y cuando lo tenemos, que el pibe está totalmente entregado, ya nos cansamos, PERO NOS CANSAMOS DE QUE? SI FUE SIEMPRE LO QUE NOSOTRAS SOÑAMOS !, y por lo tanto lo dejamos ir. Hay algo que en nuestras cabeza falla, porque todavía no tenemos bien en claro lo que queremos. Pero es así, somos así, y si nos quieren, nos tienen que aceptar así. ¿Complicaciones? &lt;strong&gt;NO, MUJERES ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8121143899256517526?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8121143899256517526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/quien-nos-entiende-soamos-con-un-hombre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8121143899256517526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8121143899256517526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/quien-nos-entiende-soamos-con-un-hombre.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-1171097182449456224</id><published>2009-01-16T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:43:40.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXE3rKScP1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PHREUvNWGlQ/s1600-h/13-01-09_1605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292072251772649298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXE3rKScP1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PHREUvNWGlQ/s320/13-01-09_1605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921709485376733283-1171097182449456224?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/1171097182449456224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_5522.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1171097182449456224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/1171097182449456224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_5522.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXE3rKScP1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/PHREUvNWGlQ/s72-c/13-01-09_1605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5245627643582807609</id><published>2009-01-16T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:09:39.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXEvyMw2d6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2FzlGzwb6MU/s1600-h/20-12-08_1759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292063576603129762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXEvyMw2d6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2FzlGzwb6MU/s320/20-12-08_1759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXEvyFnGJKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/q3fj7OPMKHA/s1600-h/14-01-09_1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292063574683165858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXEvyFnGJKI/AAAAAAAAAKc/q3fj7OPMKHA/s320/14-01-09_1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/1921709485376733283-5245627643582807609?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5245627643582807609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5245627643582807609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5245627643582807609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXEvyMw2d6I/AAAAAAAAAKk/2FzlGzwb6MU/s72-c/20-12-08_1759.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4294177309659154126</id><published>2009-01-16T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T06:17:16.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXCW2wtak4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/pBY8-K-wdT0/s1600-h/Imagen+5352-crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291895429692822402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXCW2wtak4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/pBY8-K-wdT0/s320/Imagen+5352-crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;aaaaaaaaaai fruti , ya 15 ! cmo te amo a vos ee ajaja , que foto pedorra esa . pero las otras que tenemos de hace de miles de años sn mas feaaaaaaas ajaja , ai espero que la pasas de 1000 , te amo !&lt;/span&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/1921709485376733283-4294177309659154126?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4294177309659154126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaaaaaaai-fruti-ya-15-cmo-te-amo-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4294177309659154126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4294177309659154126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaaaaaaai-fruti-ya-15-cmo-te-amo-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SXCW2wtak4I/AAAAAAAAAKU/pBY8-K-wdT0/s72-c/Imagen+5352-crop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-193227950579855299</id><published>2009-01-15T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T06:09:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nunc&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; supe qe tenia un sueño, hasta qe ese sueño &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;fuiste tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-193227950579855299?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/193227950579855299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/nunc-supe-qe-tenia-un-sueo-hasta-qe-ese.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/193227950579855299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/193227950579855299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/nunc-supe-qe-tenia-un-sueo-hasta-qe-ese.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-9208482168061795859</id><published>2009-01-13T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T06:10:46.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWygyLihDSI/AAAAAAAAAKM/dw0vO_1wWBo/s1600-h/cats1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ya tenes 16 !, ya sos un viejos choto arre ajaja . te amo bldo , gracias por todo (bldeses nomas) ajja . no voi a escribir mucho eee , solo que te amo i que deseo un muuuuuuui feliz cumpleaños !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290780446204955938" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvpH0wVJcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oJSrjRuHXII/s320/cluub+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921709485376733283-6729349398257996780?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6729349398257996780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2954.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6729349398257996780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6729349398257996780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_2954.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvpH0wVJcI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/oJSrjRuHXII/s72-c/cluub+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6717952028117146867</id><published>2009-01-12T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:06:02.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvo27qndEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CpSx70CqtXs/s1600-h/1230728896644_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290578217703797826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvo27qndEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CpSx70CqtXs/s320/1230728896644_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921709485376733283-6717952028117146867?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6717952028117146867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_1693.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6717952028117146867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6717952028117146867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_1693.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvo27qndEI/AAAAAAAAAJw/CpSx70CqtXs/s72-c/1230728896644_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4046321124780943046</id><published>2009-01-12T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:05:04.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvosUY0T5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_HKbXQsRzc0/s1600-h/1230589082667_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290578035361468306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvosUY0T5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_HKbXQsRzc0/s320/1230589082667_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; sisi sos todo FRANCO , te amoo !&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/1921709485376733283-4046321124780943046?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4046321124780943046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisi-sos-todo-franco-te-amoo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4046321124780943046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4046321124780943046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisi-sos-todo-franco-te-amoo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvosUY0T5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/_HKbXQsRzc0/s72-c/1230589082667_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5542455395578483999</id><published>2009-01-12T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T17:03:51.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoU0S69hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TFTAVnKHQVs/s1600-h/1229382650388_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290577631609812498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoU0S69hI/AAAAAAAAAJg/TFTAVnKHQVs/s320/1229382650388_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoUotY4lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PFwZu8b1VQ0/s1600-h/1229287526508_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290577628499599954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoUotY4lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/PFwZu8b1VQ0/s320/1229287526508_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoUufc9FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2bfPc95EgBE/s1600-h/1216054276573_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290577630051759186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoUufc9FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2bfPc95EgBE/s320/1216054276573_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvoUeu6ZfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/clhAFer1-k8/s1600-h/1206321853_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290577625821636082" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvizg_9OJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qBqQ8cXhj1k/s320/1215311669804_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1921709485376733283-4464766684616522275?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4464766684616522275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4464766684616522275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4464766684616522275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWvizg_9OJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qBqQ8cXhj1k/s72-c/1215311669804_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-216215596745670936</id><published>2009-01-12T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T08:52:53.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No dejo de co&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ntar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;cada seg&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;do qe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-216215596745670936?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/216215596745670936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-dejo-de-co-ntar-cada-seg-un-do-qe-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/216215596745670936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/216215596745670936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-dejo-de-co-ntar-cada-seg-un-do-qe-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-3722595081326744790</id><published>2009-01-10T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T06:26:09.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWivTl9aDDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_aw4tNNqx0k/s1600-h/1215311669804_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289670513488694322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWivTl9aDDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_aw4tNNqx0k/s320/1215311669804_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo te amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-3722595081326744790?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/3722595081326744790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3722595081326744790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/3722595081326744790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te-amo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWivTl9aDDI/AAAAAAAAAIw/_aw4tNNqx0k/s72-c/1215311669804_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-4755340914405904120</id><published>2009-01-10T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:28:33.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWiictGWWUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oP_sjqxp9ac/s1600-h/2fdf3+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289656376372910402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWiictGWWUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oP_sjqxp9ac/s320/2fdf3+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Me tienes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;enamorada&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/1921709485376733283-4755340914405904120?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/4755340914405904120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-tienes-tan-enamorada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4755340914405904120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/4755340914405904120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/me-tienes-tan-enamorada.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWiictGWWUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/oP_sjqxp9ac/s72-c/2fdf3+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6371886479650187248</id><published>2009-01-10T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T05:25:00.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;mala suerte la mia de que un dia te encontre. &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/1921709485376733283-6371886479650187248?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6371886479650187248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/mala-suerte-la-mia-de-que-un-dia-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6371886479650187248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6371886479650187248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/mala-suerte-la-mia-de-que-un-dia-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2958046684821526681</id><published>2009-01-09T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:58:19.509-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWeCF7PL2BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F2q_O4TDZl0/s1600-h/IMAGEN+48203333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289339325682276370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWeCF7PL2BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F2q_O4TDZl0/s320/IMAGEN+48203333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Por que te amo de esta manera, por que me afecta tanto cada detalle de tu vida, por que significas tanto para mi, por que siento todo esto, por que te dedico este posteo, NO TENGO LA RESPUESTA A TODO ESTO, solo se que TODO ESTO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ES AMOR (?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1921709485376733283-2958046684821526681?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2958046684821526681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-que-te-amo-de-esta-manera-por-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2958046684821526681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2958046684821526681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-que-te-amo-de-esta-manera-por-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWeCF7PL2BI/AAAAAAAAAIg/F2q_O4TDZl0/s72-c/IMAGEN+48203333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8146670632829094271</id><published>2009-01-09T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:52:01.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un sueño es un deseo su corazón hace cuando su rápido dormido. En sueños usted soltará sus angustias; independemente de usted desea para usted guardan(mantienen). Tenga la fe en sus sueños y un día su arco iris vendrá riendo por. No importa como su corazón se apena, si usted sigue creyendo el sueño que usted desea se realizará. Un sueño es un deseo su corazón hace cuando you'r el sentimiento de pequeño... Solo por la noche usted susurra el pensamiento nadie puede aquí usted en absoluto. Usted despierta con la luz del sol de mañana para encontrar la fortuna, que ríe sobre usted. No deje a su corazón estar lleno del dolor, para todo que usted sabe(conoce) mañana el sueño que usted desea se realizará. Cuando usted puede soñar entonces que usted puede comenzar.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;sueño&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;es&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;deseo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;usted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&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/1921709485376733283-8146670632829094271?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8146670632829094271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-sueo-es-un-deseo-su-corazn-hace.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8146670632829094271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8146670632829094271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-sueo-es-un-deseo-su-corazn-hace.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-217802932861870601</id><published>2009-01-08T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:36:47.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo&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/1921709485376733283-217802932861870601?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/217802932861870601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-j-l-e-n-c-u-e-n-t-r-e-s-o-t-r-q-e-t-e.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/217802932861870601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/217802932861870601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-j-l-e-n-c-u-e-n-t-r-e-s-o-t-r-q-e-t-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2581627185692603269</id><published>2009-01-08T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T05:04:26.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siento que desde aquel momento que te vi, &lt;strong&gt;descifré que nunca serías para mí&lt;/strong&gt;, que tal vez &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conocerte fue mi error&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... o quizás el amor se equivocó. Y cada que &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pienso en tí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, se enciende mi corazón . Y nada es más triste que hoy hablar de ti. .. Siento que tú me cortas la respiración cada vez que te acercas sólo un poco a mí, que tal vez conocerte fue mi error.. . o quizás el amor se equivocó. Y cada que pienso en ti, se enciende mi corazón. Y nada es más triste que hoy hablar de ti. .. Pero esta historia tiene que parar. &lt;em&gt;No entiendo esto de verdad&lt;/em&gt;. No tiene caso esta situación porque esto es tan ilógico. Y cada que pienso en tí, se enciende mi corazónY. Y nada es más triste que hoy hablar de ti. .. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hablar de ti. ..&lt;/span&gt; hablar de ti. .. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hablar de ti. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; hablar de ti. ..&lt;/span&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/1921709485376733283-2581627185692603269?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2581627185692603269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/siento-que-desde-aquel-momento-que-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2581627185692603269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2581627185692603269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/siento-que-desde-aquel-momento-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6039000446191298114</id><published>2009-01-07T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:50:47.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para las que mandan mensajes a mitad de la noche. Para las que no se cansan de ser rechazadas y siguen intentando. Para aquellas que &lt;strong&gt;aun con el corazón roto&lt;/strong&gt; lo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;siguen queriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Para todas que aunque se arrepientan de haberle hablado por MSN porque no les contesto, lo siguen haciendo. Para aquellas que buscan &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cualquier excusa con tal de hablarle&lt;/span&gt;. Para vos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;que te conectas y desconectas para que te vea y te habl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Para nosotras &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;que cuando menos nos habla mas los buscamos&lt;/span&gt;. Para el famoso&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;'te juro que no le hablo nunca mas'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;. Porque &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;aunque esté de novio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, seguimos pensando que hay esperanzas. Para vos que todo te hace acordar a &lt;strong&gt;ÉL&lt;/strong&gt;. Para vos que decis 'no me gusta, lo odio' pero en el fondo &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;te re&lt;/span&gt; mueve el piso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESO ME PASA AMI , Y COMO BIEN BOLUDA QUE SOY TE SIGO AMANDO , SI A VOS FRANCO NAHUEL SCHNEEBELI TE SIGO AMANDO COMO EL PRIMER MOMENTO . SOS MI AMOR :S , TE AMO BOLUDO !&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/1921709485376733283-6039000446191298114?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6039000446191298114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-las-que-mandan-mensajes-mitad-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6039000446191298114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6039000446191298114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/para-las-que-mandan-mensajes-mitad-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-2225119158706962556</id><published>2009-01-07T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T08:43:15.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWTasAZI-vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gd5m_wvCBIQ/s1600-h/1229359818583_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288592311994350322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWTasAZI-vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gd5m_wvCBIQ/s320/1229359818583_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Te enamoras de alguien justamente del cuál no te tenes que enamorar, por la distancia, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por las diferencias de edades&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, o simplemente por que no le gustas. Y siempre te preguntas &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;¿Por qué de él me tuve que enamorar?&lt;/span&gt; ¿Por qué no pudo ser de alguien,que me quiera y poder ser feliz? &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;Por qué de vos&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Si sabía que eras imposible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.Es horrible cuando te enamoras de alguien, sin querer hacerlo por que sabes que es imposible y que en el futuro vas a terminar sufriendo. ¿Y por qué? ¿Por qué de ese amor nos venimos a enamorar? De ese amor en el cuál solamente es tuyo en sueños, y siempre esperas la hora de irte a dormir, para tenerlo.¿Cómo te gustaría poder besarlo, no? ¿Poder abrazarlo? Y que sea solamente tuyo. Como se sufre cuando se te presenta un amor imposible. Cuándo lo ves &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con otra chica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, y te moris de ganas por ser esa.Te moris &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cumplir tu sueño&lt;/span&gt;, y que ese amor imposible se vuelva algo real. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#6600cc;"&gt;m&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/1921709485376733283-2225119158706962556?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/2225119158706962556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-enamoras-de-alguien-justamente-del.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2225119158706962556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/2225119158706962556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-enamoras-de-alguien-justamente-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWTasAZI-vI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gd5m_wvCBIQ/s72-c/1229359818583_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-6673256791822130249</id><published>2009-01-06T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:32:56.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;Qué gracioso! ¿no?, qué gracioso es ver a las personas enamoradas, pero es más gracioso ver cuando se están enamorando, ayy, eso sí que es gracioso, hacen, disculpen, hacemos (porque alguna vez nos ha pasado), cosas tan estúpidas, pero graciosas al fin y al cabo.Todo comienza con exagerar las cosas, como que te miró cuando pasó por tu lado, cuando &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;en realidad estaba mirando a otra persona&lt;/span&gt;, o que te saludó por el simple hecho de que acostumbra saludar o porque te mandó un mensaje o un mail, ay, es tan gracioso ver como &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;por pequeñas cosas nos emocionamos tanto&lt;/span&gt;; así debería ser la vida ¿no?, emocionarnos &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;por las pequeñas cosas, tal vez así dejaríamos de quejarnos tanto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;y la vida sería más emocionante&lt;/span&gt;.Y luego, comienzas a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;inventar historias&lt;/span&gt; acerca de ustedes dos, les das vida, tal vez una que esté muy lejos de la verdad, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;te pones a pensar en el día en el que estarán juntos&lt;/span&gt; (cuando en realidad &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ni te mira&lt;/span&gt;), eso es muy gracioso, sí, y tierno a la vez hasta cae en lo cursi y estúpido, pero de qué es gracioso y nos arranca una sonrisa, lo hace.Y si pasas la etapa del “ilusionismo” y comienzan las “saliditas”, es gracioso cómo cuando salen, él te quiere invitar todo lo que tú quieras, y tú simplemente no tienes hambre, porque estás tan nerviosa que el alimentarse pasa a un segundo plano, lo peor es cuándo llegas a tu casa y te quieres comer todo el refrigerador. Ah!, y no olvidar cuando piensas que se te va a mandar, uno imagina y fantasea con el momento, hasta le pones fecha, y &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;cuando se supone debería ocurrir, no pasa&lt;/span&gt; nada, y quedas supeditada a otra salida más a &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;esperar el gran día&lt;/span&gt;. Sí que es gracioso, ¿y &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nos alegra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;la vida&lt;/span&gt; no?, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;al menos lo que dure&lt;/span&gt;. Deberíamos vivir como si estuviéramos enamorados todo el tiempo, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;es bueno recordar como se siente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;de vez en cuando,&lt;/span&gt; sobretodo en esos días en que nada te puede arrancar una sonrisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-6673256791822130249?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/6673256791822130249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/qu-gracioso-no-qu-gracioso-es-ver-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6673256791822130249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/6673256791822130249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/qu-gracioso-no-qu-gracioso-es-ver-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8456931259020804517</id><published>2009-01-06T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T06:12:02.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWNmFSU_wgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GhH83dHLU4M/s1600-h/1231207512972_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288182628468376066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWNmFSU_wgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GhH83dHLU4M/s320/1231207512972_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;HAY ESTOY SUPER SUPER FELIZZ !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;MI &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BESTA &lt;/span&gt;Y MI &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PETTU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;SE PUSISERON DE NOVIOS !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOS AMO MIS AMORES .&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;QUE ESTO DURE MUCHO , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ESTOY SIEMPRE COMO LO ESTUBE TODO ESTE TIEMPO&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; LOS AMO LOS AMO LOS AMO Y MUCHISIMAS SUERTE JUNTOS !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SON MUCHO !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;VIVA LOS NOVIOOOOS !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; AJAJA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8456931259020804517?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8456931259020804517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/hay-estoy-super-super-felizz-mi-besta-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8456931259020804517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8456931259020804517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/hay-estoy-super-super-felizz-mi-besta-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWNmFSU_wgI/AAAAAAAAAHw/GhH83dHLU4M/s72-c/1231207512972_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-8953492891292342388</id><published>2009-01-05T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:34:40.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Por que me odias tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me odias porque soy buena gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por que soy una chica normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me odias porque tengo alrededor gente que me quiere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? ¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Por eso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo creo que es por eso.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yo creo que no me bancas porque tengo y soy lo que vos nunca vas a tener ni vas a ser.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Yo creo que es tan feo sentirse solo que necesitas hacerme mal a mi porque eso te da alegría, ese momentito te hace feliz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pero escúchame bien.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vos podes hacer correr miles y miles de rumores, podrás hacer que me odien, podrás hacer que la gente que me quiere desconfié de mi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Pero nunca, nunca, nunca me vas a convertir en lo que vos sos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Un rumor, por más fuerte que sea, nunca es más fuerte que la verdad, y tarde o temprano sale a la luz&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Les podrán mentir a algunos por mucho tiempo, pero no a todos todo el tiempo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Porque a la larga o a la corta esa careta se cae.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yo tengo quien me abrace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;¿&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Y vos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Algunos te van a creer a vos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Otros a lo mejor me van a creer a mí, pero lo más lindo que tengo es la gente que me quiere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;¿Y vos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-8953492891292342388?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/8953492891292342388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-que-me-odias-tanto-por-que-me-odias.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8953492891292342388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/8953492891292342388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/por-que-me-odias-tanto-por-que-me-odias.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1921709485376733283.post-5401846294171102923</id><published>2009-01-05T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T06:28:19.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Canta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt; Grita.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Baila.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Salta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ríe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Llora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; Lucha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ama.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Siente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Besa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Camina.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Juega.&lt;/span&gt; Vive.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jamás dejes de vivir. Jamás te sientas derrotado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1921709485376733283-5401846294171102923?l=veluush.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/feeds/5401846294171102923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/canta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5401846294171102923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1921709485376733283/posts/default/5401846294171102923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veluush.blogspot.com/2009/01/canta.html' title=''/><author><name>Belén</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03005831910705849661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0OMOVRsUECc/SWP1ectGpNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/uETsRNzpR4A/S220/1229359818583_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
