<?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-971695959544403617</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:23:27.284-08:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='en pausa'/><category term='fantasmas'/><category term='gracias por el fuego'/><category term='acrostico'/><category term='tormenta'/><category term='personal'/><category term='calma'/><category term='te quiero'/><category term='tristezas'/><category term='recuerdos'/><category term='poema'/><category term='prefiero'/><category term='incongruencia'/><category term='corazón'/><category term='game is over'/><category term='natalia'/><category term='para siempre'/><category term='despedida'/><category term='vino y mujeres'/><category term='laura'/><category term='inventario'/><category term='soledad'/><category term='amores imposibles'/><category term='vaya uno a saber'/><category term='lsrc'/><category term='breve'/><category term='balada'/><category term='desamores'/><category term='hasta nunca'/><category term='amores'/><title type='text'>reflexiones inconclusas</title><subtitle type='html'>un mundo de palabras que son solo mías y que nunca podrás quitarme</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-6967684707522306857</id><published>2010-06-22T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T17:50:50.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nociones de tí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Cuando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anhelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un buen día&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De pronto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inexplicablemente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aparece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485764789648275570" style="DISPLAY: block; 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float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SoC1TNlrj1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9jsPYZwNS6g/s320/1207760214_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368490097495478098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los tristes son como yo&lt;br /&gt;y tambien como tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vagan por el mundo contando&lt;br /&gt;la alegria de amar&lt;br /&gt;pero tambien&lt;br /&gt;la desventura de no saberse&lt;br /&gt;amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juegan a inventar palabras&lt;br /&gt;y escriben cosas como estas&lt;br /&gt;y se regalan promesas&lt;br /&gt;que nunca (solo en raras ocasiones )&lt;br /&gt;llegan a cumplir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los tristes son los otros&lt;br /&gt;aquellos que no me interesan&lt;br /&gt;porque solo&lt;br /&gt;me importan tú y tu vida&lt;br /&gt;la sonrisa que me alivia&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos que me matan&lt;br /&gt;aunque&lt;br /&gt;no me miren&lt;br /&gt;como los mios te miran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los tristes&lt;br /&gt;habitamos la tierra&lt;br /&gt;desde el inicio de los tiempos&lt;br /&gt;y seguiremos ahi&lt;br /&gt;amando,&lt;br /&gt;llorando,&lt;br /&gt;anhelando,&lt;br /&gt;esperando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperandote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-2463069777712126061?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/2463069777712126061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=2463069777712126061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/2463069777712126061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/2463069777712126061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/08/los-tristes.html' title='los tristes'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SoC1TNlrj1I/AAAAAAAAAEI/9jsPYZwNS6g/s72-c/1207760214_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-8371738797108708586</id><published>2009-08-10T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:49:27.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inventario'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gracias por el fuego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vino y mujeres'/><title type='text'>Breve Inventario Personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SoAd2Aio6vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vYemAZKi7fc/s1600-h/l_d0fd1de94ca8c58df8983d3e086dd896.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/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SoAd2Aio6vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vYemAZKi7fc/s320/l_d0fd1de94ca8c58df8983d3e086dd896.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368323569521060594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese modo tan tuyo de nombrarme&lt;br /&gt;las caricias que duermen en mi almohada&lt;br /&gt;tu manera de mirar y de mirarme&lt;br /&gt;el hablarnos y no decirnos nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los sueños que duermen su letargo&lt;br /&gt;los planes que aun no hemos cumplido&lt;br /&gt;el dolor y su sabor tan amargo&lt;br /&gt;la alegría de haberte conocido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la espera y sus segundos tan eternos&lt;br /&gt;las cosas que suceden a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;la vida con su cielo y con su infierno&lt;br /&gt;el beso que jamás nos hemos dado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que te doy sin tener nada&lt;br /&gt;las ganas de gritarte que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;la rabia de saber que eres casada&lt;br /&gt;el miedo que cabe en un agujero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo que se lleva cada instante&lt;br /&gt;tu llanto adormecido tantos años&lt;br /&gt;las ganas de no ser más los de antes&lt;br /&gt;la promesa de jamás hacernos daño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el día en que por fin tú seas mía&lt;br /&gt;la noche que habrá de contemplarnos&lt;br /&gt;sabremos que existe todavía&lt;br /&gt;un estúpido pretexto para amarnos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-8371738797108708586?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/8371738797108708586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=8371738797108708586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/8371738797108708586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/8371738797108708586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/08/breve-inventario-personal.html' title='Breve Inventario Personal'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SoAd2Aio6vI/AAAAAAAAAEA/vYemAZKi7fc/s72-c/l_d0fd1de94ca8c58df8983d3e086dd896.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-8441094368323191076</id><published>2009-07-28T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:39:34.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tristezas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soledad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><title type='text'>about la soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm830hxnmTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ScjydqmA_2E/s1600-h/suicidio00.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/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm830hxnmTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ScjydqmA_2E/s320/suicidio00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363567056780761394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;viejos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;anulan por instantes&lt;br /&gt;todo sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una mirada&lt;br /&gt;pide a gritos&lt;br /&gt;un instante de paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la ultima noción de ti&lt;br /&gt;se ha ido&lt;br /&gt;y quedó abandonada en una esquina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay palabras&lt;br /&gt;no hay silencios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es demasiada soledad para beberla de un solo trago...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-8441094368323191076?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/8441094368323191076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=8441094368323191076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/8441094368323191076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/8441094368323191076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/07/about-la-soledad.html' title='about la soledad'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm830hxnmTI/AAAAAAAAAD4/ScjydqmA_2E/s72-c/suicidio00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-5249373729435966073</id><published>2009-07-28T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:30:34.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amores imposibles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrostico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='te quiero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>Acróstico 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm81aKmNMJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A-WaRQW76iI/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm81aKmNMJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A-WaRQW76iI/s320/ojos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363564404859023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo sabemos bien&lt;br /&gt;Aunque intentemos callarlo&lt;br /&gt;Un dia las palabras sobraran&lt;br /&gt;Reuniremos el valor y mirandonos&lt;br /&gt;Abandonaremos el pasado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu pasado...&lt;br /&gt;El mio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá me mires a los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez lo soñé,&lt;br /&gt;Intentabas decirme&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez es para siempre,&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdas?&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá supiera que decir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-5249373729435966073?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/5249373729435966073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=5249373729435966073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/5249373729435966073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/5249373729435966073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/07/acrostico-2.html' title='Acróstico 2'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm81aKmNMJI/AAAAAAAAADQ/A-WaRQW76iI/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-5091181346815577020</id><published>2009-07-28T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T10:26:03.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='para siempre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaya uno a saber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hasta nunca'/><title type='text'>Para Siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm80V3ByBmI/AAAAAAAAADI/OyesHmBv5bg/s1600-h/el-suicidio-por-demian-luis-villanueva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm80V3ByBmI/AAAAAAAAADI/OyesHmBv5bg/s320/el-suicidio-por-demian-luis-villanueva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363563231374870114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para siempre es poco tiempo&lt;br /&gt;si has decidido volver&lt;br /&gt;a ser quien decías no ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me confundes&lt;br /&gt;porque ya no estas en mi noche&lt;br /&gt;de frío y lento transcurrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me destruyes&lt;br /&gt;porque apenas un indicio&lt;br /&gt;tengo de lo que fui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para siempre&lt;br /&gt;o hasta nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay diferencia&lt;br /&gt;si&lt;br /&gt;en medio&lt;br /&gt;sigues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carcomiendo (el alma)&lt;br /&gt;rasguñando (el cuerpo)&lt;br /&gt;rompiendo (el silencio)&lt;br /&gt;rasgando (la angustia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque tal vez ya no esté&lt;br /&gt;nunca&lt;br /&gt;ahi&lt;br /&gt;para reclamartelo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-5091181346815577020?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/5091181346815577020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=5091181346815577020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/5091181346815577020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/5091181346815577020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-siempre.html' title='Para Siempre'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/Sm80V3ByBmI/AAAAAAAAADI/OyesHmBv5bg/s72-c/el-suicidio-por-demian-luis-villanueva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-3245738884681066543</id><published>2009-04-24T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:00:53.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>todo es más claro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SfIaXQmbUwI/AAAAAAAAADA/-R8qcv7aIDk/s1600-h/subterranean+heartbreak+crusade+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SfIaXQmbUwI/AAAAAAAAADA/-R8qcv7aIDk/s320/subterranean+heartbreak+crusade+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328350296028173058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora todo es más claro...&lt;br /&gt;las noches breves&lt;br /&gt;la mirada nitida&lt;br /&gt;la voz suave&lt;br /&gt;los pasos largos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sé quien eres&lt;br /&gt;sé quien no soy...&lt;br /&gt;y todo es más claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazo tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;muerdo el silencio&lt;br /&gt;caen estrellas&lt;br /&gt;nadie debe saberlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo es más claro&lt;br /&gt;y miro al cielo&lt;br /&gt;y pienso, siento, miento&lt;br /&gt;creo que aun estarás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mientras&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada se apaga&lt;br /&gt;y yo lentamente&lt;br /&gt;suelto tu mano...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-3245738884681066543?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/3245738884681066543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=3245738884681066543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3245738884681066543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3245738884681066543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/04/todo-es-mas-claro.html' title='todo es más claro'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SfIaXQmbUwI/AAAAAAAAADA/-R8qcv7aIDk/s72-c/subterranean+heartbreak+crusade+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-4250631663094600291</id><published>2009-01-27T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:36:57.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prefiero'/><title type='text'>Prefiero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SX-2iWNgQnI/AAAAAAAAACY/TZu-OK4jafs/s1600-h/1198075565_f.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/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SX-2iWNgQnI/AAAAAAAAACY/TZu-OK4jafs/s320/1198075565_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296152388005020274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiero tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;a una tarde de sol&lt;br /&gt;prefiero tus manos&lt;br /&gt;a los dias lluviosos&lt;br /&gt;prefiero tu voz&lt;br /&gt;a las cosas que digo&lt;br /&gt;prefiero tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;a estar pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preferiría que me quisieras&lt;br /&gt;a seguir extrañandote&lt;br /&gt;desde aqui&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-4250631663094600291?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/4250631663094600291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=4250631663094600291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4250631663094600291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4250631663094600291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2009/01/prefiero.html' title='Prefiero...'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SX-2iWNgQnI/AAAAAAAAACY/TZu-OK4jafs/s72-c/1198075565_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-6026536176271001889</id><published>2008-12-04T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T08:22:51.180-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lsrc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incongruencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tormenta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vaya uno a saber'/><title type='text'>Incongruente N° 1 (la aparente calma es la tormenta)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/STgBWrAcIsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ksy8O6K4uZo/s1600-h/1204220216_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/STgBWrAcIsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ksy8O6K4uZo/s320/1204220216_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275968452477854402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inevitable contradicción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;me sigue&lt;br /&gt;sin dejar huella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sueños reales&lt;br /&gt;vida irreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tocar el cielo&lt;br /&gt;volar al suelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besar tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;tocar tu boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas en todas partes y en ninguna&lt;br /&gt;y se está quedando en ruinas el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera estar tan cerca como hace tiempo&lt;br /&gt;y estar tan lejos como anoche&lt;br /&gt;decir las cosas que en mi mente repetía&lt;br /&gt;mientras tu sonrisa iluminaba el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no son estas palabras las que tengo para ti&lt;br /&gt;ni tan siquiera se acercan a las que quiero gritar&lt;br /&gt;solo son latidos del corazón&lt;br /&gt;que algun día escucharás&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-6026536176271001889?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/6026536176271001889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=6026536176271001889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/6026536176271001889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/6026536176271001889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/12/incongruente-n-1-la-aparemte-calma-es.html' title='Incongruente N° 1 (la aparente calma es la tormenta)'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/STgBWrAcIsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/Ksy8O6K4uZo/s72-c/1204220216_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-4174265461728270998</id><published>2008-09-27T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T07:13:49.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como Siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SN4_l03y6GI/AAAAAAAAABw/okb88N50XNg/s1600-h/1132791334f1ee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SN4_l03y6GI/AAAAAAAAABw/okb88N50XNg/s320/1132791334f1ee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250704134640953442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="cuerpoPoema"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunque hoy cumplas&lt;br /&gt;trescientos treinta y seis meses&lt;br /&gt;la matusalénica edad no se te nota cuando&lt;br /&gt;en el instante en que vencen los crueles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; entrás a averiguar la alegría del mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mucho menos todavía se te nota&lt;br /&gt;cuando volás gaviotamente sobre las fobias&lt;br /&gt;o desarbolás los nudosos rencores&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;buena edad para cambiar estatutos y horóscopos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que tu manantial mane amor sin miseria&lt;br /&gt;para que te enfrentes al espejo que exige&lt;br /&gt;y pienses que estás linda&lt;br /&gt;                                                       y estés linda&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;casi no vale la pena desearte júbilos y lealtades&lt;br /&gt;ya que te van a rodear como ángeles o veleros&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;es obvio y comprensible&lt;br /&gt;que las manzanas y los jazmines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; y los cuidadores de  autos y los ciclistas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y las hijas de los villeros&lt;br /&gt;y los cachorros extraviados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; y los bichitos de san antonio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y las cajas de fósforo&lt;br /&gt;te consideren una de los suyos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;de modo que desearte un feliz cumpleaños&lt;br /&gt;podría ser tan injusto con tus felices&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              cumpledías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; acordate de esta ley de tu vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; si hace algún tiempo fuiste desgraciada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt; eso también ayuda a que hoy se afirme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu bienaventuranza&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;de todos modos para vos no es novedad&lt;br /&gt;que el mundo&lt;br /&gt;                                 y yo&lt;br /&gt;                                       te queremos de veras&lt;br /&gt;pero yo siempre un poquito más que el mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;                                                                                                                              [M. Benedetti]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dedicada a "L" donde quiera que esté :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--poemasdeIV--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-4174265461728270998?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/4174265461728270998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=4174265461728270998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4174265461728270998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4174265461728270998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/09/como-siempre.html' title='Como Siempre'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SN4_l03y6GI/AAAAAAAAABw/okb88N50XNg/s72-c/1132791334f1ee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-3932818099478656490</id><published>2008-07-22T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:43:52.306-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='en pausa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>en pausa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SIZv5LtxJbI/AAAAAAAAABo/RXtZSx6XUKQ/s1600-h/heart001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SIZv5LtxJbI/AAAAAAAAABo/RXtZSx6XUKQ/s320/heart001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225987445798020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="phototitle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace tanto tiempo q no reconocía en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;esa nostalgia q solía hacerte especial&lt;br /&gt;y tambien hace tiempo q creía&lt;br /&gt;que soltando tu mano lograría o por lo menos&lt;br /&gt;intentaría renombrar mi pasado, escribir mi presente&lt;br /&gt;y ( si acaso ) soñar el futuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo es tan corto el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;es tan poco el espacio,&lt;br /&gt;es tanto el daño que hoy cuando más lejos te pensaba&lt;br /&gt;me he dado cuenta que tu fantasma&lt;br /&gt;se quedó detrás de la puerta&lt;br /&gt;escondido en un rincón&lt;br /&gt;vagando en el aire&lt;br /&gt;dormido en un cajón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y por más que escriba o invente palabras para&lt;br /&gt;desahuaciarlo y desterrarlo de esta vida&lt;br /&gt;solo he logrado&lt;br /&gt;que se quede... junto a mí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-3932818099478656490?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/3932818099478656490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=3932818099478656490&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3932818099478656490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3932818099478656490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/07/en-pausa.html' title='en pausa'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SIZv5LtxJbI/AAAAAAAAABo/RXtZSx6XUKQ/s72-c/heart001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-3363492390847318213</id><published>2008-06-13T11:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:20:23.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natalia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acrostico'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SFK6X29zFJI/AAAAAAAAABg/GvOeMKt_ARI/s1600-h/dia+perfecto+DSC00881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SFK6X29zFJI/AAAAAAAAABg/GvOeMKt_ARI/s320/dia+perfecto+DSC00881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211432637875557522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadie sabe&lt;br /&gt;A donde va&lt;br /&gt;Todo el&lt;br /&gt;Amor del mundo&lt;br /&gt;Lo olvidamos?&lt;br /&gt;Intentamos borrarlo?&lt;br /&gt;A donde irá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardamos tantas cosas y&lt;br /&gt;Unicamente conservamos&lt;br /&gt;Algunas en el alma&lt;br /&gt;Dios sabrá cuanto tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;A quien le serán dadas?&lt;br /&gt;Lo sabremos tu y yo?&lt;br /&gt;Un beso y una caricia&lt;br /&gt;Palabras y silencios&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a salir&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-3363492390847318213?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/3363492390847318213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=3363492390847318213&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3363492390847318213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3363492390847318213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/06/nadie-sabe-donde-va-todo-el-amor-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SFK6X29zFJI/AAAAAAAAABg/GvOeMKt_ARI/s72-c/dia+perfecto+DSC00881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-4047576787838783590</id><published>2008-05-19T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T17:38:55.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despedida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game is over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='balada'/><title type='text'>balada de la despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SDIb5FhLsLI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTgzjSE5oWw/s1600-h/2mnhedk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SDIb5FhLsLI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTgzjSE5oWw/s320/2mnhedk.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202251187114193074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y es así, como dijimos que sería&lt;br /&gt;de todo lo que fue no queda nada&lt;br /&gt;y cada día te alejas&lt;br /&gt;distante&lt;br /&gt;con preguntas&lt;br /&gt;sin respuestas&lt;br /&gt;y yo&lt;br /&gt;quisiera gritarlo a todo el mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sirven explicaciones&lt;br /&gt;no sirven excusas&lt;br /&gt;lo único cierto es que ya no estás en mi cielo&lt;br /&gt;en mi noche&lt;br /&gt;y me quedaré a oscuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no existe más&lt;br /&gt;no queda más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el juego acabó... y duele perder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-4047576787838783590?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/4047576787838783590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=4047576787838783590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4047576787838783590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/4047576787838783590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/05/balada-de-la-despedida.html' title='balada de la despedida'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SDIb5FhLsLI/AAAAAAAAABM/jTgzjSE5oWw/s72-c/2mnhedk.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-3991141870759589214</id><published>2008-04-24T09:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:23:17.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tan lejos... y tan cerca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SBCy3e1QYEI/AAAAAAAAABE/WN6aS-pXPFE/s1600-h/yuyitamossa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SBCy3e1QYEI/AAAAAAAAABE/WN6aS-pXPFE/s320/yuyitamossa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192847036597166146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella: Que linda foto!!! es tu hija??&lt;br /&gt;El: Claro y tuya tmb ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ella: y como se llama?&lt;br /&gt;El: pues como tú&lt;br /&gt;Ella: en serio?? y tu esposa sabe??&lt;br /&gt;El: le dije q es por una canción pero ha sido por tí&lt;br /&gt;Ella: (mirandolo a los ojos) q lindo eres!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-3991141870759589214?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/3991141870759589214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=3991141870759589214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3991141870759589214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/3991141870759589214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/04/tan-lejos-y-tan-cerca.html' title='tan lejos... y tan cerca'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/SBCy3e1QYEI/AAAAAAAAABE/WN6aS-pXPFE/s72-c/yuyitamossa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-7297453260421165445</id><published>2008-03-06T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:03:58.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desamores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corazón'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amores'/><title type='text'>de amores, desamores y esas cosas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kaliedoscopeeyes.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/heartbreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://kaliedoscopeeyes.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/heartbreak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sucede q me he enamorado y desenamorado tanto q ya perdí la cuenta de las veces q me he roto el corazón y pueda ser q a estas alturas el pobre ya se encuentre en estado de  coma o a punto d  morir, quizá esperando un milagro para revivir o el golpe final... no lo sé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El corazón y yo hemos recorrido los caminos de la felicidad, el ensueño y la alegría y tmb la espinada senda de la traición, los celos y el dolor... si hay alguien experto en amores y desamores preguntenle a  mi corazón... no es un corazón normal, lo sé... ultimamente se agita casi por cualquier cosa, creo q ya está cansado, de dar sin recibir, de esperar sin saber q espera, de ser paciente... no se lo digan pero quizá sea tiempo de cambiarlo de lugar, esconderlo, envolverlo en su eterna y pequeña angustia, quizá hasta aventarlo al río... o darle (por enésima vez) la última oportunidad de ser feliz, de encontrar una razón, un motivo, un detalle, un alguien para seguir latiendo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/971695959544403617-7297453260421165445?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/7297453260421165445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=7297453260421165445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/7297453260421165445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/7297453260421165445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-amores-desamores-y-esas-cosas.html' title='de amores, desamores y esas cosas'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-971695959544403617.post-6555959091631289531</id><published>2008-03-02T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T09:31:14.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bienvenida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8rkESvp28I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O-YttkZjPT4/s1600-h/excelente.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8rkESvp28I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O-YttkZjPT4/s320/excelente.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173197884390759362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de mucho pensarlo, vuelvo a hacer un blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cómo? que no tenía? que me copié?? no, no, no allá por el 2005 o algo así cuando esto no estaba tan de moda entre mis conocidos, hicé uno y era más o menos &lt;a href="http://www.grisvic.blogspot.com/"&gt;así&lt;/a&gt;, bueno antes de q pasara lo q pasó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El hecho es q aquí estoy de nuevo, con nuevas emociones y un sinfín de cosas q decir, en este tiempo he aprendido q una buena forma de liberar las cargas emocionales es escribiendo lo q sientes, tal vez ayude más q platicar con alguien q de cierta forma te dirá lo q siempre quieres escuchar ( conozco solo a una persona q no es así conmigo, gracias &lt;a href="http://www.mjre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Manuelo&lt;/a&gt; ) y además ( seamos sinceros  ) habemos gente q nos gusta leer lo q otros escriben y habemos gente q nos gusta  q lean lo q escribimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo q por aquí andaré dando señales de vida, de mi sentir, tal vez les dejé uno q otro poema q les haga pensar o q les haga sentir y de alguna manera también liberaré mis cargas emocionales q aunque a nadie le interesan del todo, va a servir para de vez en cuando re-leer lo aquí escrito y saber q sentía cuando lo escribí, bueno yo me entiendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin más me retiro a mis labores domingueras en la súper oficina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saludos.&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/971695959544403617-6555959091631289531?l=reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/feeds/6555959091631289531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=971695959544403617&amp;postID=6555959091631289531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/6555959091631289531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/971695959544403617/posts/default/6555959091631289531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflexionesinconclusas.blogspot.com/2008/03/bienvenida.html' title='bienvenida'/><author><name>Víctor Iván</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01807930276012615507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8r1lCvp2_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/MhljAALdu9g/S220/DSC01566.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CV1LS-qVKPM/R8rkESvp28I/AAAAAAAAAAM/O-YttkZjPT4/s72-c/excelente.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
