<?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-2690841247848139739</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:49:23.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic7day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352658571863676194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/Skh2nIviVSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/psppmEz-HDk/s320/002-h1n1-bye-bye-birdie-by-cryptorchid%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando te conocí surgió en mi corazón un anhelo un anhelo de vida que me hacia feliz pero todo eso terminó ya no me tiembla el cuerpo cuando te veo tus palabras ya no me roban suspiros y yo recuerdo esa promesa pues sigue muy presente en mi corazón y yo no te prometí amor eterno yo me prometí que por mas dolor que esto te causara iba a ser sincera contigo siemprey que, cuando este amor ya no viviera en mi corazón tu lo sabrías desgraciadamente el momento ha llegado el amor se acabo espero que lo comprendas, espero que busques a alguien mas y si quieres razones de mi decisión las tendrás por mas duras que sean no hay alguien mas, eso te puedo asegurar pero quizá algún día lo haya espero volver a encontrar el amor como algún día lo conocí a tu lado pero ahora que ya no te amo lo mejor es separarnospero me quedo con tu recuerdo me quedo con lo que fuimosfue algo tan bello que por que arruinarlo por que esperar a que esto termine mal si hasta ahora a sido tan maravilloso prefiero que ese gran amor que hubo me deje con las ganas de volver a encontrar el amor esta decisión ya esta tomada lo estuvo desde que tus besos eran solo besos y no momentos maravillosos que vivirían en mi por siempre no pretendo que me olvides... pero se que el tiempo cura hasta la mas profunda herida, no trates de forzar el amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-4067828419717471583?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/Skh2nIviVSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/psppmEz-HDk/s72-c/002-h1n1-bye-bye-birdie-by-cryptorchid%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-6475879843041939656</id><published>2009-06-16T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T23:54:34.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SjiS43tj6EI/AAAAAAAAAKc/-YxhpHEaDcQ/s1600-h/1150829559_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" 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center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Finjo sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Pero en realidad soy frágil como si estubiera hecha de hielo, que se derrite y mil lágrimas caen en el suelo, que vaga por las calles en busca de su sueño, que grita y se castiga, que se maldice y se odia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-6475879843041939656?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/6475879843041939656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=6475879843041939656' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-7813659986897686416</id><published>2009-06-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:02:49.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofía del lobO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SjhcWyP05BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XDuVvM0ktRY/s1600-h/1209401600_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SjhcWyP05BI/AAAAAAAAAKU/XDuVvM0ktRY/s400/1209401600_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348126104017495058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Respeta a los Ancianos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Educa a los Jóvenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Coopera con el Grupo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Juega cuando Puedas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Caza cuando Debas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Descansa en el Transcurso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Comparte tus Afeccsiones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Expresa tus sentimientos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Deja tu Marca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-7813659986897686416?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/7813659986897686416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=7813659986897686416' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/7813659986897686416'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-7601408399168708784</id><published>2009-06-15T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:56:27.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SjX-Ee3j1aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eqIZkxslhM8/s1600-h/1410044825_045b591bba_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SjX-Ee3j1aI/AAAAAAAAAKM/eqIZkxslhM8/s400/1410044825_045b591bba_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347459485531362722" border="0" /&gt;Dicen que no ahi mejor medicina para el dolor, que el amor y la dulsura...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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dos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pude sostenerlo mas&lt;br /&gt;y al final todo se derrumbo&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/2690841247848139739-642264104487963193?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/642264104487963193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=642264104487963193' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/642264104487963193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/642264104487963193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZl5vSNjxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3RwcRP8CPWU/s1600-h/1238316629636_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZl5vSNjxI/AAAAAAAAAJs/3RwcRP8CPWU/s400/1238316629636_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338566450914103058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cuando cae la noche y se perfuma el ambiente&lt;br /&gt;espero tras mi ventana verte llegar&lt;br /&gt;cuando el dia pasa lentamente&lt;br /&gt;miro a la gente indiferente andar&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo pienso en usted&lt;br /&gt;la persona que me saco de mi error&lt;br /&gt;quien me hizo recordar lo k solia ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volviste inspiracion *-*&lt;br /&gt;principe mio eramos dos kienes&lt;br /&gt;perdidos en un mundo inmenso&lt;br /&gt;y extraño...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amante mio&lt;br /&gt;sabes cuando deseo tus dulces labios&lt;br /&gt;cada dia me guardo para ti&lt;br /&gt;cada noche espero solo mirarte a ti&lt;br /&gt;te amo como nunk crei amar&lt;br /&gt;aki ante mis ojos la inspiracion&lt;br /&gt;volvio a llegar&lt;br /&gt;te amo como a nadie ame..&lt;br /&gt;espero k este inicio nunk&lt;br /&gt;tenga un feliz final&lt;br /&gt;mejor un inconcluso mañana&lt;br /&gt;y un dia mas de felicidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ich liebe dich meine herz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-4723053871967790107?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/4723053871967790107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=4723053871967790107' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-3162446618965758293</id><published>2009-05-22T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T01:32:26.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZi23SP4_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZpdgsV5iW-8/s1600-h/Untitled+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZi23SP4_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ZpdgsV5iW-8/s400/Untitled+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338563102987248626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando me recuesto y soplo la vela mis ojos se cierran tan rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;que olvido por un instante que estoy muriendo...&lt;br /&gt;si llegara a desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;guarda mi recuerdo por  siempre&lt;br /&gt;en tu memoria....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-3162446618965758293?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/3162446618965758293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=3162446618965758293' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/3162446618965758293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/3162446618965758293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZgkR0DAPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Nw4MNgjA7vs/s1600-h/love+lobitos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZgkR0DAPI/AAAAAAAAAI0/Nw4MNgjA7vs/s400/love+lobitos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338560584667562226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun recuerdo akel dia en el k por error nuestros caminos se cruzaron,&lt;br /&gt;aun recuerdo el dia en el k por aburricion tu y y o conversamos&lt;br /&gt;aunk parecia k vivia mi vida era una inmensa agonya&lt;br /&gt;aunk parecia k reia todo era no mas k una viciada mentira&lt;br /&gt;no se ni en que momento paso, pero comenzaste a cambiar todo&lt;br /&gt;estabas ahi en las buenas y en las malas apollandome sin k se lo pidiera&lt;br /&gt;cuando comence a amarte tube miedo de no agradarte mas&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora k estoy con vos y lo comienzo a conocer un poco mejor&lt;br /&gt;me doy cuenta del gran hombre k es , es dulce y amable, siempre estas aki para levantarme...&lt;br /&gt;amor espero k aunk pase mucho mucho tiempo siga siendo&lt;br /&gt;igual nuestra relacion, la verdad se k me falta muchisimo por conocer&lt;br /&gt;de usted, si vos me abre su corazon espero aprender mas de vos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-1073431624715166127?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/1073431624715166127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=1073431624715166127' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-4882288317771459705</id><published>2009-05-22T00:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T00:54:02.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL GUERRERO SIEMPRE SE LEVANTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZZ9k5p0_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/939qzxgFmOQ/s1600-h/Valkyrie_by_OmeN2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZZ9k5p0_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/939qzxgFmOQ/s400/Valkyrie_by_OmeN2501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338553322706686962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Por mas pesimista sean las cosas&lt;br /&gt;y por mas complicada k se vea la batalla&lt;br /&gt;me levantare seguire mi camino&lt;br /&gt;puede ser cruel, puede ser largo&lt;br /&gt;muchas  otras me sentire derrotado&lt;br /&gt;en el fondo del frio fango...&lt;br /&gt;pero siempre se persevera&lt;br /&gt;aunk muchos digan que la batalla esta perdida&lt;br /&gt;y que jamas sobreviviras&lt;br /&gt;lucha y percevera como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Aunque nadie reconosca tu esfuerzo,&lt;br /&gt;lucha y percevera&lt;br /&gt;En el camino donde se rindieron los debiles&lt;br /&gt;almenos no kedaras tirado&lt;br /&gt;al menos tu podras contestarles&lt;br /&gt;eh perdido mas batallas de las&lt;br /&gt;que eh ganado pero aun asi nunk&lt;br /&gt;me eh retirado asi k eh ganado mas&lt;br /&gt;experiencia conocimiento y sabiduria&lt;br /&gt;cosas inbaluables k algun dia&lt;br /&gt;me llevaran a alcanzar la gloria&lt;br /&gt;y la victoria....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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LEVANTA'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShZZ9k5p0_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/939qzxgFmOQ/s72-c/Valkyrie_by_OmeN2501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-3821554739506892107</id><published>2009-05-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:10:55.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTT6LPKZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xVwx6ixCXUU/s1600-h/1205875192_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTT6LPKZCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/xVwx6ixCXUU/s400/1205875192_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338124454743139362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi vida es un completo desperdicio, me siento tan pero tan vacia, me siento tan pero tan sola&lt;br /&gt;que no se k hacer, odio mi vida y no se k hacer, la frustracion me inunda soy una buena para nada&lt;br /&gt;cada dia es mas aburrido y vacio k el anterior , no ahi nada k me salve esta es la vida k me toco y ya&lt;br /&gt;no la soporto, mis padres , mi casa, algunas de las personas k conosco se me hacen tan molestas ahora, no ahi nadie con kien hablar como es facil desir k kieres a alguien, pero a la hora que estas mal no hacen nada mas k mirar por incomodidad, k caso tiene todoo, ?¿?&lt;br /&gt;suena pesimista, pero tube mucha paciencia demaciada kisas , y todo sigue igual no tengo un espacio para mi, no salgo , y me la paso enjaulada en esa estupida escuela...&lt;br /&gt;kiero .... simplemente cosas imposibles estoy exausta de luchar, no soporto mas k caso tiene continuar con vida.... si es patetica mi existencia...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En estos mismos momentos a nadie le importo, a kien le importaria alguien tan patetica como sho&lt;br /&gt;se k nadie se tomara la molestia de leer todo esto ....&lt;br /&gt;y lo mas triste es k es verdad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh perdido el deseo de vivir ...&lt;br /&gt;otra vez volvere a la simple y patetica indiferencia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-3821554739506892107?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/3821554739506892107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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ama, que es lo que la hizo llorar tantas noches encerrada, tantos recuerdos felices guardados en una sola alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aveces triste y muchas tantas desolada&lt;br /&gt;como esperar que explikes tantos anehlos y sueños sin cumplirce&lt;br /&gt;como esperar que me grites tantas cosas que escondiste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-7084298140664368329?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/7084298140664368329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=7084298140664368329' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/7084298140664368329'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-7504937501920964189</id><published>2009-05-20T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:45:45.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA DAMA BAJO LA LLUVIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTOOhaehII/AAAAAAAAAIU/sS1yqeUqxFw/s1600-h/169013404_TNOHJLGVSAOVIBM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTOOhaehII/AAAAAAAAAIU/sS1yqeUqxFw/s400/169013404_TNOHJLGVSAOVIBM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338118207223792770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cada noshe mientras miro la luna&lt;br /&gt;evoco a los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;k me inundad y oprimen mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;k pareciera k va a estallar&lt;br /&gt;aquellos frios recuerdos de&lt;br /&gt;aquel guerrero nocturno&lt;br /&gt;que cautivo a esta pobre dama&lt;br /&gt;mortal, sumergiendola en un mar&lt;br /&gt;de confucion , aun recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;aquella noche en la cual intentando escapar&lt;br /&gt;de mi tormento sali corriendo&lt;br /&gt;bajo la tormenta, a llorarte&lt;br /&gt;a ti y a nadie&lt;br /&gt;solo a ti como a nadie&lt;br /&gt;la dama bajo la lluvia kien era&lt;br /&gt;kien implorando a los dioses&lt;br /&gt;kerian a su guerrero de&lt;br /&gt;regreso la dama bajo la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;kien era??&lt;br /&gt;el mundo se havia derrumbado y todo&lt;br /&gt;havia kedado muy muy abajo&lt;br /&gt;de la lluvia y la tormenta...&lt;br /&gt;todos esos recuerdos surgen&lt;br /&gt;cada noche al mirar la hermosa&lt;br /&gt;luna, ps ella me acompaño en todas&lt;br /&gt;mis tormentosas noches de dolor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-7504937501920964189?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/7504937501920964189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=7504937501920964189' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/7504937501920964189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/7504937501920964189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-dama-bajo-la-lluvia.html' title='LA DAMA BAJO LA LLUVIA'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTOOhaehII/AAAAAAAAAIU/sS1yqeUqxFw/s72-c/169013404_TNOHJLGVSAOVIBM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-4371189995783349589</id><published>2009-05-20T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:30:20.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valkyrie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTKumBFW3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LlDJjJ4jwcU/s1600-h/516787219_AAMNDNLKVRUORKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTKumBFW3I/AAAAAAAAAH8/LlDJjJ4jwcU/s400/516787219_AAMNDNLKVRUORKY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338114360168766322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo busco valientes guerreros&lt;br /&gt;solo busco a akellos k estan dispues a morir&lt;br /&gt;valientemente sin temor y con orgullo&lt;br /&gt;a aquellos guerreros que caen y se levantan&lt;br /&gt;para continuar con su lucha&lt;br /&gt;por honor y gloria esperando&lt;br /&gt;la entrada al Valhalla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pateticos alfeñiques como tu&lt;br /&gt;acaso no ves lo k eres&lt;br /&gt;mirate eres patetico&lt;br /&gt;sin un poco de honor&lt;br /&gt;no esperes la gloria&lt;br /&gt;y menos espere k llegue por ti&lt;br /&gt;tu no eres un guerrero ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entiende&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi guerrero&lt;br /&gt;tengo mi camino&lt;br /&gt;y tu no estas en el ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-4371189995783349589?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/4371189995783349589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=4371189995783349589' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/4371189995783349589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/4371189995783349589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SQgRKOrfreI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nNlZPIUnIVo/s1600-h/Genial.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262475032019316194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SQgRKOrfreI/AAAAAAAAAHA/nNlZPIUnIVo/s400/Genial.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-5680785474966304776?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/5680785474966304776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=5680785474966304776' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-5483517899696058804</id><published>2008-08-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T00:24:44.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vacia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SK0YIIFQtoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lIp7snW1xDk/s1600-h/lago.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236868469589325442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SK0YIIFQtoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lIp7snW1xDk/s400/lago.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada dia es peor este sentimiento de odio k dia a dia crece dentro de mi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;marchitando mi vida y mi alegria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;odio.. tantas cosas y mas de mi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ú.ù odio ser yoo¡¡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simplemente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NADIE EN ESPECIAL....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-5483517899696058804?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/5483517899696058804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=5483517899696058804' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/5483517899696058804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/5483517899696058804'/><link rel='alternate' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SJ8Wq30TRKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JJJr4uTX_Xw/s1600-h/sueÃ±o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232926217821439138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SJ8Wq30TRKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JJJr4uTX_Xw/s400/sue%C3%B1o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anoche tube el mas de los locos sueños, y otra vez soñe contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por k cuando comienzo a olvidarte me haces esto &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi sueño fue extraño soñe k yo viajaba al pasado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y llebaba a mis ayudantes, su mision era k tu te enamoraras de mi jajajaja k loco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo te veaia pero como eras hace 3 años&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y estabas con ella, nosotros ya sabiamos todo lo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k iba a suceder pues veiamos del futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y yo tenia cantidades descomunales de dinero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y en k estaba gastando mi fortuna&lt;br /&gt;ps en agradarte , te compraba muchos regalos costosos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y incluso tubimos una cita acambio de poner dinero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a ti y a tu novia para no recuerdo k cosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero ps asi transcurrio el tiempo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y llego el dia en k ella te dejaria plop yo ya estaba perdiendo la partida en ese momento corri como loka por &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo el lugar entre calles y veia varios &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;coches, cuando menos lo queria empece a despertar y soñe k despertaba y corria y tomaba mi celular lo abria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahi estaban guardadas las fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;k te tome cuando estabas desprevenido en el sueño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu centado en el cesped verde en una pose muy linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensando simplemente *-* k guay &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero despues de eso desperte de verdad ú_ù&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por k tube k soñar contigo... cuando se supone k ya te havia olvidado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-484878505922686211?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/484878505922686211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=484878505922686211' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/484878505922686211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/484878505922686211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/2008/08/sueo.html' 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type='text'>Sentimientos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiH-tvO70I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aEw24bvn8T0/s1600-h/rotos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217569679808065346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiH-tvO70I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aEw24bvn8T0/s320/rotos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como kisiera por un dia dejar de sentirtodo esto k llevo y guardo con tantodesprecio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No me gusta sentir, odio, odio mi forma de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no me gusta k cada dia llueva y k un dia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;soleado se conbierta en el mas gris y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nublado, trate de ser alguien k no soy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trate de fingir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sonrreir cada momento en k me siento mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero eso se va convtiendo en una pesada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;carga con el paso del tiempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me estoy undiendo lentamentey no ahi nadie aki...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;un pekeño destello a la lejania pero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;si se extingue esa vela y su luz se apaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mi corazon morira y perdera la pocacalidez k recupero...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tengo miedo a perderlo k tonta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como puedo perder algo k nunk tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Editar" onclick="'return" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/5359818976519429675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentimientos.html' title='Sentimientos?'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiH-tvO70I/AAAAAAAAAE4/aEw24bvn8T0/s72-c/rotos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-8841216699210961520</id><published>2008-06-29T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T00:02:05.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EFIMERO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiE4blmCMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/c6LTnkKIB5A/s1600-h/1190676485_f%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217566273321699522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiE4blmCMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/c6LTnkKIB5A/s320/1190676485_f%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En un frio cementerio, se encontraba sobre una lapida sentadamirando hacia el lugubre orisonte akella joven dama, su tez era palida y sus labios frios se encontraban, el viento suavemente parecia susurar akella nostalgica historia....Al son de las hojas la joven comenso a recordar akel frio invierno k no olvidaria jamas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;una joven abre sus ojos y se mira en su destendida cama... suelta un suspiro y mira por su ventana, dulcemente cambia su mirada y la dirije hacia el otro lado de la cama, en el lecho yace un joven - amor despierta, amor despierta-, ella lo llamo asi por un rato pero el no abria sus ojos- Marcos despierta por favor ¡¡¡ despierta ¡¡- comenso a sentir panico comenso a sentir miedo, sarandeandole cada vez con mas desesperacion, - por k no abres los ojos??¡¡ marcos¡¡¡-Algo la hizo detenerce en seco, noto k en la habitacion algo andaba mas k mal, el suelo pareciera estar cubierto de todo un lago carmin...- Pero k es esto...? No entiendo...- dijo en un tono muy bajo..salio de la cama... y miro un desastre... la casa estaba hecho un asco desde la cosina hasta el baño simplemente kien abria hesho algo tan brutal, por k demonios k havia pasado, penso k seguramente alguien le havia hesho algo muy malo a su amadoCorrio con desesperacion nuevamente a la havitacion y se acerco a su niño amado , - marcus pero k te han hesho??...- ella se sentia desgarrada alguien se abia atrevido a arrevatarle lo k mas amaba, kito las suaves sabanas de el y su sorpresa fue grande al ver k el estaba bn...-Pero... que esta pasando...?- Acaso era un mal sueño, acaso esk aun no havia despertado y se encontraba simplemente soñando...De un momento a otro marcus abrio los ojos, ella salto sobre el y lo abrazo -amor ¡¡¡¡ amor ¡¡¡ no se k diantres pasa ve este desastre, yo crei k te havia pasado algo.. k alivio k estes bn - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El joven sonrrio y por su rostro una lagrima rodo, - con k si paso de verdad...- susurro, - yo termine con todo tu dolor, no es asi? Dalia ¡¡¡ yo termine con todo... -, Dalia algo extrañada contesto - tu sabes bien k desde k te conosi todo sufrimiento se termino, Te amo '¡¡¡ es por eso k te amo Marcos -,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El se levanto y camino hacia afuera de la havitacion, - por mi culpa no tendras la posibilida de ser feliz ¡¡¡ - , Dalia le contesto - Te equibocas no importa cuantas veces digas eso sabes k no es verdad fuiste lo mejor k me pudo pasar, pero explicame por favor k fue lo k hiciste k fue lo k paso por k todo esta asi lleno de sangre aki -.Marcus mirando todo a su alrrededor, - esk k estupides tan grande cometi...- susurro mientras el llanto se hacia notar, sallio al jardin y ahi se encontraba el inerte cuerpo de la joven Dalia sin vida con un gran semblante de tristeza..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nooo¡¡¡¡¡ Nooooo¡¡¡¡¡¡ pero k esta pasando aki esa soy yo...pero k me has hesho???¡¡¡ -marcos abrazaba el cuerpo de la joven con fuerza perdoname , perdoname ...- llorando desia.Dalia recordo todo lo sucedido, el la havia matado a sangre fria ella pidio piedad y le rogo por k la dejara viva y el se escuso en k asi ella no sufriria mas , no soportaba verla asi siempre tan infeliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El cuerpo de la joven fue llevado por akella fria verda a akel cementerio en el k ahora su alma llacia vagando...no pudo conseguir el descanso eterno despues de tener tan roto el corazon...solo el viento k susurra esa triste historia de amordonde akel k le juro amor y proteccion fue el k al final la mato ...dejandola sumergida en un gran dolor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TUS PALABRAS TAMBIEN MATAN...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='EFIMERO'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGiE4blmCMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/c6LTnkKIB5A/s72-c/1190676485_f%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-6012674302834885110</id><published>2008-06-28T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:23:01.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGXmmH7NSYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wYvbV04rvUs/s1600-h/163889381_ESOKKQFVSUBDAGW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216829286015388034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGXmmH7NSYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wYvbV04rvUs/s320/163889381_ESOKKQFVSUBDAGW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El es irreal... como puedo hacerlo real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;El es irreal, No puedo hacerlo real...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;simplemente inalcanzable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como todos mis demas sueños...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Unreal...'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGXmmH7NSYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wYvbV04rvUs/s72-c/163889381_ESOKKQFVSUBDAGW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-1959282548123987477</id><published>2008-06-25T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:00:35.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGM4NWAQnTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdBbgxg3GE/s1600-h/177371974_NYEUDFNDTKGHVPD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216074595321290034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGM4NWAQnTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdBbgxg3GE/s320/177371974_NYEUDFNDTKGHVPD.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy en esta noche hermosa veo tu silueta&lt;br /&gt;esa silueta que al verla me hace sentir nervioso&lt;br /&gt;¿que te digo, que hago, como te explico?&lt;br /&gt;como te explico que por ti yo me muero&lt;br /&gt;hoy en esta noche tan hermonsa&lt;br /&gt;veo tu rostro que me hace pensar&lt;br /&gt;pensar en como hacerte feliz&lt;br /&gt;en verte sonreir, en verte reir&lt;br /&gt;hoy en esta luna hermosa pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;y me siento infeliz de no poder estar junto ati&lt;br /&gt;quisiera abrazarte y besarte&lt;br /&gt;pero por ahora tendre que dejarte...&lt;br /&gt;o,o pues que bueno que te la hayas pasado bien hoy x3 me alegra saber que te aun que no pude ser yo alguien te dio felicidad por un dia n,n te dedico ese pequeño poema espero que te agrade cuidate mucho n_n yo me retiro au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-1959282548123987477?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/1959282548123987477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=1959282548123987477' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/1959282548123987477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/1959282548123987477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/2008/06/leskai-escribio-esto-y-lo-kiero-guardar.html' title='...'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SGM4NWAQnTI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/lXdBbgxg3GE/s72-c/177371974_NYEUDFNDTKGHVPD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-7984509634594688421</id><published>2008-06-22T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:53:47.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mizore shirayuki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 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/&gt;sintiendo el frio&lt;br /&gt;pero no se compara&lt;br /&gt;con el frio k siento&lt;br /&gt;en mi ya muy alicaido corazon&lt;br /&gt;me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;anoche antes de dormir&lt;br /&gt;en la oscura habitacion&lt;br /&gt;que simplemente&lt;br /&gt;aunk lo niegue en momentos&lt;br /&gt;y trate de aparentar k no importas&lt;br /&gt;lo eres todo para mi&lt;br /&gt;puse un candado en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;para k nadie tocara mi corazonpero&lt;br /&gt;k tonta soy&lt;br /&gt;kisiera k alguien tubiera la llave&lt;br /&gt;y me kitara todo este dolor..&lt;br /&gt;soy una tonta&lt;br /&gt;no mas k una pordiosera&lt;br /&gt;mendingando un poco&lt;br /&gt;de tu amor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-8565059859774029274?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;div&gt;estirada al otro lado de mi veguenza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toda la tormenta y el dolor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me atravesaban y me cubrió&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me encantaria hacer cualquier cosa para tenerla para mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo tenerla para mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aora no se que hacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se que hace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando ella me hace entristecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella es todo para mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;un sueño no respondido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;una cancion que nadie canta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la irrealizable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ella es el mito en el que creo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todo lo que necesito para hacerla real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es una razon mas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se que hacer&lt;br /&gt;no se que hacer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando ella me hace entristecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;no dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy obstáculo en mi garganta, extrangula &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volver en pedazos que no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo no quiero ser eso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero no dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mí &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mí &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dejaré que esto crezca dentro de mí &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ella no es real...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No puedo hacerla real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-419623538888816598?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFzDIffRAMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Kq_f9OUm-6o/s72-c/1212599161_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-226778546502178895</id><published>2008-06-21T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T00:25:36.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TE EXTRAÑO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFystQ2wZuI/AAAAAAAAADA/kzmjnXvMCSw/s1600-h/5687.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214232362206914274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFystQ2wZuI/AAAAAAAAADA/kzmjnXvMCSw/s320/5687.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;se k vos no sabra &lt;div&gt;lo musho k lo eh extrañado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy me siento algo triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por k te extraño&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;odio ponerme asi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;odio sentirlo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por k vos ni si kiera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sabe k sho existo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero sigo sola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde k se fue vos no eh estado mas k sola.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cargando con todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin naaaada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni nadie como lo extrañoo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi niño mio cuando era mio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y de nadie mas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recorde hoy tanto sobre vos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y se me parte cada vez este estupido corazon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo te kise como nadie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu aveces me kerias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero para mi era suficiente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;niño mio k estara haciendo en estos momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mientras sho pienso en vos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2690841247848139739-226778546502178895?l=nostalgic7day.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/feeds/226778546502178895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2690841247848139739&amp;postID=226778546502178895' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/226778546502178895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2690841247848139739/posts/default/226778546502178895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic7day.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-extrao.html' title='TE EXTRAÑO...'/><author><name>nostalgic_day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06741898976313478752</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/ShTIsb3pFWI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-LW3nRwh78c/S220/247033972_OCVUCWTRFFERQMI.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFystQ2wZuI/AAAAAAAAADA/kzmjnXvMCSw/s72-c/5687.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2690841247848139739.post-4785863553592735808</id><published>2008-06-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:04:11.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN DIA SIN TI...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFtSB2kgMjI/AAAAAAAAACo/4wbYrouR_44/s1600-h/20070818212944-llantocallado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213851185393447474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="208" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFtSB2kgMjI/AAAAAAAAACo/4wbYrouR_44/s320/20070818212944-llantocallado.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Por k un dia sin ti&lt;br /&gt;seria el dia mas infeliz&lt;br /&gt;solo un dia sin ti&lt;br /&gt;significaria mas de un fin para mi&lt;br /&gt;el fin de mi sonrriza el fin&lt;br /&gt;de mis comienzos&lt;br /&gt;el fin de la vida y de los tiempos&lt;br /&gt;solo un por un dia sin ti ...&lt;br /&gt;el fin de mis comiensos&lt;br /&gt;solo por un dia sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces como puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;si ya esta marcado solo el fin&lt;br /&gt;pues llevo una vida sin ti...&lt;br /&gt;no ahi comienzo no ahi final&lt;br /&gt;simplemente la nada&lt;br /&gt;es lo que queda ya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFtUC-OT9OI/AAAAAAAAACw/5-JIMeA52TA/s320/death%2520of%2520Innocence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9xLohcifcg/SFtRICJrw-I/AAAAAAAAACg/6bq7AFBsO2o/s1600-h/death%20of%20Innocence.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta soleado pero llueve a mi alrrededor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;las aves parecen no cantar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por el camino k sigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el sol no brilla mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mis ojos lloran sangre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;al sentir tal atrocidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rodeada de un mar de sangre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y un valle de lamentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a la lejania miro a mis recuerdos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k se consumen en el frio fuego &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k arde abriendo y kemando &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;toda mi mente de nuevo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agonizante me encuentro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en este boske de eterno miedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siendo sometida por akellos monstruos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k alimentan mis miedos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en este frio mausoleopedire piedad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues junto a los muertos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kisiera el descanzo eterno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amado mio te perdi en este boske &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y no logro encontrarte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me acompaña siempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo la difusa esencia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;k mi memoria aguardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de tu recuerdo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;principe mio de la oscuridad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no escuchas mis desgarradores gritos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pareciera k mil lobos tragan mis entrañas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y aun asi no escushas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la sonata funebre cantar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espero por ti espero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en este lugar agonisante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en medio de profunda oscuridad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y completa soledad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;en medio de este frio mausoleo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;evocando a tu recuerdo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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