<?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-3729437492968893920</id><updated>2012-02-17T16:19:53.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Stargazer...</title><subtitle type='html'>This is what i´m on about today...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link 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/&gt;mamma told me to keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;death can be cheated just one single time&lt;br /&gt;but she´ll be back soon enough to take you down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat all night by the river and moaned&lt;br /&gt;my soul has been stolen, i know it for sure&lt;br /&gt;i never heard a voice that filled me with love&lt;br /&gt;my heart has been broken, of that you can be sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat all night by the river and cried&lt;br /&gt;i cried and cried but i didn´t changed a thing&lt;br /&gt;then i walked and walked but i didn´t find relief&lt;br /&gt;i searched in the sky but there were the same stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat all night by the river and moaned&lt;br /&gt;i moaned for a love i know i will never find&lt;br /&gt;life ain´t easy but it ain´t hard &lt;br /&gt;love is what keeps everything in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat all night by the river and cried&lt;br /&gt;i sat all night by the river and moaned&lt;br /&gt;i cried and moaned but i didn´t changed a thing&lt;br /&gt;and i´m still walking but i haven´t find relief...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-3781290221377840590?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3781290221377840590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=3781290221377840590' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3781290221377840590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3781290221377840590'/><link rel='alternate' 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/&gt;"Yo podría ser el hombre con el que sueñas, el hombre que necesitas, el hombre que siempre has querido. Podría serlo todo o nada si tu me lo pidieras. Pero tu y yo sabemos, que en cuanto él te lo pida, me vas a hacer a un lado dejando trás de ti mi corazón destrozado. Discúlpame pero por más que quiera estar contigo, eso no me lo puedo permitir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besó su frente por última vez con todos los sentimientos atiborrados en los labios, para después darse media vuelta y desaparecer lentamente en la oscuridad de la media noche ante el silencio abismal que sus palabras habían dejado en la boca de su imposible amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2815395517200642381?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2815395517200642381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2815395517200642381' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2815395517200642381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2815395517200642381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2012/02/adios.html' title='Adiós'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2166635216768265734</id><published>2012-01-31T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:29:55.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Left Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh! She left me&lt;br /&gt;she left me right beside the road.&lt;br /&gt;She turned away her head and&lt;br /&gt;with my heart in her hands she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! She left me&lt;br /&gt;she took away everything but my pain.&lt;br /&gt;She had me on my knees and&lt;br /&gt;when the sun hit the ground she walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I should took care of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! I gave her my heart&lt;br /&gt;I should took care of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! She left me&lt;br /&gt;she left me and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I thought she loved me&lt;br /&gt;but she never really cared about this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! She left me&lt;br /&gt;she left me and never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I thought she loved me&lt;br /&gt;but she never really cared about this man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! What am I gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;I should took care of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! I gave her everything I had&lt;br /&gt;I should took care of my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should take care of my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and not give them away that easy.&lt;br /&gt;I will take care about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and never give them away that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! She never really loved me&lt;br /&gt;and she took my heart away&lt;br /&gt;But I will take care about my feelings&lt;br /&gt;and I will never give them away again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2166635216768265734?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2166635216768265734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2166635216768265734' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2166635216768265734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2166635216768265734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2012/01/she-left-me.html' title='She Left Me'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2118065651004191898</id><published>2012-01-28T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:31:00.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mis Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"El día que sea, a la hora que sea"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Las palabras que dices y las palabras que callas cuando estás conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;La luz que me envuelve cada que se posa sobre mi tu tierna mirada.&lt;br /&gt;La hermosa sonrisa que esbozan tus labios se roba mis suspiros.&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que busco en el viento y no encuentro cuando estoy contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El aroma del cielo suspendido en el tiempo e impregnado a tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;El dulce estruendo de un millón de truenos cuando escucho tu voz. &lt;br /&gt;La belleza de tus ojos que acelera el nervioso palpitar de un corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que busco en silencio y no encuentro cuando estoy contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es que te extrañe, es que empieza a dolerme la ausencia de tu aroma.&lt;br /&gt;No es que te recuerde, es que no he podido dejar un instante de pensarte.&lt;br /&gt;No es un momento que se ha vuelto eterno, es un eterno supiro.&lt;br /&gt;No es un sentimiento etéreo, es la vida que pasa cuando no estoy contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2118065651004191898?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2118065651004191898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2118065651004191898' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2118065651004191898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2118065651004191898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2012/01/mis-palabras.html' title='Mis Palabras'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4661276459741926545</id><published>2012-01-22T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T09:06:58.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Met A Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord! I met a woman&lt;br /&gt;but you know it better than me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! You know i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;and she´s gonna be the end of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time she looks at my eyes&lt;br /&gt;she tears all my temples down&lt;br /&gt;Every time she looks at my eyes&lt;br /&gt;yes i know she will break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;and i don´t know what she did to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! you know i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;and i feel i love her more than everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time she looks at my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i can see her breaking my heart&lt;br /&gt;And every time she looks at my eyes&lt;br /&gt;she owns me, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;the woman of my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;the end of my love and life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;you know it better than me&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! i met a woman&lt;br /&gt;and she´ll be the end of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4661276459741926545?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4661276459741926545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4661276459741926545' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4661276459741926545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4661276459741926545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-met-woman.html' title='I Met A Woman'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5076195461098509699</id><published>2012-01-02T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:30:18.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Don't Leave Me On My Own</title><content type='html'>And if i tell you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that i just don`t want to stay&lt;br /&gt;please don`t leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to feel this way again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i ask you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to hold my hand until the night&lt;br /&gt;please don`t leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;hold me until the second i die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i beg you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;to forgive me for all i`ve done&lt;br /&gt;please don`t leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to fly alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;faster than we thought&lt;br /&gt;hold me to your chest&lt;br /&gt;hold me until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow is today&lt;br /&gt;don`t leave me on my own&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to cry for you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i talk to you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;like i did it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;please forgive  me my love&lt;br /&gt;i don`t want to feel this way again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if i cry for you tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;like i did it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;from yesterday comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;and i`ll lay right beside your grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Own'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7861647693560203482</id><published>2011-11-01T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T17:48:21.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues: The Day That I Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some say that sadness is the awareness of reality&lt;br /&gt;and i won´t feel happy until the day that i die.&lt;br /&gt;I told my baby  ¨you make me a happy man¨&lt;br /&gt;but i won´t be happy until the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream of her when i´m down and when i´m not&lt;br /&gt;i don´t know if she´ll come tomorow o if she won´t.&lt;br /&gt;I told my baby ¨happiness is a loaded gun¨&lt;br /&gt;and i won´t be happy until the day i´m gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know she´ll use a candle to light my guiding star&lt;br /&gt;i know she´ll became the silence to be where i am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my beautiful! you know exactly what i feel&lt;br /&gt;and i won´t feel happy until the day you conquer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love will turn into life and life will turn into dust&lt;br /&gt;don´t feel sorry if tomorrow never comes.&lt;br /&gt;I told my baby ¨a tear fallin´ down never lies¨ &lt;br /&gt;and i won´t stop cryin´ until the day i die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my baby ¨darlin´you know i love you so¨&lt;br /&gt;but i won´t be happy until the day i´m gone.&lt;br /&gt;I told my baby ¨i´m down all the time¨&lt;br /&gt;and i won´t  be happy until the day i die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Die'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1521528476224637049</id><published>2011-10-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:09:21.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Let her talk to you&lt;br /&gt;every day and every night&lt;br /&gt;Let her whisper at your ear&lt;br /&gt;listen to her words carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her lay right in front of you&lt;br /&gt;embrace her, she´s everything for you&lt;br /&gt;Let her guide you through every road&lt;br /&gt;take her hand and never let her go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her give you joy and a beautiful smile&lt;br /&gt;she will teach you what hope and love are&lt;br /&gt;Let her take you though the bad times&lt;br /&gt;she will teach you to stand up and fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her tell you how to look back &lt;br /&gt;how to forgive and forget if you get hurt&lt;br /&gt;Let her tell you who you really are&lt;br /&gt;how to walk with your head up high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let her give you what you need&lt;br /&gt;let her talk to you softly&lt;br /&gt;Let her live you all the time&lt;br /&gt;live her with everything you have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1521528476224637049?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1521528476224637049/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-9184235274743551498</id><published>2011-10-04T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T11:32:27.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Alone in her sad black eyes&lt;br /&gt;a fire is burning slowly&lt;br /&gt;she said "my time is gone"&lt;br /&gt;as she walked in loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in the ashes of her smile&lt;br /&gt;a feeling is dying slowly&lt;br /&gt;she said "i´ve lost my soul&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i´m drowning"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, always on her mind&lt;br /&gt;a fading light that barely shines&lt;br /&gt;"help me to find my way back,&lt;br /&gt;help me to get back from this darkness"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in her white arms&lt;br /&gt;a memory is fading slowly&lt;br /&gt;"it´s hard to forget something&lt;br /&gt;when you remember it with the heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone in her cracked lips&lt;br /&gt;a kiss is withering slowly&lt;br /&gt;"i have the life i ever wanted&lt;br /&gt;but not with the person i ever wanted"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, always in her mind&lt;br /&gt;a light that shines so far away&lt;br /&gt;"what is worse in life than living it&lt;br /&gt;without the one you love the most?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-9184235274743551498?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9184235274743551498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7522836312465534863</id><published>2011-09-20T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T10:06:40.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida y el Tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hoy no habrá ninguna reflexión objetiva acerca del paso de los años. La gente madura y evoluciona conforme pasa el tiempo, algunos más que otros y otros menos que los demás. Eso no se discute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces, volteamos hacia atrás y nos damos cuenta que hemos aprendido demasiadas cosas, aunque parezca que solo hemos avanzado un poco en nuestro camino. Aunque a veces, también, no queramos verlo de ésta manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo por mi parte, agradezco a cada una de las personas de las cuales he aprendido algo, bueno o malo. A las personas que me han sorprendido y a las que me han decepcionado. A las personas que he leído y a las que he escuchado. A las personas que viven en un eterno recuerdo y a las que ya me han olvidado. A las personas que me han dejado ayudarlas en la medida de mis posibilidades y a las que me han tendido la mano. A las personas que he, y que me han amado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay mas tiempo que vida, pero la vida, es todo el tiempo que tenemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es la vida, un constante aprendizaje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es la vida, un sentimiento eterno de agradecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso es la vida, el casi imperceptible paso del tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7522836312465534863?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7522836312465534863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7522836312465534863' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Sofía creía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;detener el tiempo y no mirar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Cerraba los ojos y miraba el sol&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco empezaba a sentir su calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía decía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;nadie le creía excepto el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Extendía sus alas, se empezaba a elevar&lt;br /&gt;Y Sofia, mi vida, empezaba a brillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía decía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;y quedarse suspendida en la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;¿Que es el tiempo? pensaba en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué se mide en horas y no en momentos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía decía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;desde arriba le gustaba ver la vida pasar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es el odio, qué es el amor?&lt;br /&gt;errores de cálculo en la creación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía creía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;e iluminar en la noche el pobre mar.&lt;br /&gt;La gente decía que no hacía mas que mentir&lt;br /&gt;mi vida, Sofía, flotaba en la noche sobre mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofía decía que podía volar&lt;br /&gt;detener el tiempo y no mirar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Sofía, mi vida, se suspendía en la eternidad&lt;br /&gt;me iluminaba en la noche, iluminaba el pobre mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8804564610854349199?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8804564610854349199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8804564610854349199' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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walked every morning through my window&lt;br /&gt;bringing me the bright new light of a day that was already gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the birds singing the song that used to sing my love&lt;br /&gt;so many days before today, when we used to live behind the same door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now i can´t feel alive cause my baby has gone far away too long&lt;br /&gt;my love flew away and she won´t come back in the night like she did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we used to laugh for hours underneath the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;talking between smiles about growing old in a big house together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her scent fullfilling my heart every single night&lt;br /&gt;right before i closed my eyes and dream between my baby´s arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel lost in this foreing sky and i got nowhere else to roam&lt;br /&gt;my love has flown away and i´m still shedding all this tears to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my baby´s eyes when i look at the sky, when i look at the sun&lt;br /&gt;i remember my baby´s voice when it is raining outside, when the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the time i feel down, all the time i feel empty and i feel alone&lt;br /&gt;now all i got is this blues that i sing in the loving memory of my baby &lt;br /&gt;that has gone for the rest of this life and far away too long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1703237138929036755?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1703237138929036755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Irme, dejarlo todo, volver, quererte, esperarte. Pero ahora ya no lo pienso, lo sé. Todos los días pienso en dejarte atrás, trato de convencerme de que no eres ni lo mejor ni lo único para mi, trato de no pensar en lo que puede ser, bien dicen que no hay peor sufrimiento que anhelar lo que no tenemos, por eso no lo hago ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada día avanzo un poco mas, me cuesta trabajo el dejar de pensar en ti un poco conforme pasan los días, hasta que llega un momento donde te recuerdo y siento que no te necesito, no que no te quiera sino que simplemente te quiero pero no te necesito para ser un poco mas feliz, o mejor dicho un poco feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero entonces tu voz aparece, tus ojos aparecen, tus labios aparecen y todo lo que había logrado se viene abajo de golpe. Todo lo ganado lo pierdo cuando me miras y sonríes, cuando me provocas con tu boca cuando acaricias mi cara, cuando después de hacerme creer que estarás a mi lado me dices sin remordimiento alguno que siga con mi vida, que soy la persona indicada para ti pero que tu no lo eres para mi, que no es nuestro tiempo, todo se derrumba cuando me cambias por alguien mas, cuando me dejas así.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entonces todo regresa a la normalidad, todo vuelve a ser tal y como era desde el principio, yo regreso a un estado que se esta volviendo común para mi. La espera. La espera que se esta haciendo costumbre, que ya es parte de mi. La espera que me hace pensar que no me quieres tener, pero no me quieres perder. La espera que me dice que me quieres solo cuando me necesitas, que me quieres solo para no sentir soledad, para sentir menos dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el tiempo pasa, mejor dicho ha pasado, empiezo a perder la esperanza de mirarte y de que me mires solo a mi, empiezo a alejarme de tu aroma a no dejar que tu voz llegue a mí. Te quiero, lo he hecho todo este tiempo y no lo dejare de hacer y seguiré anhelando por siempre el día en que me digas que soy para ti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy, no para hacerte daño, sino para que ya no me lo hagas a mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2000625106911467508?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2000625106911467508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2000625106911467508' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2000625106911467508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2000625106911467508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2011/08/lo-que-viene-de-madrugada-cuando-te.html' title='Lo Que Viene De Madrugada Cuando Te Recuerdo'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2242565089782326261</id><published>2011-08-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T21:14:41.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Fell From The Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;She fell from the sky and cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;she never knew she could fly until she hit the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had in her hands dust from the moon&lt;br /&gt;she had in her eyes the eyes of the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell from the sky and cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;she thought every night she was breathing the cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had in her hair the scent of the sky&lt;br /&gt;she had in her lips the shine of the lightnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell from the sky and cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;she hipnotized me with her crystal tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had in her face the beauty of the stars&lt;br /&gt;she had in her voice the silence of the midnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell from the sky and cried all night long&lt;br /&gt;she learned to land and understood the meaning of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me the heart of the sky in her touch&lt;br /&gt;she gave me the soul of the night in her love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she comes down in the night and holds me in her wings&lt;br /&gt;she knows my love will always lay in her eyes and skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she comes down in the night and takes me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;she takes me above the sea in the night and she makes me believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she comes down in the night and we lay down for hours&lt;br /&gt;we both learned to love what we are when we look into each others eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2242565089782326261?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2242565089782326261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6547111890157690481</id><published>2011-08-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T12:57:43.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En La Soledad De Mis Noches</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;En las noches te recuerdo, como si acabara de besarte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches me encuentro respirando tu aroma, escuchando tus palabras, viviendo tus sentimientos, recorriendo tu cuerpo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches te siento a mi lado aunque vivas en otros brazos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches me doy cuenta que yo no soy el dueño de tus caricias ni de tus besos, que aunque el tiempo siga corriendo y tu sigas tan inalcanzable como el cielo, en la soledad de mis noches, tengo la certeza de que a su lado, aunque sea un solo momento, yo soy el dueño de tus pensamientos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6547111890157690481?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6547111890157690481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6547111890157690481' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6547111890157690481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6547111890157690481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Where is the sea&lt;br /&gt;when there is no night?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sky&lt;br /&gt;when you are not around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from the tears&lt;br /&gt;there is your smile&lt;br /&gt;far from the greed&lt;br /&gt;there is your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from loneliness&lt;br /&gt;you are all mine&lt;br /&gt;far from the world&lt;br /&gt;only you by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2751498329592876343?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2751498329592876343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2751498329592876343' title='0 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Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Baby baby i´ve already sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;baby baby i can´t give you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby i´ve already sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;baby baby i wish i could give you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has already sent his hellhounds for me&lt;br /&gt;he has already sent his hellhounds for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby won´t you cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;baby baby won´t you cry for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear him callin´ my name&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord! it´s time for me to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos´ I sold my worthless soul&lt;br /&gt;At the cross road years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the time to pay has come&lt;br /&gt;hell is wating for me to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby i´ve already sold my soul&lt;br /&gt;baby baby i can´t give you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby there´s no tomorrow for me&lt;br /&gt;baby baby would you cry for me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8687228686165600448?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8687228686165600448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8687228686165600448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8687228686165600448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8687228686165600448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2011/06/sold-soul-blues.html' title='Sold Soul Blues'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5346968198014840948</id><published>2011-06-05T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T11:27:46.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Me in the Shades</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Started more than a year ago and finished today.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me in the shades&lt;br /&gt;where the light leaves no trace&lt;br /&gt;the sun brings me a heart ache&lt;br /&gt;i don´t like to feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried some tears to forget&lt;br /&gt;but it was impossible again&lt;br /&gt;i can´t forget the sun rain&lt;br /&gt;please love me in the shades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me in the shades&lt;br /&gt;walk with me until the night ends&lt;br /&gt;underneath the black sky in the rain&lt;br /&gt;where the sun leaves no trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please love me in the the shades&lt;br /&gt;where i can hide my shame&lt;br /&gt;where i can´t feel the blame&lt;br /&gt;where i can love you without regrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me in this day´s night&lt;br /&gt;hold my hand and fill the air&lt;br /&gt;please love me in the shades&lt;br /&gt;where the light leaves no painful trace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-5346968198014840948?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4619668204736877508</id><published>2011-05-25T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:34:05.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cast Away (Fading Away)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to live my exile in the night&lt;br /&gt;I am a refugee underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;I like to walk across and all over the seas&lt;br /&gt;I like to be a cast away inside my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly everything falls down&lt;br /&gt;If i can´t hold your hand anymore&lt;br /&gt;I feel i´m little less alive everyday&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i´m slowly fading away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep my thoughts under the silence&lt;br /&gt;I like creating stories of tears and happiness&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk alone when the wind is blowing&lt;br /&gt;I like to sit down the pouring rain in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to love you this much&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before i heard your voice&lt;br /&gt;Love sometimes is not a choice&lt;br /&gt;Love sometimes is not what we´re waiting for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everything falls down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;When you say you happiness isn´t by my side&lt;br /&gt;I feel i´m little less alive everyday&lt;br /&gt;I feel that i´m slowly fading away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4619668204736877508?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4619668204736877508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4619668204736877508' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4619668204736877508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4619668204736877508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2011/05/cast-away-fading-away.html' title='Cast Away (Fading Away)'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2758730715956994533</id><published>2011-05-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:37:11.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sábanas Rojas</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"...Aún así, ella desea con tanta fuerza esas manos que hacen estremecer su cuerpo, que todas las noches las sigue esperando en la oscuridad, para poder volver a tener la fortuna de vivir, aunque sea una sola vez, sus sábanas rojas..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente llegó el día. Lo había visto venir desde hace ya años. Y hoy, por fin, había llegado. Sacó de una caja de plástico roja con blanco algunos recuerdos, pero en especial una carta que ella le había escrito años atrás, y que por supuesto había leido en aquellos ayeres, pero que hoy, que el día había llegado, leería una vez más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observó la carta, un poco arrugada y manchada por el inevitables paso de los años, como tratando de recordar las palabras exactas que ahí estaban escritas, cuando en realidad solo huía unos instantes más del dolor que sabía que habrían de provocarle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prendió un cigarro y desdobló aquella carta lenta y cuidadosamente, temeroso de lo que pudieran llegar a ocasionarle a su corazón aquellas palabras que, tal vez el día de hoy, ya no tuvieran el mismo sentimiento que alguna vez les impregnó la persona que la escribió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún así continuó resignado y empezó a leer la carta con el mismo cuidado y la misma parsimonia con la que se lleva a cabo un via crucis en un claustro. "Debo confesarte que aún sigo pensando mucho en ti..." empezaba la carta, "...no hay razón siquiera para darle vida a alguna esperanza de estar contigo porque tu ya no sientes nada por mi." terminaba el primer párrafo. Éstas últimas palabras fuerón una pinza que le oprimió el corazón, mas que nada porque, él, en su absurda y extraordinaria estupidez, había infringido dolor en la persona que más amaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco fué recorriendo con sus ojos aquella carta, leyendo una y otra vez cada uno de los párrafos llenos de dolor por el amor que se le escapaba de las manos a la persona que la había escrito, a ella. "Todavía recuerdo el día que me dijiste que nada te iba a dar mas gusto que yo pudiera escucharte de nuevo y que siempre estarías ahí, disponible para mi..." decía éste parrafo y continuaba "...pero pues hay algunas palabras y frases que para los que las leen o escuchan quedan impregnadas en el alma y para los que las dicen o escriben simplemente se las lleva el olvido". Respiro profundamente, las piernas le temblaron y su cuerpo se estremeció,¿Cómo perdonas a alguien que, amando tu tanto, te da la espalda y te hiere en lo mas profundo de tu ser? pensó. Tal vez el castigo estaba en perder a esa persona para siempre, en saber que ya no te necesita y peor aún en saber que su felicidad ya no es la tuya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La carta terminaba "Hoy siento que he muerto y quedado sin sentido". El dolor fue amargo, y profundo, como cuando tienes la certeza de haberte convertido en álguien que siempre repudiaste y que no volverás a ser quien eras jamás. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de leer dicha carta una y otra vez, cerró los ojos por unos instantes mientras las lágrimas corrían por sus mejillas. Todas y cada una de las palabras torturaban su alma y su corazón, todas y cada una de las palabras lo hacían sentir miserable, después de todos éstos años comprendió lo equivocado que siempre estuvo, comprendió que el tiempo no tiene piedad y que el mismo tiempo, mientras a ella la alejaba cada día un poco más de su lado, a él le había hecho mantener muy tenue esa llama prendida en su corazón, y hoy era el día de darse cuenta que esa llama ahí seguía, de sentirla crecer, de flagelarse por no haberle hecho caso cuando podía, de arrepentirse por haberse dejado envolver en la oscuridad de unas alas incapaces de sentir amor,y peór aún sin poder tener redención. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy era el día para entender que el hubiera, como una realidad no existe, pero que ese mismo hubiera como una mera suposición existe solo para hacernos sentir todavía mas dolor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2758730715956994533?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2758730715956994533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2758730715956994533' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2758730715956994533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2758730715956994533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabanas-rojas.html' title='Sábanas Rojas'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1921363082223471643</id><published>2011-04-07T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:45:58.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Welcome to my night &lt;br /&gt;right in front of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;look at me with your stars&lt;br /&gt;we´ll get closer later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen what i have to say &lt;br /&gt;even if you think is nonsense&lt;br /&gt;smile at me in the dark&lt;br /&gt;we´ll get closer later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me through the streets&lt;br /&gt;talk to me without seeing me&lt;br /&gt;wait for my lips some more time &lt;br /&gt;we´ll get closer later tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive me wherever you want&lt;br /&gt;time with you simply seems to fly&lt;br /&gt;let´s hide from the street lights&lt;br /&gt;we´ll get closer and closer tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closer tonight i´ll kiss you one more time. &lt;br /&gt;Closer tonight i´ll hear you beating heart. &lt;br /&gt;Closer tonight you´ll feel my lips touching you. &lt;br /&gt;Closer tonight your´ll be seduced by the moon... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1921363082223471643?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1921363082223471643/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2339598812101869423</id><published>2011-03-24T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T13:39:59.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Noche del Cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ¿Qué sería de la noche si no estuvieras tu para iluminarla?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tus pasos en la noche de mis anhelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me atrapan, me devuelven el sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como si esperarte fuera una obra de arte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como si no te esperara de hace mucho tiempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tus labios en la noche de mis deseos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me castigan cuando no recorren mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando no veo el momento de morderlos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuando no dejan escapar tan esperado aliento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu piel en la noche de mis delirios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me prende cuando suda en mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me eleva cuando me impregNa tu esencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me alivia cuando la siento tan cerca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu en mis noches enteras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a veces nítida, a veces etérea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya dejemos de hablar de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es hora de empezar a hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2339598812101869423?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2339598812101869423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5009327669217198773</id><published>2011-02-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:52:47.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You In My World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you in a foggy morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want you in my melodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every time i think i´m falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i turn my eyes and you are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you even if it´s snowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life with you is a different story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t care if you are smoking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you are more than everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m so happy when you are laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you make my world a little more shiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on and on my head still spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when i listen to your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dream you even when i´m thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think you even when i´m dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i live happy and i wake up smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i believe i love you more than everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-5009327669217198773?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5009327669217198773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=5009327669217198773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/5009327669217198773'/><link rel='self' 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in red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she´s all i´ve been waiting for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lays alone, alone in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;into the fog of the silent night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she has become what i adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lays alone, alone in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;between my eyes and the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she´s over the seas in the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lays alone, alone in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;away from the dark and pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she´s free lo light up the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lays alone, alone in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;staring and smiling at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as i walk through the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She lays alone, alone in the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;suspended in all my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she´s all i´ve been waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Alone'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8448157452771474928</id><published>2011-02-17T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T20:39:51.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Mar de Jacarandas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La luna de invierno que brilla a la mitad del cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ilumina mi eternidad sobre un mar de jacarandas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mis pensamientos que vienen y van en silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;entre el olvido y el recuerdo de mi alma varada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La noche estrellada que agudiza tus sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te envuelve e hipnotiza con su profunda mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;con su aroma te seduce mientas te roba un suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ese beso que tanto imaginaste se volverá realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Palabras que flotan en la inmensidad de las olas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cualquier día de mi vida dejó de ser el ahora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una eternidad sobre un mar de jacarandas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;un castillo en la lluvia inundado de soledad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8448157452771474928?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8448157452771474928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8448157452771474928' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8448157452771474928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8448157452771474928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2011/02/un-mar-de-jacarandas.html' title='Un Mar de Jacarandas'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5741548482567833144</id><published>2011-02-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:29:51.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I thought i lefted all behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tonight i know it still inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel alone, i´m full of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tonight i hope this isn´t real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know there´s no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel cold and all out of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tonight i feel that i´m not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tonight i just want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where is the moon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are the stars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where is my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in this endless night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are your arms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are your lips?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are the words of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you used to whisper in my ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss you my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where are you tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Saudade'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-661254605196998420</id><published>2011-02-04T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T09:23:09.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordé</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te vi en otra persona&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un solo momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y te recordé como eres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te recordé lejos de mi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un solo momento añoré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la vida que no tengo junto a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y solo ese momento volví a sentir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que mi corazón aún late por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.st.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Recordé'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2223010818352139524</id><published>2010-12-07T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T08:30:16.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Down Far Away From The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can hear her heart beating&lt;br /&gt;i can feel the rain pouring down&lt;br /&gt;it´s so sad to watch her going away&lt;br /&gt;it´s so hard to love without her eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so beautiful to dream&lt;br /&gt;she was my everything to breathe&lt;br /&gt;wait! just one second more&lt;br /&gt;i know i can´t change her world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her voice in the waves&lt;br /&gt;i can love her every single day&lt;br /&gt;it´s so sad to see her fly away&lt;br /&gt;it´s so hard to slowly fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was so beautiful to dream&lt;br /&gt;she was my everything to breathe&lt;br /&gt;wait! just one second more&lt;br /&gt;i know she will never return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m fading away, fading away&lt;br /&gt;falling down far from the rain&lt;br /&gt;fading away, I´m fading away&lt;br /&gt;falling down far away from the rain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2223010818352139524?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2223010818352139524/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8396900105049582537</id><published>2010-10-31T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:20:02.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Funeral (semana mortuoria 03: 2 con un poco de 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estuve ahí, no sé como describir ese sentimiento. Por alguna razón la letra de una de mis canciones preferidas sonaba en mi cabeza &lt;em&gt;"what say you now? the door is opening on your vigil, and i´m in my usual way..." &lt;/em&gt;mientras observaba a la gente caminar y se detenerse algunos segundos frente a aquel ataud negro. No solamente me sentía cansado y sumamente triste, había algo mas que me oprimía el pecho y la garganta. Yo estaba sentado, a unos metros de ese ataud, justo frente a él, traía puesto un traje negro, camisa blanca y corbata negra, claro está que el boton de la garganta lo tenía desabrochado ya que el calor que sentía empezaba a volverse insoportable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Del otro lado del ataud, las mujeres mas importantes de mi vida lloraban desconsoladas, aunque en silencio, yo me quedé donde estaba, sabía perfectamente que no había absolutamente nada que pudiera decirles que alivianara un poco es dolor que llenaba de peso sus corazones, sería algo inutil y tal vez hasta contraproducente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Despues de unos momentos, algo inusual sucedió. Yo no suelo ir a velorios o funerales, siento que mi presencia es inutil, aunque ésto no quiere decir que no haya ido a mas de uno en mi vida. He ido a los suficientes como para saber que no se usa llevar tulipanes a los funerales, y mucho menos llevar una corona de tulipanes color rojo. Pero aunque yo no lo creía alguien llevó una corona de tulipanes rojos, con una pequeña leyenda al centro que decia &lt;em&gt;"Live forever" &lt;/em&gt;y justo debajo&lt;em&gt; "te amaré por siempre", &lt;/em&gt;lo cual me entristeció todavía mas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mis hermanos, estaban en un rincón de aquella sórdida y sombría habitación donde se llevaba acabo aquel sofocante funeral, estaban riendo sin querer reir y llorando por dentro, también en silencio. Mi papá estaba sentado a tres sillas de mi, solo también, con la mirada perdida, absorto en sus pensamientos, bien dice otra canción &lt;em&gt;"every awful word you ever said is written in your ears when you miss sombody&lt;/em&gt;", y en las suyas estaban todas aquellas palabras que había dicho sólo por herir, aunque sin sentimiento verdadero.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Poco a poco, empecé a sentirme peor. Fuera lo que fuera ésto que me oprimía el pecho y la garganta se estaba volviendo más pesado. Me quité la corbata, ya no la soportaba mas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mi mamá me veía sin verme, sus ojos estaban clavados en los míos aunque parecía no saberlo. Luego parpadeo y volteó a ver a mis hermanos, después a mi papá y las lágrimas volvieron a brotar de sus ojos y a recorrer su cara. Después volteó hacia el ataud negro, quitó un tulipan de la extraña corona que había sido acomodada detrás de la cabecera del ataud y lo colocó dentro de él, no ví donde exactamente pero por la ubicación supuse que había sido en el pecho de la persona que yacía ahí.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escuché de una persona que entró en la habitación, que estaba listo el crematorio, que era cuestión de minutos para que vinieran por el ataud. Mis papás y mis hermanos salieron un momento, yo me quedé ahí. &lt;em&gt;"Lately did you ever feel the pain in the morning rain as it soaks you to the bone?"&lt;/em&gt; era curioso, también era una mañana lluviosa y el ruido de la lluvia que caía golpeando el techo mi trajo a la mente ésta otra canción, junto con la imperiosa necesidad de escuchar de nuevo ése solo de guitarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quise ver dentro del ataud antes de que se lo llevaran, así que me levanté con la corbata en la mano y me dirigí lentamente hacía el ataud, antes de llegar a él vacilé un poco porqué no me gusta ver a los difuntos dentro de sus ataudes, ya que se vuelve prácticamente imposible para mi olvidar esa imagen y recordarlos de otra manera, pero aún así, lo hice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Llegue al ataud y me detuve a un costado de él, primero observé con detenimiento la corona de tulipanes rojos...Live Forever... pensé, es demasiada coincidencia... mi canción favorita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cuando lo ví, mi corazón practicamente se detuvo. Era yo. Yo estaba dentro de ese ataud. Eran tulipanes rojos para mi, era mi canción favorita &lt;em&gt;"live forever". &lt;/em&gt;Era yo el que estaba solo sentado frente a mi ataud negro, presente en mi propio funeral. Era mi muerte la que me provocaba ese sentimiento que oprimía el pecho y la garganta. Era a mi a quien iban a cremar en cuestión de segundos. Era yo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Volví a sentarme en donde estaba sentado, completamente desconcertado y confundido. Una mujer que había visto en sueños y que ya en alguna otra ocasión había descrito, se sentó junto a mi, me tardé en reconocerla pero logre hacerlo antes de que ella me dijera quien era. Me sonrió y después de algunos segundos me dijo "ya habías descrito nustro encuentro, pero jamás habías descrito lo que pasó después, bueno, esto es lo que pasa después" mientras posaba su mano en mi nuca. Era dulce, delicada y sumamente bella, incluso mas de lo que habría podido describir cualquier día de mi vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Ven" me dijo mientras me tomaba de la mano al mismo tiempo que levantaban mi ataud y me llevó detras de él hasta el crematorio. Cuando metieron el ataud al fuego, ella me abrazó y murmuró a mi oido "ha llegado la hora mi vida, pronto todo habrá terminado", miré por ultima vez a todos a mi alrededor y lloré, no por arrepentimiento sino por tristeza... y mientras el fuego me consumía ella y yo nos desvanecíamos en silencio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.st.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8396900105049582537?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8396900105049582537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8396900105049582537' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8396900105049582537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8396900105049582537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/10/un-funeral.html' title='Un Funeral (semana mortuoria 03: 2 con un poco de 1)'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5459085923244131467</id><published>2010-09-06T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:13:41.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Manera de Fuego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayer quise pensarte y no pude hacerlo. Más que triste fue frustrante. La lluvia me gritó tu nombre desde que desperté hasta que prácticamente me dormí y, aún así, no pude. No sé que pasó, es mas, no sé todavía que es lo que pasa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No puedo verte claramente, trato de ver tus ojos y veo las estrellas, trato de ver tu rostro y veo la luna, trato de verte completa y todo lo que veo es fuego. A veces rojo, a veces amarillo, a veces anaranjado, pero siempre fuego. A veces hay ceniza debajo de tus pies, a veces no. A veces el fuego es fuego de redención, a veces es violento, a veces es pasión, a veces creo que es nueva vida y a veces creo que esta por desvanecerse, pero siempre lo que veo es fuego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quiero pensarte, todavía. La imagen se desvanece y todo se vuelve oscuro. Solo quedan cenizas, cenizas que te devulven la vida. Cenizas que te levantan con un tórrido estruendo al cielo. Cenizas que reviven tu hermoso y rojo fuego. Cenizas que te traen a mi, a mi mente, a mi corazón. Cenizas que se llevan lejos el dolor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayer traté de verte, hoy lo sigo haciendo y no pudo lograrlo. Solo puedo ver tu esencia a manera de fuego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-5459085923244131467?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5459085923244131467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=5459085923244131467' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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is easy of that i´m sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am the world and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am the light that shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am more than anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everybody lies when they speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are all blind and wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my words are just the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t care if they like it or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am unique, i am all love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you instead, you are a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can´t understand them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am right and they are wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They don´t understand this is my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this is my sky, to me they are all dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t like what they say i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;super stupid they cry and cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Stupid'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6942670505307355884</id><published>2010-07-24T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:39:41.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Tiempo Sin Ti (Noches Como La De Hoy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El tiempo sin ti es inclemente, insufrible, tortuoso. Ésta noche en especial, lo ha sido de sobremanera, porqué sé que sientes lo mismo, porqué desde aquí puedo sentir lo que sientes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoy te extraño mas que siempre, es raro, lo sé, pero así es. Quisiera tenerte aquí a mi lado, quisiera dormirte entre mis brazos, quisiera quitarme de encima todos estos años. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cierro los ojos y te veo, y percibo tu aroma como si te hubiera visto ayer y no hace años. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noches como la de hoy quisiera poder pasar a tu lado del puente y bailar contigo, verte a los ojos y decirte lo feliz que podría ser a tu lado, noches como hoy quisiera poder tocar tu cara y besarte, quisiera poder encerrarme contigo en tu cama, acompañarte en tus sueños y mirarte despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noches como la de hoy quisiera poder disfrutar de éste café a tu lado, y hacer de ésta noche fría y lluviosa, una noche cálida y apasionada, noches como la de hoy quisiera escuchar de tus labios lo que sientes por mi, noches como la de hoy quisiera &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;platicarte&lt;/span&gt; de mi, aunque &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;probablemente&lt;/span&gt; no haya necesidad de hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noches como la de hoy quisiera dormirte entre mis brazos y &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;platicarte&lt;/span&gt; lo feliz que podría ser a tu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6942670505307355884?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6942670505307355884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6942670505307355884' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6942670505307355884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6942670505307355884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/07/el-tiempo-sin-ti-noches-como-la-de-hoy.html' title='El Tiempo Sin Ti (Noches Como La De Hoy)'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1374392547731561055</id><published>2010-06-29T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:10:23.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Imagino (Luna Roja de Otoño)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Apareces tímida en el cielo, como si el dejarte ver fuera un pecado y no un placer. Deambulas majestuosa en mi mente, torturándome con tu devastador recuerdo. Apareces, me miras y desapareces. Me dejas escuchar tu voz a propósito, me mantienes así en este estado que se esta volviendo normal para mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te imagino de mil maneras, te imagino velando mi sueño, rodeada de estrellas, cientos de ellas que no hacen mas que adornarte, que no hacen mas que desvanecerte. No puedo sonreir y la verdad es que no quiero hacerlo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te imagino arriba, suspendida en el cielo. Te imagino y quisiera poder admirarte, poder rodearte, poder besarte. Eres como un sueño de verano en una noche de otoño. Tan cerca y tan lejos como el cielo, tan cerca y tan lejos como el inclemente aroma de un recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te imagino viéndome a los ojos, tocando mi cara, sosteniendo mi mano. Te imagino murmurando a mi oído palabras de aliento y desaliento. Cierro los ojos, te veo e inevitablemente imagino la vida junto a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te imagino por las mañanas y por las noches antes de dormir, te imagino otra vez y, lamentablemente, sé que jamás voy a poder mas que imaginarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st. &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/3729437492968893920-1374392547731561055?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1374392547731561055/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8208282749476162003</id><published>2010-05-30T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:19:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What´s The Story, An Euphoria Morning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Falling into a dream that will never come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;during a journey to a champagne supernova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what´s the story? again, what´s the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did i woke you up in an euphoria morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at the stars the are lightning your darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;burning like a candle in a cold winter night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what´s the story? again, what´s the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did i woke you up in an euphoria norning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What´s the story, the fire inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what´s the story, a brand new fantasy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what´s the story, the sound of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what´s the story, the natureof reality?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What´s the story? again, what´s the story?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;did i woke you up in an euphoria morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8208282749476162003?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8208282749476162003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8208282749476162003' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8208282749476162003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8208282749476162003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-story-euphoria-morning.html' title='What´s The Story, An Euphoria Morning?'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-929781133725566010</id><published>2010-05-17T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T11:58:11.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This The Day That I´ve Been Waiting For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now i see, it´s getting better you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it´s not like we are running out the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in this lovely and rainy day full of grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it´s just that i think what you usually say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It seems to me anytime and anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life is for living not for regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel the rythm running through the veins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;up and down and in every single way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you say in this lovely day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will you catch me if i fall with the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is there something else worth living for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is this the day i´ve been waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yes i believe in God and in His Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i believe in whatever They created us for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i maybe understand the meaning of the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t care if people make fun of what i´ve said before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love me and leave me after the lighting falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it makes no difference if the rain stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take me to the place where you and i belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tell me if this is what you wanted for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So what do you say in this lovely day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;will you catch me if i fall with the rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is there something else worth living for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is this the day that i´ve been waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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For?'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8284762330350572765</id><published>2010-05-11T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T07:54:33.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Settle down, we´ll be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crack a smile, we´ll see the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;turn up the sun, for everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for everyone, wipe off your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Settle down, it´s time to believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there is something more than dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ring the bells, for you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for you and me, wipe off your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah, take all your chances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah, take all you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah, we´ll be finally free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh yeah, it´s time to believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Settle down, my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crack a smile, it won´t end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Settle down, settle down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;settle down my friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8284762330350572765?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2752881559177802082</id><published>2010-05-04T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:14:26.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Show Me How To Be Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Days and nights look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time got stucked in it´s way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every color turned to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;show me how to be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I spoke words of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words i never wanted to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tears i need to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;show me how to be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It´s all about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´m incapable to speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i have a hole in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;show me how to be dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2752881559177802082?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2752881559177802082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2752881559177802082' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2752881559177802082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2752881559177802082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/05/show-me-how-to-be-dead.html' title='Show Me How To Be Dead'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-3818510619621045928</id><published>2010-05-02T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T21:19:26.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dreams will never be the answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the prayers we whisper at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words will never the the light that shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;over the silence that´s life to the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel lost in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost behind the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost inside my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Moon will never show you the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to the happiness you think you deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;candles will never keep you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the cold you feel when you are in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel lost and i feel ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost inside my loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost without a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost and i feel down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life, life will never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it always remembers yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;love, love is something we´ll never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like a suicide without remorse or regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost and i feel empty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost when i am home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost beside what i love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel lost, sick and old...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-3818510619621045928?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3818510619621045928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=3818510619621045928' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3818510619621045928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3818510619621045928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2520628989042433953</id><published>2010-04-28T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T12:31:29.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Living Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was up sitted in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;looking at some old pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;living again all those good times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was thinkin of our first kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that night laying on the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i knew i loved her more than the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singing a song we both wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;far away from troubles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;far away from the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waiting for me to hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she asked me will you love me forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i said yes forever and the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i feel so misguided and unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;time, time is my everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loneliness is what i call my home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was down in the living room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was looking some old pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my mind talked to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i will love her forever and a day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2520628989042433953?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2520628989042433953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2520628989042433953' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2520628989042433953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2520628989042433953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-living-room.html' title='In The Living Room'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1869210811204986866</id><published>2010-04-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:50:52.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to our voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are more than noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are not animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are not beasts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You and i look the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you and them can feel pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are not criminals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we are just humans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we should all be brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t need to kill children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t need to kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to our voices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they are more than noise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we breath the same air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we live in the same earth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1869210811204986866?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1869210811204986866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=1869210811204986866' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1869210811204986866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1869210811204986866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-388437749040138481</id><published>2010-04-20T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T13:42:43.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Etéreo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fueron puntos suspensivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en medio del silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miel y aceitunas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;estrellas y la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fué un suspiro ahogado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en la tranquilidad del cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de rojo fue teñido ese momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dentro de un sentimiento etéreo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fué una muerte chiquita perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;una muerte chiquita olvidada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;corazones que casi se tocan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palabras que no fueron habladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivimos la misma realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y quizá las mismas fantasías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tu en una playa desconocida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yo en un color lleno de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivimos en el mismo instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;iluminados por distinto fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de rojo fue teñido ese momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que se llenó de éste sentimiento etéreo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-388437749040138481?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/388437749040138481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=388437749040138481' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/388437749040138481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/388437749040138481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/etereo.html' title='Etéreo'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4177734036305581847</id><published>2010-04-18T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T16:46:07.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my deathbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nobody is around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but him in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen to his words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fear him doomed souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fallen angels, fallen gods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am truly alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw it in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw it in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i never said a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in front of my deathbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silently waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;enjoying the pain... my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tongless man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;house of the sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can hear your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can see your holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel al alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my deathbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take my shaking hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;take my lonely heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4177734036305581847?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4177734036305581847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4177734036305581847' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4177734036305581847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4177734036305581847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/deathbed.html' title='Deathbed'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1326498357621497579</id><published>2010-04-15T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:48:47.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer roses came along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bright skies and redemption songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colorful flowers dancing with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trees of life and i feel free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Summer moon and gloaming stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pure love of the one that stands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;singing waters, valleys of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for you girl i can give it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lonely birds singing at the graves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;memories of the ones we´ll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh me! i see you in the middle of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh you! i just want you to love me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1326498357621497579?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1326498357621497579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=1326498357621497579' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1326498357621497579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1326498357621497579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/summer-roses.html' title='Summer Roses'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2017285055280104203</id><published>2010-04-11T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T07:28:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is A Loaded Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time is a loaded gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the hands of the one that´s gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello blue sky, hello sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodbye my friend, goodbye my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The streets are lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words i can´t pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! boy i feel thirsty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t want to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Spinning around in the fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like a tornado without direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello murderers, hello thiefs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodbye my brother, goodbye my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am nothing but a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe lonely, maybe mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sittin´ in silence on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wondering of the lips that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Time is a loaded gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the hands of disarray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello future, hello life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;godbye my memories, goodbye my past...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2017285055280104203?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7038643461356052282</id><published>2010-04-08T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:22:44.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flower Dressed In Black</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was staring at me last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she was a flower dressed in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her soft lips were calling mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she was as close as the blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you cry for me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you cry for me my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She was so beautiful and unreachable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she was a flower dressed in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i think of her all day long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;her scent is stucked all over my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you cry for me again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you cry for me my fiend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I touched her skin last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she was a flower dressed in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she lives in the silver sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to be a particle of light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you cry for me today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you cry for me my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She kissed me in the middle of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she was a flower dressed in black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i lend to finish her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;would you cry for me my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7038643461356052282?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7038643461356052282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7038643461356052282' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7038643461356052282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7038643461356052282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/04/flower-dressed-in-black.html' title='A Flower Dressed In Black'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6987769544758344264</id><published>2010-03-30T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:31:49.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can´t change my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i swear i´ll be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like i´ve ever been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel free my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;writing and singing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the air is so clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i still believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at day, at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´m a lucky man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´m still stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can´t change my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love the sky and the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love to be who i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i love your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know i´ll be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll be down all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can´t change my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll speak to you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my love isn´t false or fake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i can´t change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll speak to you the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you know i love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6987769544758344264?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-3045582192762279488</id><published>2010-03-23T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T18:13:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m Cryin´ ii (The Rise of a New Star)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Under the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where i call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t remember my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to forget yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now he has a hole in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and his pain is fullfilling mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll be there by his side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll be there even if he doesn´t want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the rise of a new star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he´s cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the fall of his old man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He lost a piece of his soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i sense rage in his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here is my shoulder if you want to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! father hold him tight at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Under the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where i call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! father father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you left your boy alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now there is a hole in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my tears mean nothing to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll remain silent by his side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;his pain is fullfilling my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh! father father this isn´t a goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! father father please colour his sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;under the rain where i call home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh! father father you left your boy alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the rise of a new star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and my brother´s cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the fall of his old man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-3045582192762279488?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7488011331101275090</id><published>2010-03-19T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:37:54.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I´m Cryin´</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There´s nothing else here to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There´s nobody else here to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All i want is to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m cryin´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7488011331101275090?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7488011331101275090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7488011331101275090' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7488011331101275090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7488011331101275090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-cryin.html' title='I´m Cryin´'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5339010777938864422</id><published>2010-03-12T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:30:09.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers in the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New cold water in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow we will go&lt;br /&gt;Old red fire in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hope tomorrow we will know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are flowers on the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When your eyes are looking at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life will bloom in the winter sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If you say that you´ll be only mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are no tears only your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There and then love will flow again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whe you smile underneath the haze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my place pain seems to be so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Under the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it´s night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If it´s day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Together we will fly away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-5339010777938864422?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5339010777938864422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=5339010777938864422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/5339010777938864422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/5339010777938864422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/03/flowers-in-sea.html' title='Flowers in the Sea'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6781811332837253026</id><published>2010-02-19T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T11:54:58.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belleza y Gloria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Y cuando el amanecer se levantaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;frente a un altar hecho de fuego y agua de luvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El Universo, en todo su poder, esplendor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y sabiduría infinita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se maravilló de su mas hermosa y sublime creación...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;... Y tal vez solo seas tu quien pueda salvarme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-6781811332837253026?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6781811332837253026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6781811332837253026' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6781811332837253026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6781811332837253026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/02/belleza-y-gloria.html' title='Belleza y Gloria'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-9054805373452140460</id><published>2010-02-01T19:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T19:43:27.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The other day he came to see me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was laying on the cold ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more pain - he said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no more love - i replied to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Four seasons second passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in front of our astonished eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh poor man i feel sorry for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i never saw life in my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is hate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where there is nobody around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you don´t feel alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The are no more stars to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sky remains the same everynight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i better be singing in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad songs to pass the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He came to me one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i´m still alone in my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do i really like myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh poor man! thats what i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What is hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when there is nobody around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you don´t feel alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-9054805373452140460?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9054805373452140460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=9054805373452140460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/9054805373452140460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/9054805373452140460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/02/poor-man.html' title='Poor Man'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-3295560909370752501</id><published>2010-01-28T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T11:21:07.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Origen e Historia de Poor Stargazer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoy no pienso escribir nada, ando un poco bloqueado, pero lo que voy a hacer es explicar el origen del nombre de este blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El nombre de este blog, es extraído de una canción de una banda llamada Temple of the Dog, creada por Chris Cornell en 1990 tras la muerte a causa de una sobredósis de heroína de su intimo amigo Andrew Wood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta banda editó sólamente un album del mismo nombre que incluía dos canciones escritas por Cornell como tributo al fallecido Andrew Wood, las cuales eran Say Hello 2 Heaven y Reach Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poor Stargazer es tomado de la letra de la canción Say Hello 2 Heaven:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New like a baby/lost like a prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The sky was your playground/but the cold ground was your bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poor Stargazer&lt;/strong&gt;/she´s got no tears in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fool like a whisper/she knows love heals all wounds with time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now it seems like too much love/is never enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You better seek out another road/cos this one has ended abrupt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Say hello to heaven/heaven heaven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En dicha canción Cornell hace referencia a Wood llamándolo Poor Stargazer, debido a una canción escrita por Wood y editada en el album Apple de la banda Mother Love Bone de la cual Wood era vocalista y principal compositor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La canción se llama Stargazer y había sido escrita y dedicada a la novia de Wood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Crazy crazy i´m the boy/who defies all, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lift me higher than anyone/and hold my arms, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Woman woman she outta mind/and simply out of soul, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She gets me higher than anyone/and i miss her so, i miss her so, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stargazer you call the shots/and i take ´em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stargazer won´t you kick with me/please, oh baby please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dancer dancer i´m all wrong/she thinks she´s young and wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but no/oh no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She dance around my pearly heades cable car/and fix me up with a guy-why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C´mon I don´t get why she done that to me/why she done it to me so say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stargazer you call the shots/and i take´em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stargazer won´t you kick with me/please, oh baby please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stargazer you cry in blue/anything i´ve ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It ain´t as good as you child/ i´m not trying to push your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But i know you hold me/like a putty in your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cry for me and rub it in/cry for the saviour and the prophet´s son, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cry for me and Julie Ann/Hosanna come back again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cry for me and rub it in/cry for the saviour an the prophet´s son, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He aqui el porqué del nombre de este blog, que cuando menos, tiene historia y razón...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3729437492968893920-3295560909370752501?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3295560909370752501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=3295560909370752501' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3295560909370752501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3295560909370752501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2010/01/origen-e-historia-de-poor-stargazer.html' title='Origen e Historia de Poor Stargazer...'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4927946274496256530</id><published>2010-01-17T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T21:02:46.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Está sentado junto a mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tranquilo, impasible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El cabello le cubre los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la bufanda le cubre el cuello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siempre a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;siempre en silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Portando tu aroma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;portando tu esencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Inerme al paso del tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inmovil, siempre quieto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Juntos, recorriendo el camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sobreviviendo al infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La nada, nuestro humilde hogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El olvido, nuestro inevitable destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4927946274496256530?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2102808167654560645</id><published>2009-12-08T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:08:26.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For The Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you for the good times, i believe that´s all i´ve got to say right now, it feels like i don´t have to worry at all, now i know my time has come, please don´t cry because time has fall upon me, now i´m as safe as i can be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn´t change anything, that makes me feel almost as sad as the fact that i won´t look at the your eyes another time. Tonight will be the las time that i´m going to see the stars, you can be sure that i´m going to enyoj it more than i did everytime. When you close your eyes and look at me again, embrace me as hard as you can and i´ll be by your side every night. I know it might sound a little sad, but before i leave, i want to thak you, the few persons of my life, for all the good times and the bad times we passed by, all those times that let something inside my heart. I hope time will be kind with me and i truly hope it will take away the bad feelings and memories you might have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe we will not understand the course of the stars across the sky, maybe we will never know why things are the way they are, but be sure that as long as i have a soul, here or wherever i will be, you will always be with me, and i will always lay by your side. You will hear me in the silence, you will see me when everything turns black, you will feel me in the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There´s no need for you to cry, just remember me as i ever was. Pardon me if you ever think i did something that i should have not, i made a lot of things i feel regret for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once more, thank you for the good times, we will see us again soon, i promise this is not a goodbye, you know i love you all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-2102808167654560645?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2102808167654560645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2102808167654560645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2102808167654560645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2102808167654560645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-for-good-times.html' title='Thank You For The Good Times'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1397837835418433722</id><published>2009-12-02T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:53:03.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Sé Perfectamente y lo Sabes Aún Mejor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;completamente&lt;/span&gt; seguro de que no hay día que no pienses en mi, no tienes que mentirme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre pasa algo o escuchas algo o percibes el aroma de algo o sientes algo o lees algo que inevitablemente te hace verme, aunque sea en un vago recuerdo. Lo sé porque me conozco, lo sé porque te conozco, y justamente por eso puedo decir que, aunque dentro de tu cabeza vivo en un vago recuerdo, dos cosas que tienes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perfectamente&lt;/span&gt; presentes de mi, son mis ojos y mis labios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sabemos que si algo no hacemos es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;frecuentarnos&lt;/span&gt;, pero sé que te quedaste con ganas de probar mis labios, de morderlos, de sentirlos recorriendo tu cuello, tus hombros, tu espalda, tus pechos, tus pies, tu sexo. Lo sé &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perfectamente&lt;/span&gt; y lo sabes aún mejor que yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes lo expresiva que es tu mirada, lo expresivas que son tus manos y tus gestos, sabes que no abrazas a cualquiera como me abrazaste ese día a mi, sabes que tu sonrisa y tus palabras nerviosas te delataron junto con el rubor que inundó tu rostro. Sabes que deseaste que fuera más que una gota de lluvia que caía desde el cielo, más que un viaje a lo perdido que hay detrás de un par de ojos en aquella tarde que se volvió noche, aquella tarde que no quedará en el olvido, más que dos palabras que volaron con el viento. Lo sé &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perfectamente&lt;/span&gt; y lo sabes aún mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada no sabía si verme a los ojos y perderse en ellos, y contemplarse en ellos, y conocer lo que hay tras ellos o hacerte desear mas mi labios, hacerte sentirlos, hacerte tocarlos. Esa mirada ruidosa, poco discreta, esa mirada que me gritaba lo mucho que me deseabas. Lo sé &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;perfectamente&lt;/span&gt; y lo sabes aún mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que a veces te preguntas que hubiera pasado si te hubieras dejado llevar aquel día por lo que te decían tus ojos, tus manos, tu sexo. Sé que tratas de imaginar lo que sería conmigo una noche, un amanecer, un beso o un millón de ellos. Sé que en algún momento del día aparezco y piensas lo que hubiera sido dejarte llevar en ese instante por el deseo y donde estaríamos ahora. Sé también que piensas en que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;probablemente&lt;/span&gt; no lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hubiera&lt;/span&gt; permitido, e insistes en esconderme detrás de alguien más, no porque en realidad lo creas o porque en realidad me parezca a alguien, sino para atenuar el sentimiento de arrepentimiento. Sé que no haces lo posible, por verme de nuevo pero que sabes que la próxima vez que me tengas frente a ti, seguramente dejaremos la cortesía a un lado y nos dejaremos llevar por el deseo seguramente mas de una sola vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sé &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;perfectamente&lt;/span&gt; y lo sabes aún mejor. Te conozco mejor de lo que tu crees. Y sabes que sé que me conoces mejor de lo que yo creo. Y sabes que sé que lo que he escrito lo sé porque inevitablemente, en algún momento del día, te pienso, te veo y te deseo yo también...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1397837835418433722?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1397837835418433722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=1397837835418433722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1397837835418433722'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;There will be no more pain&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more blood&lt;br /&gt;We´ll leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;We´ll live in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s finally over&lt;br /&gt;I belive it´s finally over&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more lies&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more masks&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is different&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the red sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s finally over&lt;br /&gt;I believe it´s finally over&lt;br /&gt;Cry no more&lt;br /&gt;Hate no more&lt;br /&gt;Fight no more&lt;br /&gt;Tear no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos it´s finally over&lt;br /&gt;I believe it´s finally over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4341712057375585554?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6175733038715559001</id><published>2009-11-19T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:49:10.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The dream will live in us&lt;br /&gt;no matter if it´s night or day&lt;br /&gt;there´s no need to cry for us&lt;br /&gt;you can join us anyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream won´t fly away&lt;br /&gt;love will always remain&lt;br /&gt;hand with hand day by day&lt;br /&gt;light will fall upon us again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream won´t die with the time&lt;br /&gt;like the moon does every dawn&lt;br /&gt;in the sky words of wisdom will shine&lt;br /&gt;you know you can join us if you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream will always be there&lt;br /&gt;like the truth is through time and space&lt;br /&gt;hope is here, there and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;everything seems to be in it´s right place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is a sweet fantastic thought&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful thought you will never forget&lt;br /&gt;leave behind whatsoever you´ve fought&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we don´t need to feel regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream is the essence of God&lt;br /&gt;just give love to all&lt;br /&gt;just give hope to all&lt;br /&gt;just give love to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6175733038715559001?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6175733038715559001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6175733038715559001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6175733038715559001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6175733038715559001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/11/dream.html' title='The Dream'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-542751075651114583</id><published>2009-11-03T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:19:49.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Dudo, Lo Pienso. (Te Escribo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Te escribo aunque no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;conozco&lt;/span&gt;, aunque no he escuchado tu voz, aunque no he percibido tu aroma, aunque no te he visto, claro está, que no te recuerdo. ¿Cómo podría hacerlo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo, lo pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo, en donde estés y si es que estás, si es que es posible crear una realidad, si es que es posible llegarte a soñar. Te escribo, si es que vives, si es que viviste, si es que vivirás. Si es que algún momento volteas al cielo y te sientes movido por el misterio de la luna llena, si es que te maravillas con la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tranquilidad&lt;/span&gt; del mar, si es que puedes oler a Dios en la lluvia, si es que late tu corazón, si es que alguna vez lo hizo, si es que alguna vez lo hará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo, lo pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo desde la incertidumbre, desde el crepúsculo, desde el silencio. Te escribo desde la soledad, desde la tierra, desde la oscuridad. Te escribo a partir de una idea, a partir de un sentimiento, a partir de un momento, de un instante que lo es todo excepto eterno. Te escribo, te escribo para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;reír&lt;/span&gt;, te escribo para llorar, te escribo para olvidar, te escribo para recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo, lo pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo aunque no te recuerdo. ¿Cómo podría hacerlo? Te escribo porque no me eres nada familiar, porque no sé como eres, porque no te puedo escuchar, porque no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puedo&lt;/span&gt; mirar, porque no te puedo sentir. Te escribo porque aún así das vueltas en mi cabeza, porque aún así alimentas mi imaginación. Te escribo porque vives años que no son tuyos, porque recorres caminos que no son tuyos, porque cantas palabras que no son tuyas, porque llevas sentimientos que no son tuyos, porque amas lo que no es tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo dudo, lo pienso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo porque sé que sabes que te escribo desde mi hogar, desde tu hogar, el olvido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-542751075651114583?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/542751075651114583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=542751075651114583' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/542751075651114583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/542751075651114583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/11/lo-dudo-lo-pienso-te-escribo.html' title='Lo Dudo, Lo Pienso. (Te Escribo)'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1805112669428221662</id><published>2009-10-30T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:49:45.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impresión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estaba sentada frente a la ventana desde la cual le gustaba contemplar el paisaje. Frente a ella había algo poco común, ya que en un primer plano se veían girasoles, rosas blancas y tulipanes de todos los colores, en un segundo plana un campo de trigo con cipreses y en un tercer plano, al fondo del paisaje, montañas cubiertas de árboles justo detrás de un río, todo esto bañado con la luz plateada del sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su piel era blanca, su cabello tenía el color del ocaso, sus ojos eran color aceituna, sus labios eran rojos, no muy gruesos pero no muy delgados, y su esencia era el fuego que brillaba y ardía con más violencia que todos los demás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa tarde en particular, tenia en sus manos una carta que venía de lejos. Una carta cuyas palabras parecían tener elocuencia, pero que escondían sentimientos que se contradecían a través de cada una de ellas. Una carta que unas veces no tenía sentido y otras estaba lleno de él. Ella la leía, cerraba los ojos, suspiraba, la doblaba, la desdoblaba y la volvía a leer minuciosamente. Era una carta que no entendía o mejor dicho que hacía todo lo posible por no entender. “Es sencillo –empezaba la ultima línea de la carta- simplemente te detendrás y sabrás que yo estuve ahí.” Volvió a cerrar los ojos y se quedó así largos e casi interminables minutos, pensando en lo que estas palabras habían querido decir, y sin darse cuenta, dejo caer aquella carta al suelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrió los ojos, ya había anochecido. Su mirada se perdió en algún lugar del paisaje aunque su conciencia seguía recordando aquellas palabras tantas veces leídas y que ahora yacían en el suelo. Estuvo así exactamente un minuto antes de volver plenamente en si y se dió cuenta de que la luna llena y las estrellas iluminaban ahora aquella imagen que tanto le gustaba. Ella nunca había visto tal cosa, ya que de noche no solía estar en ese lugar. Aquello la hizo quedar completamente fascinada y deseó quedar atrapada en ese paisaje por el resto de sus días.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de unos instantes de estar inmersa en la fascinación que aquello le provocaba y sin pensarlo murmuro “no cabe duda de que lo que importa nunca ha sido la descripción de una impresión, sino el sentimiento provocado por esa impresión, ahora sé que eso es en realidad la belleza”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento se levantó, se paró al pie de la ventana y lentamente se desvaneció…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;p.st&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1805112669428221662?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1805112669428221662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=1805112669428221662' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1805112669428221662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/1805112669428221662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/10/impresion.html' title='Impresión'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7168657245885371595</id><published>2009-10-11T18:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T18:21:39.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una Visión</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ahí estaba, desnuda, recostada sobre la cama. El color de su piel contrastaba violentamente con el vivo color rojo del edredón que cubría la cama. A través de la ventana entraban los últimos rayos de sol, los cuales lograban que las blancas paredes de la habitación se tornaran, por unos instantes, rojas. Ella permanecía ahí, inmovil, inerme a los gritos del silencio, inundada del rojo que llenaba y saciaba el hambre de su espíritu y de su alma. Su piel parecía absorber aquel vivo color, haciendo que cualquiera que observara aquella sublime escena por primera vez, pudiera llegar a pensar que ella se estaba empezando a consumir en las llamas del fuego de la belleza y del deseo que exhalaba en ese momento cada poro de su piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El tiempo parecía avanzar un poco mas lento que de costumbre, el sol parecía haberse quedado suspendido en el cielo, observando aquella escena que él mismo provocaba, y que parecía extasiarle de alguna u otra manera. Ella seguía ahí, ajena a todo lo que desencadenaba a su alrededor, como si la euforia y la fascinación no existieran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poco a  poco, el sol retomó resignado su camino regresando a la normalidad, ella seguía ahí desnuda sobre el rojo, llenándo una visión. Las paredes había recobrado su color original, y ahora brillaban, por la ventana el sol por fin se había escondido, dejándole su lugar a la luna llena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La luna llena no hizo mas que darle un matiz diferente a su belleza, iluminando sutilmente su desnuda y exquisita figura, e inmortalizándola en mi memoria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y ella, una vez más, y sin saberlo, llenaba la visión de un pobre explorador de estrellas, un pobre lunático, soñador y admirador del rojo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-7168657245885371595?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7168657245885371595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7168657245885371595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7168657245885371595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7168657245885371595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-vision.html' title='Una Visión'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-9125106418233791658</id><published>2009-09-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:05:00.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resignación</title><content type='html'>La noche cae mas rápido que de costumbre,&lt;br /&gt;Escondiendo el olvido que hay regado en el camino&lt;br /&gt;Todos alrededor parecen estar recordando lo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Las memorias negadas salen a caminar en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creo en palabras de odio de amistad o de amor&lt;br /&gt;Son solo sentimientos donde al final no hay color&lt;br /&gt;No creo ni en los amigos ni en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mis enemigos son mas sinceros que el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me miras a los ojos sin creer lo que estas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Miro al cielo y miro al suelo y no se a donde voy&lt;br /&gt;Ya me da igual, me da lo mismo, vivo la resignación&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca me ama y me alaba pero tu corazón no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tragos tan amargos que tengo que pensar en algo dulce&lt;br /&gt;Caricias como el viento que duran mientras quieras soplar&lt;br /&gt;No, no pienso que tenga que hacerlo, solo quiero terminar&lt;br /&gt;Aromas tan tenues como el de las rosas cuando mueren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son los mismos ojos y la misma manera de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Son los mismos labios y la misma manera de mirar&lt;br /&gt;Son las mismas manos y la misma manera de tocar&lt;br /&gt;Soy el mismo de siempre pero ya no soy el mismo para ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;div 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title='Resignación'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4090304942903870418</id><published>2009-09-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:35:48.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In The Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Staring at the blood on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i won´t listen to her words anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eyes like blood, like the night of the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;living insane, over flesh she crawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lost in the red, pleasure is permanent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ve heard God lives in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;walking around i´ve never felt pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the black sky brings everything but not regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Death on the road like flowers in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crying voices and broken bones in the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fram from life, far from eternal love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inside empty skulls i´ll hide my precious stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything you´ll hear is not what you´ll see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eyes like blood, like the night of the soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;living insane, over roten flesh she crawls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;inside empty skulls i´ll hide my precious stones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4090304942903870418?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4090304942903870418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4090304942903870418' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4090304942903870418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4090304942903870418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-in-red.html' title='Lost In The Red'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4177127414741051632</id><published>2009-08-31T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:15:40.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel For Her??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is out of my sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always inside of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how i feel for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is far from my words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always her name in my mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how i feel for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is far away from here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always near from my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how i feel for her? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She is the owner of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the owner of my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how i feel for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel for her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4177127414741051632?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4177127414741051632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4177127414741051632' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4177127414741051632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4177127414741051632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-i-feel-for-her.html' title='How I Feel For Her??'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8116278058170882361</id><published>2009-08-20T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T13:36:02.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Estoy Loco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La verdad es que no estoy loco, no soy neurótico, ni esquizofrénico, ni paranoico ni nada por el estilo. No me enoja la lluvia, ni el sol, ni la oscuridad, ni el viento, ni el mar, ni que se caigan las hojas de los árboles, ni el cantar de las aves, ni lo´s perros ni los gatos, no me molesta ni siquiera el metro. No me imagino que el mundo se vaya a acabar, ni veo cosas o personas donde no las hay. Sé perfectamente que no existe ni existirá conspiración alguna en mi contra, ni pienso que lo peor me va a pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No estoy loco, podré ser imaginativo y hasta fantasioso, pero sé que loco no estoy. No soy un fanático religioso, ni político, ni creo en fantasmas, ni escucho voces, ni me pasa por la cabeza el suicidio. No me da por investigar lo que la gente me dice para saber si me me engañan o si se quieren burlar de mi, o si lo hacen por miedo, o simplemente para verme la cara de pendejo, simplemente es demasiado evidente cuando esto pasa, ni siquiera me tengo que molestar es investigar si es verdad o no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No estoy loco, no me levanto en las noches con temor a ser asesinado en ese momento, ni escucho voces en la oscuridad provenientes del mas allá que claman por mi sangre y mi sufrimiento, no tengo amigos imaginarios, y mucho menos enemigos imaginarios, no los necesito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No estoy loco, no me creo realidades alternas para escapar de la mía, ni me gusta esconderme entre fantasias improbables ni sueños inalcanzables, no tengo ideas locas, ni imagino que puedo llegar a tener poderes supernaturales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No estoy loco, el mundo no esta en mi contra, ni yo estoy en contra de él. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No estoy loco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-8116278058170882361?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8116278058170882361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=8116278058170882361' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8116278058170882361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/8116278058170882361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-estoy-loco.html' title='No Estoy Loco'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6739178589118907352</id><published>2009-08-12T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:27:08.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bullet In My Heart...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was sleeping when i started to hear my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i turned on the light but i saw nothing strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i walked all over my place looking for the voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and when i looked in the bathroom there it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw him staring at me in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;he threatened me and then walked away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i stood there for a while thinking of what he said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"tomorrow by this time you will be dead"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I closed my eyes and took a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i decided to kill him before he dissappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went down to the street and i saw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he was there laughing, waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I couldn´t stand that mocking face he had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i yelled at him but he didn´t care about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;then i took out a gun and shot him in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too late i realized i´d just put a bullet in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess i won´t see the sunlight never again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i know the moonlight makes blood look black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i feel no feeling of regret about nothing in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i loved, i hated, i laughed and i cried to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel nothing more and i have nothing more to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i heard voices and i saw things that weren´t there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life can be short or can be long it´s up to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i see my heart wasn´t as hard as they said it was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6739178589118907352?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6739178589118907352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6739178589118907352' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6739178589118907352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6739178589118907352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/bullet-in-my-heart.html' title='A Bullet In My Heart...'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-1427047073697634285</id><published>2009-08-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T05:47:58.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hole in the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think i´ll just let things pass by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t feel the energy in the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I heard some things that hurted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like if i never showed respect for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never thought those things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where in someone´s mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i never thought some words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;could make a hole in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i´ll just stay on my own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with the eyes on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now i know i was born and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll live down till the end of my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel tired and weak inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe life is all in the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll keep quiet all alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll talk about my feelings no more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1427047073697634285?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1427047073697634285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7821904104041309223</id><published>2009-08-02T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:10:29.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lean On Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Bitter Moon, my friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days are passing by in front of us&lt;br /&gt;and we don´t seem to live them&lt;br /&gt;i know you might think you are wrong&lt;br /&gt;i know you might feel you are alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me my friend&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the world won´t wait for you&lt;br /&gt;if you feel there´s nobody out there for you&lt;br /&gt;if you don´t see the sunlight in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the heavens are crying over us&lt;br /&gt;i know that makes us feel down all the time&lt;br /&gt;like if we´ll never find the real love of our lives&lt;br /&gt;like if there´s nobody out there who can understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lean on me my friend&lt;br /&gt;if you feel the world won´t wait for you&lt;br /&gt;if you feel there´s nobody out there for you&lt;br /&gt;if you don´t see the sunlight in your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the same to be lonely and to be alone&lt;br /&gt;be careful with sadness it becomes highly addictive&lt;br /&gt;if you need me you know that i would give you my hand&lt;br /&gt;you can lean on me my friend anytime, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you feel that misery is falling upon us&lt;br /&gt;even if you feel that everything is meaningless&lt;br /&gt;even if your answers disappear when you open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;you can lean on me my friend anytime, anywhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7821904104041309223?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7821904104041309223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7821904104041309223' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7821904104041309223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7821904104041309223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/08/lean-on-me.html' title='Lean On Me'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-338837587361347147</id><published>2009-07-26T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T07:45:53.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brushstrokes of Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw him standing underneath the burning sun, with his eyes lost in the landscape and his mind caught in the night. He was there fighting a battle of years, a battle against the world, a battle only for the marvelous and unintended souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He was moving his hand with the passion that only heaven can give. He and his mind, he and his hand, he and his visions until the end of the times. Beauty flowing from his heart and captured in sheets of canvas after every brushstroke full of feelings he makes through time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Alone, alone as me, alone as only marvelous and unintended souls and minds can be. He was there standing underneath the burning sun in the battlefield, beauty and true feelings flowing from his hand with the passion that only heaven can give...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-338837587361347147?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/338837587361347147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=338837587361347147' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/338837587361347147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/338837587361347147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/07/brushstokes-of-feelings.html' title='Brushstrokes of Feelings'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-3251681175458360783</id><published>2009-07-20T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:57:50.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias, No Sentimientos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...Y vi tus ojos otra vez, después de tanto tiempo de no hacerlo, y lamentablemente me di cuenta que algo en ellos había cambiado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estaban llenos de memorias, de lineas de historias que habían quedado atrapadas a lo largo del camino, lineas que solo hablan de los buenos tiempos, aquellos tiempos que no volverán, lineas que solamente arrebataban algunas sonrisas inciertas e indefinidas, sonrisas como la que en ese momento se dibujaba en tu rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Algo había cambiado en ellos, habían perdido completamente el sentimiento al verme. Ese sentimiento que alguna vez, hace tiempo y solo por un instante, yo sé que deseaste fuera eterno, ese sentimiento que hacía que tu sonrisa fuera completa y sincera, ese sentimiento provocado por mi voz, mis ojos y mis manos, ese sentimiento que ahora solo existe en el pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y vi tus ojos otra vez, después de tanto tiempo de no hacerlo, esos ojos que nunca han sabido mentir, esos ojos que dicen lo contrario a tus palabras, a esa sonrisa que jamás volveré a provocar, que jamás volveré a mirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Era cuestión de tiempo, siempre lo supe y ha llegado el momento, ahora solo me queda esperar que tus labios hablen las mismas palabras que tus ojos han dicho ya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-3251681175458360783?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3251681175458360783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=3251681175458360783' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3251681175458360783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3251681175458360783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/07/memorias-no-sentimientos.html' title='Memorias, No Sentimientos.'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6761241941794316608</id><published>2009-06-14T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:04:12.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Día Que Me Dejes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día que me dejes, será igual a los demás, la tierra seguramente no dejará de girar, la noche no perderá la luna, y ésta no llorará por que el sol no está. El día que me dejes, será igual a los demás, mi corazón no se detendrá, el hambre no me abandonará ni el sueño se alejará. El día que me dejes, será igual a los demas, ni el odio ni el amor desaparecerán, cosas buenas y malas no dejarán de pasar, ni la vida parará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día que me dejes, tal vez lloraré, pero estoy seguro que no todas serán lágrimas para ti, el día que me dejes, dejaré salir todas aquellas lágrimas que llevo atoradas, y me quitaré todos aquellos malos sentimientos que tengo dentro, y al salir la última de mis lágrimas sabré que un día no muy lejano, me extrañarás y te darás cuenta que mejor que yo no hay ni habrá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día que me dejes, seguramente no pensaré en suicidarme, ni pensaré que mi vida no vale nada, tampoco pensaré que valgo poco ni mucho menos, no pasará por mi cabeza quien tiene o no la culpa, ni si era el momento o no apropiado para estar juntos, ni si te merecía o no. El día que me dejes sé que habrá dolor, no porque no pueda vivir sin ti, al contrario, porque puedo vivir sin ti, pero no quiero hacerlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día que me dejes, será igual a los demás, no terminará hasta que, al abrir los ojos otra vez, vea un nuevo sol en el cielo, y al pasar el día las estrellas brillando en la noche. Si, el día día que me dejes, seguramente será igual a los demás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-6761241941794316608?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6761241941794316608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6761241941794316608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don´t say a word&lt;br /&gt;you don´t need to&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t say a word&lt;br /&gt;i won´t leave you&lt;br /&gt;take my hand&lt;br /&gt;my heart is yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t say a word&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this moment&lt;br /&gt;i´ll close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;i´ll hold you always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t say a word&lt;br /&gt;there´s no need to&lt;br /&gt;i´ll hold you always&lt;br /&gt;and i´ll love you forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-5863894615568730571?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5863894615568730571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7411978936923311149</id><published>2009-06-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T16:21:54.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Good Morning Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you see i´m still here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please give me a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not a man to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i know i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not a man to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but my love for you is truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;please give me your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;c´mon let´s take a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not a man to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;probably i´ll never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not a man to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;stay in bed with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God! how beautiful you are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hello, good morning woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i want to say to you good night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7411978936923311149?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7411978936923311149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7411978936923311149' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7411978936923311149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7411978936923311149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/06/hello-good-morning-woman.html' title='Hello, Good Morning Woman'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-945297693925113414</id><published>2009-06-05T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T09:58:50.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning, Thank You My Lord</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning and i saw the sun once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to thank you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning and i saw their faces once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I want to thank you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning and i fell into her arms once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to thank you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday morning and i heard her voice once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes I want to thank you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There was some tears instead of blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll call you all mighty, i´ll call you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In times of snakes, in times of wolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not a slave but i´ll call you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw the sky, i saw her words, i saw her smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m not the bightest star i´m just a tired friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any time, any place, i´ll love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i´ll call you my Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m still here talkin´ and walkin´ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i know you are with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Any time, any place, i´ll love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And i want to thank you my Lord...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-945297693925113414?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/945297693925113414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=945297693925113414' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/945297693925113414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/945297693925113414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-morning-thank-you-my-lord.html' title='Sunday Morning, Thank You My Lord'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6809187364708782372</id><published>2009-05-27T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:57:19.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Puente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Así era la tarde, lluviosa. Cigarros y café, lo suficiente. Silencio, solo silencio. La silueta de un puente se asomaba por mi ventana. Un puente que no tenía mucho tiempo de estar ahí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un puente que, desde que apareció, no dejo de estar, a veces mas tenue, a veces mas nítido. Un puente cuyos extremos parecían ser invisibles. Un puente majestuoso e imponente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un lazo, un nexo, palabras hechas de sentimientos. Tiempo, no existe el tiempo, solo un puente atrapado entre dos miradas, entre dos universos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dos personas bailando sin parar bajo la tormenta, poniendose al tanto de todo lo que sucede en sus vidas, como si de antemano no lo supieran ya. Dos personas que caminan cada una en su lado del puente, con los ojos cerrados, cantando en silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silencio, solo silencio bajo la lluvia. Un puente, un nexo, palabras hechas de sentimientos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6809187364708782372?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6809187364708782372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6809187364708782372' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6809187364708782372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6809187364708782372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-puente.html' title='Un Puente'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8295683218343981977</id><published>2009-05-25T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:24:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alguien Allá Afuera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Un día normal como cualquier otro (aunque eso es lo que nos encanta decir, cada día nos quejamos del día en curso, y aún así, al pasar el tiempo resulta que cada día es igual al anterior y al posterior, es decir, cada día termina siendo un día normal) te encuentras con un mensaje escrito dirijido a ti, un mensaje que en realidad no te dice absolutamente nada nuevo, nada que no supieras aunque fuera por dentro, un mensaje que te dice que hay alguien allá afuera que esta pensando lo mismo que tu (por mas dificil que esto te parezca), y que te trae recuerdos que pudieras llamar compartidos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Al principio te sientes un poco sorprendido, piensas que tal vez algo no esta bien e inevitablemente te viene a la cabeza ese sentimiento de incomodidad que has traído atravezado en la boca del estómago (o diato en un lenguage menos popular) todo el día y te preguntas si existe relación alguna entre una cosa y la otra. Vuleves a leer el mensaje, lo lees y lo vuelves a leer tratando de entenderlo. Prendes un cigarro, te sirves una buena taza de café cargado y sin azucar y lo vuelves a leer las veces que sean necesarias para por fin darte cuenta de que no lo entiendes del todo o mejor dicho no lo entiendes en absoluto y te encuentras exactamente igual que al principio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El día sigue su curso, haces todas las cosas que tienes que hacer, pero en todo momento dentro de tu cabeza te estas preguntando lo que habrán querido decir esas palabras y si existe o no relación alguna con el sentimiento que has traído todo el día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Llega el ocaso del sol y con el la luna (aunque hay que ser claros, con estos días lluviosos, lo último que ves en la noche es la luna, pero aún así no hay que dejar de ser poéticos), te dirijes a tu casa y es en estos momentos cuando tienes tiempo suficiente (es decir sin interrupciones) para volver a pensar en esas palabras que han dado vueltas y vueltas en tu mente y decides al fin en salir de la duda y responder al mensaje con unas cuantas palabras encerradas entre signos de interrogación, todavía no sabes como plantearlo pero poco a poco se aclaran tus pensamientos y por fin salen las palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Despues de unos minutos, desde algún otro lugar donde hay alguien que al igual que tu, se pregunta donde estará la luna esta noche, llega la respuesta a tu pregunta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando la lees, lo primero que piensas es que estabas equivocado, que no existe tal corelación mensaje-sentimiento, que todo se limita a esas memorias compartidas. Te quedas pensando un rato en todo... piensas... piensas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y al final te das cuenta de lo equivocado que estas, al contrario, todo tiene relación y ésta está en que en un día poco normal alguien allá afuera esta sintiendo lo mismo que tu (insisto, por más difícil que esto parezca)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8295683218343981977?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8295683218343981977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t know if everything is normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or it´s just that i am kind of strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I guess someone understands me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if not it would be a shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i have not changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but still i feel i´m not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see in her eyes the love she feels for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ve never doubt it and i never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it´s just that i don´t want her to get tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope deep in my heart that she never will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rainy, rainy morning at my door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;believe me it´s not the lack of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it´s just this weird feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think i´m down all the time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Strange'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6847207748214615366</id><published>2009-05-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:57:16.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Principio del Final (Un Pobre Hombre de Fuego)</title><content type='html'>En medio del corazón de un pobre hombre de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Se vive una guerra entre el color y el blanco y negro&lt;br /&gt;Con pistola en mano y una decisión en la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Se destruye todo lo que hay sobre el camino&lt;br /&gt;Segundos antes del futuro, segundos antes de terminar&lt;br /&gt;Caemos en cuenta que la vida solamente es vida&lt;br /&gt;Y cada momento que pasa nos lleva&lt;br /&gt;Irremediablemente hacia el principio del final…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tirado en el viejo sillón de siempre prendo otro cigarro&lt;br /&gt;Y puedo escuchar el sonido del tabaco al consumirse&lt;br /&gt;Un leve escalofrió recorre lentamente mi espina dorsal&lt;br /&gt;Se perfectamente lo que siempre has estado buscando&lt;br /&gt;Enseñarle al mundo lo que quieres ser no lo que en realidad eres&lt;br /&gt;Ser solamente un fantasma al que en realidad nadie conoce&lt;br /&gt;Y llevarnos en todo momento sin saber&lt;br /&gt;Hacia el inevitable principio del final…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí hace mucho tiempo la mejor forma de llorar&lt;br /&gt;Y lo que significa caminar sin poder mirar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Ver en el espejo el asesino que llevo dentro&lt;br /&gt;Vivir rodeado de tierra y agua siendo un hombre de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Elevarte al infinito y caer partiendo en dos el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Atraer la atención de todo el mundo mientras me consumo,&lt;br /&gt;En las llamas del deseo, que se ha vuelto mi único infierno&lt;br /&gt;El principio del final siempre en cada momento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio del corazón de un pobre hombre de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Encerrado en la soledad de una rabiosa muchedumbre&lt;br /&gt;Clamando por piedad un poco de amor aunque sea fingido&lt;br /&gt;Suspendido en el cielo, siempre penetrante y majestuoso&lt;br /&gt;Con la voz de un millón de estruendosos truenos&lt;br /&gt;Tatuado en la piel lleva el sol de los abandonados&lt;br /&gt;El misterio de las panteras tristes, el color de la sangre&lt;br /&gt;Y el momento en que habrá de llegar el  principio del final…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después de la miseria siempre compartida&lt;br /&gt;El rechazo y la violencia como pan de cada día&lt;br /&gt;Entre nubes de rencor otra vez desenterrados&lt;br /&gt;Encarnados en mi orgullo, encerrados en los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Olvido el odio, olvido el amor y solo lloro&lt;br /&gt;Mis pecados en piedra, jamás serán borrados&lt;br /&gt;Un pobre hombre de fuego que se apaga poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;El principio del final en cada momento…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mi piel consumida sin piedad por el  deseo&lt;br /&gt;La lujuria atorada en el corazón me roba el sueño&lt;br /&gt;Las mentiras en mi verdad creada y vivida&lt;br /&gt;La soberbia eclipsándome cada vez un poco más&lt;br /&gt;Como un ángel enjaulado lejos del cielo&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo corre mientras las palabras vuelan&lt;br /&gt;Una chispa y todo lo que amo esta en llamas&lt;br /&gt;Y en un abrir y cerrar de ojos llega el principio del final…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al empezar el día también empieza la agonía&lt;br /&gt;Trato de ocultarme en los segundos que preceden al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Pierdo un suspiro que ya ha quedado en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;Anhelo que el sol se detenga un solo momento&lt;br /&gt;Ahora soy yo el que esta enjaulado lejos del cielo&lt;br /&gt;El aire cada vez más frío azotando mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Un pobre hombre de fuego que se apaga lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Es solamente el principio del final a partir de este momento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6847207748214615366?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6847207748214615366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6847207748214615366' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6847207748214615366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Y se dió cuenta de que, lejos de haber terminado, todo apenas estaba empezando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4243068090741181752?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4243068090741181752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4243068090741181752' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4243068090741181752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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permanecer con la cabeza abajo&lt;br /&gt;No puedo mirar al cielo o al sol&lt;br /&gt;Debo aprender a humillarme&lt;br /&gt;No puedo imaginar algo mejor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo quedarme callado&lt;br /&gt;No decir lo que pienso&lt;br /&gt;Debo vivir con miedo&lt;br /&gt;No saber lo que es tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo aprender a arrodillarme&lt;br /&gt;No querer vivir de pie&lt;br /&gt;Debo acostumbrarme al dolor&lt;br /&gt;No saber nunca lo que es el placer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo enterrar la felicidad&lt;br /&gt;No dejar que me llene el amor&lt;br /&gt;Debo aprender a matar&lt;br /&gt;No acercarme a la compasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir la luz&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir el amor&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir la tolerancia&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir la comprensión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir algún lugar&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir algún lugar mejor&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir algún lugar mejor lejos&lt;br /&gt;Debe existir algún lugar mejor lejos de aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6965676805320878344?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6965676805320878344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6965676805320878344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6965676805320878344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6965676805320878344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/04/lejos-de-aqui.html' title='Lejos de Aquí'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7214598530408729401</id><published>2009-04-20T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:06:30.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget About Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about broken hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t want to be concerned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget about their bunch of lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there´s no need to hear them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He hides underneath the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he´s happy beside his river&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not the falling one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not what you want for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about the growing pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you don´t need to feel lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget about what they all said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just enjoy this gorgeous morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He walks along our fields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he flies through foreing skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not the dying one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not what you ever wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about the lost thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we won´t crumble into the seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget about those empty eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t need what they don´t want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He loves to stare at the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he loves to sing in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not the one thats crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i am not the one in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forget about the suffering souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we don´t need to be paranoic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget about them all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forget about everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7214598530408729401?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7214598530408729401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7214598530408729401' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7214598530408729401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7214598530408729401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/04/forget-about-everything.html' title='Forget About Everything'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7573010687357192611</id><published>2009-04-10T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T13:16:35.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound of a Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Silence, silence, definitely silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there are no voices around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;silence, silence, definitely silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just you, somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I listen everything you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no words, just feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you scream, you whisper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no words, just feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can´t say you are everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you´re just where you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;can´t say i´m everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´m just where you are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don´t mind the colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that´s not how i look at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don´t need my eyes with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i just need my beating heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Winter or summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;spring or fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day or night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dead or alive...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;live forever, on an island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since i´ve been loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paranoid android, the thrill is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you really got me, black hole sun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I never miss you, i´ll never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this kind of love is endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i never miss you, i´ll never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this kind of love is endless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Daytripper, roadhouse blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yellow ledbetter, november rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have you ever loved a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the love of God...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll sing what you won´t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll listen to your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wherever you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;blues or rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7573010687357192611?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7573010687357192611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7573010687357192611' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7573010687357192611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7573010687357192611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/04/sound-of-guitar.html' title='The Sound of a Guitar'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7775678274851407519</id><published>2009-04-03T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:17:08.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Yesterday Comes Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From yesterday comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that´s something you should know&lt;br /&gt;i was lost in someones memories&lt;br /&gt;never thought i wanted to be alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of solitude everyday&lt;br /&gt;to learn how to listen to my voice&lt;br /&gt;underneath the night in pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;the glory of an unintended soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just a few seconds in the dark&lt;br /&gt;sittin´ here in silence on my own&lt;br /&gt;suddenly the light will appears&lt;br /&gt;while the world keeps spinnin´on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can hear the sound of a cigarrette&lt;br /&gt;dying over a dead man´s skull&lt;br /&gt;it doesn´t matter if i´m awake or not&lt;br /&gt;life doesn´t wait it just keeps going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From yesterday comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;that´s something you should know&lt;br /&gt;now i know i don´t want to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-7775678274851407519?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/7775678274851407519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=7775678274851407519' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/7775678274851407519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you´re all that i need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we´ll carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;day or night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; i love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´m on your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every single second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you´re all that i want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i love you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;now you know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-1101907036462462234?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/1101907036462462234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=1101907036462462234' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This one is for a beautiful and glamorous friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the end of love or life&lt;br /&gt;there´s still a path for us to walk&lt;br /&gt;nothing can change what we are&lt;br /&gt;no one worths enough to hide in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom in love is not a virtue given to man&lt;br /&gt;please don´t expect us to live without lies&lt;br /&gt;don´t look back in pain the past is just regret&lt;br /&gt;just regret not to live a life full of what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes above everyone else&lt;br /&gt;melancholy has never been the right way&lt;br /&gt;it is just the happiness to be always sad&lt;br /&gt;now you know you´ll always have my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s no easy for a common man&lt;br /&gt;to realize the nature of your beauty&lt;br /&gt;don´t let that fade away your light&lt;br /&gt;the one that worths it won´t let you cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;Oh our queen won´t you shine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my queen i know you´ll always shine&lt;br /&gt;my queen you´ll shine forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;forever and a day, forever and a day&lt;br /&gt;you´ll shine forever and a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4397474675129222271?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4397474675129222271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4397474675129222271' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4397474675129222271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4397474675129222271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/forever-and-day.html' title='Forever and a Day'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-400160980350304716</id><published>2009-03-17T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:35:15.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Music In Our Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we danced in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like children in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only music in our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and silence around you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And it´s been a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;since i saw your last tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t use to miss things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what we are is what we´ll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we lost our tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do you feel worried, love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t mind about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it will be easier for us to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And all we need is our hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;to shake them when things turn bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always a little closer to our sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always a little deeper in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we rise from the ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;above pretty things and dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;above all the places we used to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;above all the things we don´t want to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we sailed to the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we anchored our hopes in the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and we danced and danced in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;only music inside our beautiful minds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-400160980350304716?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/400160980350304716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=400160980350304716' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/400160980350304716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/400160980350304716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-music-in-our-minds.html' title='Only Music In Our Minds'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-7024707131852084112</id><published>2009-03-11T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:46:54.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta Vez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay odio o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay alegría o dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay fatalidad o esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay sinceridad o mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay sueños o pesadillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay ilusiones o fantasías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay memorias o recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez no hay misterios o sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez, solo esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solo estas tu, como eres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez, solo esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Solo estoy yo, como soy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez, solo esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No hay nada alrededor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Esta vez, solo esta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las cosas son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como han sido siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Como en realidad son...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Vez'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-9055417875826267223</id><published>2009-03-03T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:49:23.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Felt Nothing Inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I was, i was on the middle of nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i saw nothing up in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i heard no more sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i felt nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was, it was like a shot in the head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything seems to be dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone seems to be insane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i felt nothing in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I walked, I walked and walked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with no direction in my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with no desires in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and i felt nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I, I felt nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nothing in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mothing, nothing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw decadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i saw sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And no sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no pity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no remorse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I, I felt nothing inside&lt;br /&gt;nothing in my mind&lt;br /&gt;nothing in my heart&lt;br /&gt;nothing, nothing on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-9055417875826267223?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/9055417875826267223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=9055417875826267223' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/9055417875826267223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/9055417875826267223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-felt-nothing-inside.html' title='I Felt Nothing Inside'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-2108206705777000397</id><published>2009-02-22T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:44:56.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobre Explorador de Estrellas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dió otro paso, adentrándose un poco mas en la noche, dejando que ésta lo rodeara con sus largos y gentiles brazos. Mi mirada de pronto se topó con lo suya, y de alguna manera me di cuenta de que, en el fondo, no existía similitud alguna entre nosotros, a excepción de ese sentimiento que habitaba dentro los dos justo en ese momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Las estrellas. Si, siempre han sido las estrellas. Los cientos de contrastes que crean junto a la oscuridad de la noche, invisibles a los ojos, pero nunca al corazón, son la razón que despierta ese profundo e inexplicable sentimiento que él y yo compartimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Caminamos, cada uno en su propio camino, hacia su propio destino, pero siempre en la misma dirección, siempre con el mismo objetivo genérico pero no específico, cada uno con sus propios sueños, con sus propias limitaciones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Perdidos, cada uno en su tierra, en su universo, surcando los infinitos mares de la noche, siempre en busca de una nueva estrella, como si ésta nos fuera a llenar de vida, como si ésta nos fuera a traer una nueva esperanza. Las estrellas. Si, siempre han sido las estrellas las culpables de nuestra alegria, de nuestra dicha. Las estrellas. Si, siempre han sido las estrellas el centro de cada uno de nuestros universos alternos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Vivimos la noche buscando algo nuevo en el cielo. Soñamos los dias que habrán de venir, como si no hubiera sol entre los astros distantes y nuestro cielo. Recorremos incontables veces solo con los ojos el azul profundo que le da vida a nuestra vida. Somos esclavos del eterno resplandor que encierra todas nuestras ilsiones y fantasías, somos fieles amantes de la luz quee hace un poco menos negra nuestra insufrible oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Él en su universo y yo en el mío, él encerrado de aquel lado del espejo y yo encerrado de este lado del olvido, la misma esencia, la misma fantasía, el mismo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y al final del día, me envuelves con tus largos y gentiles brazos mientras surco el infinito mar de tu piel, perdido en la infinidad de estrellas que encierran los ojos que amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3729437492968893920-2108206705777000397?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/2108206705777000397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=2108206705777000397' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2108206705777000397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/2108206705777000397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/pobre-explorador-de-estrellas.html' title='Pobre Explorador de Estrellas'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-372661625311905602</id><published>2009-02-08T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:15:21.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The yellow moon up in the dark blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;made me realize you are always by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if everything turns black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if i get lost while life passes by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I only hear your words in the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;your essence is etched in my heart of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if the sun never shines again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if i fall down in the shades?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You know i love you although my life is full of mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you live in my mind even if i don´t mention your name every night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;every moment, every day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if someday i feel no more shame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Won´t you light my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;won´t you light my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you´ll always be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know you´ll always light my way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-372661625311905602?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/372661625311905602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-349529749584944824</id><published>2009-02-01T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T18:46:37.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackelin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La luz plateada del sol ilumina siempre tu camino y a cada paso que das la vida parece empezar, si supieras el amor que encierra el cielo cada vez que te atreves a suspirar…&lt;br /&gt;La noche en su verdad no hace más que decir tu hermoso nombre, cada vez que el mar canta en su hablar, si supieras el amor que encierra el cielo cada vez que te atreves a soñar…&lt;br /&gt;Las aguas del paraíso a tus pies siempre en cada amanecer como si no existiera la tranquilidad de la soledad, si supieras el amor que encierra el cielo cada vez que te atreves a mirar…&lt;br /&gt;Las emociones de la serenidad en el vértigo del atardecer cada vez que tus ojos se encuentran con los míos, si supieras el amor que el cielo encierra en mi corazón cada vez que estas frente a mi…&lt;br /&gt;No se describir el amor que encierra el cielo en mi pecho, en mi mente, en todo mi ser. Si supieras lo que desatas cada segundo que estas a mi lado, es irreal y relativo, como si todo se detuviera, o al contrario, todo volara cuando siento tu piel contra la mía, cuando tu aroma inunda mis sentidos, cuando tu voz llena mi espíritu, cuando estas entre mis brazos, cuando tu ser envuelve al mío en una infinidad de emociones. Cuando me haces tuyo, cuando no quiero más que pasar toda mi vida junto a ti…&lt;br /&gt;No sé como describir todo lo que siento por ti, se me ocurren miles de palabras, pero por más que me esfuerce, por más que busque, mi amor, así como el cielo, encierra todo su amor en tu nombre, Jackelin…&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/3729437492968893920-349529749584944824?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/349529749584944824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=349529749584944824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/349529749584944824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/349529749584944824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/02/jackelin.html' title='Jackelin'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4487814649137929983</id><published>2009-01-29T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:34:57.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Escenario Perfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La noche, la luna y el mar, el escenario perfecto. Kilómetros de distancia entre dos miradas que justo en ese momento, se encontraban en soledad. Aunque esta era una soledad relativa, porque, aunque el espacio era distinto el tiempo era el mismo. ¿Y qué es la noche sino la mas pura expresión de la verdad? ¿Y que es la luna sino la mas pura esperanza de una amistad eterna, de compañía eterna? ¿Y que es el mar sino el misterio mas grande e indefinible, a veces violento, a veces apacible? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buscamos las respuestas en lugares equivocados como los sueños, creyendo que la respuesta se encuentra en nuestro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;subconsciente&lt;/span&gt;, o peor aún, esperando que la divinidad se apiade de nosotros y nos ilumine, como si la vida fuera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; de sencilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buscamos las respuestas en personas equivocadas, justo como la persona que tenemos frente a nosotros, creyendo que la respuesta nos la dará cualquiera menos la persona que vemos todos los días frente al espejo, como si la vida fuera &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;así&lt;/span&gt; de sencilla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Soledad, compañía y misterio, el escenario perfecto, dos miradas que se encuentran a centímetros de la plenitud, exactamente al mismo tiempo, con el mismo sentimiento, atrapadas en el mismo pensamiento. Dos miradas que no necesitan estar juntas, para saber lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;han&lt;/span&gt; sido, lo que son y lo que serán. Dos miradas unidas por la complicidad. Dos miradas eternamente perdidas en la noche, bajo la luna y frente al mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;st&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3729437492968893920-4487814649137929983?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/4487814649137929983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=4487814649137929983' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4487814649137929983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/4487814649137929983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/el-escenario-perfecto.html' title='El Escenario Perfecto'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-8154104963510640788</id><published>2009-01-21T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:42:21.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternamente Espero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En tus ojos vive el amor&lt;br /&gt;en tu piel vive el deseo&lt;br /&gt;y eternamente espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente espero un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero un murmullo&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero una mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el viento vive tu aroma&lt;br /&gt;en el mar viven tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;y eternamente espero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eternamente espero una caricia&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero un beso&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero un solo momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;En tu esencia vive la noche&lt;br /&gt;En tu corazón vive el día&lt;br /&gt;Y eternamente espero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eternamente espero el sol&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero la luna&lt;br /&gt;eternamente espero estar a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;estar a tu lado un solo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-8154104963510640788?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/8154104963510640788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-341708371765638352</id><published>2009-01-14T12:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T13:29:57.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Gloria De Un Nuevo Amanecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cuando abrió los ojos, ella lo estaba observando. Por un lado se sintió confundido, ya que era la primera vez que veía esos ojos al amanecer, pero por otro lado estuvo ese sentimiento poco frecuente en la boca del estómago. Se levantó al baño y se lavó la cara para salir del letargo, y con el casi imperceptible sonido de las olas a lo lejos se contempló unos segundos en el espejo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después, regresó a la cama y se volvió a acostar al lado de ella, que, para ese momento, ya estaba volteada hacia el otro lado. Se acomodó en la cama y  puso el brazo alrededor de su cintura, jálandola un poco hacia él, inundándose de ese aroma tan particular y extrañamente agradable, luego, empezó a recorrer lentamente su espalda con los labios, hasta llegar a los hombros y, posteriormente a la base del cuello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después de unos momentos casi eternos ella volteó hacia el, lo miró a los ojos y a los labios, mientras el recorría su cuerpo con las manos, luego, el acercó lentamente su cara a la de ella y ella cerró los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No hubo miradas que juzgaran,  ni sonidos fuera de contexto, solo el imperceptible sonido de las olas poco antes de la salida del sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y la besó, la besó mientras ese sentimiento de confusión se desvanecía poco a poco, dejando solamente ese sentimiento poco frecuente en la boca del estomago, al que nosotros nos gusta llamarle amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-341708371765638352?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/341708371765638352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=341708371765638352' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/341708371765638352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/341708371765638352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-gloria-de-un-nuevo-amanecer.html' title='La Gloria De Un Nuevo Amanecer'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-3990644208790043985</id><published>2009-01-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:41:14.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Peor Que Pudo Haber Pasado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontrame en tu camino, tal vez, es lo peor que te pudo haber pasado. Quedarme en tu camino, tal vez, es lo peor que te pude haber hecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Que tus ojos se encontraran con los mios, haber cruzado palabra alguna sin importar cual fuera esta, sonreirme y sonreirte, tomarnos de la mano, llenarme de caricias, envolverte en mis brazos, besarnos hasta cansarnos, ahogarnos incontables veces en un mar de sudor fuera de dia o fuera de noche, amanecer agotados, creer que hay ciertas cosas que pueden ser eternas, hablar de soledades compartidas, pensar que no hay nadie mejor para ti o pensar que no hay alguien mejor que yo y objetarlo sin convicción, tal vez es lo peor que te pude haber hecho, lo peor que te pudo haber pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lagrimas, ríos de lagrimas, tal vez sin sentido aunque no sin sentimiento, aunque no sin sufrimiento, lagrimas que me persiguen, lagrimas que me duelen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Encontrame en tu camino, tal vez, es lo peor que te pudo haber pasado. Quedarme en tu camino, tal vez, es lo peor que te pude haber hecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/3729437492968893920-3990644208790043985?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/3990644208790043985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=3990644208790043985' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3990644208790043985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/3990644208790043985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/lo-peor-que-pudo-haber-pasado.html' title='Lo Peor Que Pudo Haber Pasado'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6808286406270226168</id><published>2009-01-06T14:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:34:22.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal River</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The night is falling in pieces upon us all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;life and death, love and hate in our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;all we have is a choice inside our heads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turn up the sun, we cannot shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;feel the rtyhmn, while you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;maybe tomorrow it will be too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Look at the sky, look at someone´s eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;find in the dark all that you´ve left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tear all your deepest fear´s temples down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are no more mysteries in a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or in the endless labyrinths of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everything depends if it´s day or night...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6808286406270226168?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6808286406270226168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6808286406270226168' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6808286406270226168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6808286406270226168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2009/01/metal-river.html' title='Metal River'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6965333561648931834</id><published>2008-12-26T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:52:34.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo Que Escribimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Leerte es sumamente sencillo, escucharte no tanto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A veces me da la impresión de que tu y yo somos personas que logran sacar lo que tienen dentro a través de la escritura, lo cual me parece extraordinario. Ahora bien, creo que tenemos dos problemas, los cuales estoy totalmente seguro que antes de que yo me diera cuenta de ellos, tu ya lo habias hecho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;El primero es que nos encanta el sentido figurado, disfrazamos todo tipo de sentimientos y pensamientos con colores, paisajes, personajes, luz, oscuridad, miradas, sonrisas, complicidades y demás, pero rara vez, muy rara vez lo hacemos de manera literal. ¿Por que? No lo sé, pero así es nuestra forma de ser y de escribir y creeme que lo disfruto. Disfruto el tratar de encontrar todo tipo de cosas en lo que escribes y disfruto el que tu lo hagas con lo que escribo. En lo personal es enriquecedor y divertido, sobre todo cuando construimos historias juntos, lo cual para mi, es un reto del cual aprendo y del cual estoy enamorado, aunque no siempre sea fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nuestro segundo problema es mucho mas sencillo y complejo a la vez. Cada vez a menos gente le gusta leer, y mucho menos tratar de comprender lo que leen, porque en realidad lo que queremos decir, lo decimos entre lineas, y eso lo vuleve mas complicado para quien, de por si, no esta acostumbrado a leer cosas que escondemos detrás de lo que escribimos. A muchos puede no gustarles, a otros, tal vez les parezca un poco complicado, y algunos otros, pueden pensar que son cosas sin sentido, o simplemente, que estamos algo dañados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Si, tenemos dos problemas y ni que hacerle, en realidad no nos importa tanto, lo que nos hace felices es escribir, el que alguien lo comprenda o trate de comprenderlo para nosotros es pura miel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es fácil leerte, escuchate no tanto, y es igual conmigo, expresar lo que expresamos, para nosotros, no está en lo que hablamos, está en lo que escribimos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&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/3729437492968893920-6965333561648931834?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6965333561648931834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6965333561648931834' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6965333561648931834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6965333561648931834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/lo-que-escribimos.html' title='Lo Que Escribimos'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-6540344082373459065</id><published>2008-12-19T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:04:17.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lento Como el Sufrimiento</title><content type='html'>Entonces me levanto sediento en medio de un rió&lt;br /&gt;Un rió de aguas dulces que no traen mas que pensamientos amargos&lt;br /&gt;Me levanto de una nube cargada de agua&lt;br /&gt;Agua que en lugar de saciarme, me llena más de sed&lt;br /&gt;No me es posible ir más allá de este paradigma&lt;br /&gt;Este paradigma que, aunque ya rebasado, solo hace sangrar más mi alma&lt;br /&gt;Como si cayera en un abismo infinito en la soledad de la locura&lt;br /&gt;Un montón de razones y convicciones que jamás han sido escuchadas&lt;br /&gt;Una inmensa ola de palabras que llenan la playa de desechos incomprensibles&lt;br /&gt;Como langostas que devoran  los campos de humildad&lt;br /&gt;Cuando los tiempos tienden a ser buenos&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay algo que detiene al convencimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo desear que sueño un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño eterno de lugares jamás encontrados&lt;br /&gt;Una luz, después de una lagrima derramada sin sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;No hay nada mejor que un viejo vicio&lt;br /&gt;Un viejo vicio que tal vez jamás haya sido nuestro&lt;br /&gt;La fe no es más que el querer creer&lt;br /&gt;Y yo creo que no se a que tenerle fe&lt;br /&gt;Perdido, encontrado, olvidado y recordado&lt;br /&gt;Alabado, escupido, odiado y amado&lt;br /&gt;Un sin fin de ilusiones e ilusiones sin fin&lt;br /&gt;La vida solamente es vida&lt;br /&gt;Y los humanos no somos más que humanos&lt;br /&gt;Increíblemente estúpido, tal vez&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sigo sin saber en que creer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llorar por llorar y vivir por vivir&lt;br /&gt;Escondido siempre en las sombras&lt;br /&gt;Respirar por respirar, muero por morir&lt;br /&gt;Solo ante la verdad y debajo del negro cielo&lt;br /&gt;Un cántaro lleno de virtudes hechas tierra&lt;br /&gt;Aquello que llamamos esperanza ya ha quedado atrás&lt;br /&gt;El sol de los caídos imperante en el sosiego&lt;br /&gt;Sobre el lago de los esclavos la libertad suspendida en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;La pureza de la luna y la sabiduría del mar&lt;br /&gt;Caminos recorridos sin descansar&lt;br /&gt;Amo caminar sin tener algo en que pensar&lt;br /&gt;De día, de noche, en el frió o el calor&lt;br /&gt;Una mañana de lluvia en medio del dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encadenado al espejo, no encuentro más que olvido&lt;br /&gt;Y olvido recordar que los recuerdos pueden ser olvidados&lt;br /&gt;Veo un pobre rey criollo en su trono de inmundicia&lt;br /&gt;Presumiendo orgulloso su opaca corona de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Con su barato atuendo todo color rojo sangre&lt;br /&gt;En su asqueroso reino meramente imaginario&lt;br /&gt;La tierra sigue y seguirá girando&lt;br /&gt;Duermas o no, no te estaremos esperando&lt;br /&gt;Mirar hacia adelante en todo momento&lt;br /&gt;El pasado no es más que arrepentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Arrepentimiento o remordimiento&lt;br /&gt;Poco a poco todos morimos lento&lt;br /&gt;Lento, lento como el sufrimiento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-6540344082373459065?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/6540344082373459065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=6540344082373459065' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6540344082373459065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/6540344082373459065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/lento-como-el-sufrimiento.html' title='Lento Como el Sufrimiento'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-5630502661529576750</id><published>2008-12-16T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:37:21.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar También en Sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Abrió los ojos y ella estaba ahí a su lado, dormida todavía. La contempló maravillado durante algunos segundos, un poco mas por la suerte de tenerla a su lado que por su deslumbrante belleza. Después, acarició su cara y el costado de su cuerpo con la suavidad necesaria para no despertarla, para no sacarla de aquel sueño en el cual ella estaba inmersa y en el cual a él le hubiera gustado estar presente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Siguió contemplándola unos segundos mas, tal vez minutos, con la convicción cada vez mas sólida, de  estar contemplando a la persona que ama, y se sintió seguro a su lado. Su respiración era profunda y tranquila, ella &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parecía&lt;/span&gt; estar suspendida a la mitad del cielo, rodeada de fuego, su aroma no era conocido y nunca lo sería, porque ese aroma tan fascinante solamente le pertenecía a ella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Acercó su cara hacia la de ella, por un momento cerró los ojos y respiró profundamente, como queriendo atrapar en su mente el aroma de la mujer que ama, y después, beso suavemente sus labios, esos labios que le &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;habían&lt;/span&gt; enseñado que un beso puede ser un poco mas que vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;La volvió a contemplar y recorrió otra vez su cálido cuerpo, después, sonrió brevemente y cerró los ojos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;también&lt;/span&gt; tenerla en sueños...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;st&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/3729437492968893920-5630502661529576750?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/5630502661529576750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=5630502661529576750' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/5630502661529576750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/5630502661529576750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/amar-tambin-en-sueos.html' title='Amar También en Sueños'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-156892034905478559</id><published>2008-12-15T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T11:45:44.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Premonición</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoy es uno de esos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; donde, al momento de abrir los ojos en la mañana, sabes a ciencia cierta que algo va a pasar, no sabes si tarde o temprano, si hoy, mañana, la semana o el mes que entra, pero estas totalmente seguro de que va a pasar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Y hoy, justamente, me pasó a mi. No sé cuando pasará pero se que va a pasar, es cuestión de tiempo, y para ser sincero tengo la esperanza de que no pase nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tengo la esperanza, nada mas, porque si todo este rollo del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;karma&lt;/span&gt; y de la justicia divina es totalmente cierto, pasará sin lugar a dudas. Yo lo hice una vez, no sin razón pero lo hice, entonces la pregunta es... ¿Si yo lo hice, hay alguna razón para que no me lo hagan a mi, estando en la misma circunstancia?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;st&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/3729437492968893920-156892034905478559?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/feeds/156892034905478559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3729437492968893920&amp;postID=156892034905478559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/156892034905478559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3729437492968893920/posts/default/156892034905478559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoy-es-uno-de-esos-das-donde-al-momento.html' title='Premonición'/><author><name>P.St.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01383868179997359703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_k2Rogb00yqI/SHaPCAr7whI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Unmt4XA4j1Y/S220/stargazer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3729437492968893920.post-4440067908313791824</id><published>2008-12-12T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:07:35.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I´ll Never Change For Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll never change for anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if i´m high or i´m down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not for prayers in the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if i feel i´m about to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My face will remain the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if i´m calm or i´m insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you will never see it change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if i´m in front of a tidal wave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll never beg for forgiveness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if this is the road i chose to follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if i fall down in loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll never feel remorse or sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll never cry a single tear to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what i´ve been is what i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my words were and are the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my life and dreams i will not change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll never lie about myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i don´t need to feel accepted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll never hide behind a mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if you want me to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I´ll never love if i don´t want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll never be what i don´t like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll never hate i´m not that kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i´ll never change for anyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;p.st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3729437492968893920-4440067908313791824?l=lascaguamasdemolkas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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