<?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-4369091000544210187</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:17:43.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luna</title><subtitle type='html'>Para las personas que saben la escencia de lo misterioso sin perder el sentido de lo real.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-5140788206863196177</id><published>2007-06-25T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:53.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meses perdida ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RoAu8h4kwrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8kXwsNGNsc/s1600-h/borboletaff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RoAu8h4kwrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8kXwsNGNsc/s320/borboletaff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080111997096608434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro meses sin publicar nada en mi blog ya que perdì , olvidè el acceso a mi pagina. Quiero darles las gracias por mantenerse pendiente e mi y extrañarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auì estoy con muchisimas cosas que expresarles , experiencias que relatar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Una nueva France en cuerpoy alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-5140788206863196177?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5140788206863196177/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=5140788206863196177' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5140788206863196177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5140788206863196177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2007/06/meses-perdida.html' title='meses perdida ...'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RoAu8h4kwrI/AAAAAAAAACE/L8kXwsNGNsc/s72-c/borboletaff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-1831140750769771597</id><published>2007-02-10T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/Rc4F_4rn-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r9cr_YEDwBI/s1600-h/valentine-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/Rc4F_4rn-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r9cr_YEDwBI/s320/valentine-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029964428924680834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El AMOR es el ùnico deporte que no se suspende por falta de luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-1831140750769771597?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1831140750769771597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=1831140750769771597' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/1831140750769771597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/1831140750769771597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2007/02/el-amor-es-el-nico-deporte-que-no-se.html' title=''/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/Rc4F_4rn-oI/AAAAAAAAAB0/r9cr_YEDwBI/s72-c/valentine-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-2999331093082917268</id><published>2007-01-06T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RaASq2x58aI/AAAAAAAAABo/pZ5DJXg2uPo/s1600-h/49071100905120423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RaASq2x58aI/AAAAAAAAABo/pZ5DJXg2uPo/s320/49071100905120423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017030512359371170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he dado el lujo de no pensar mucho las cosas, de tomar ciertas aptitudes que claramente no determinaràn el rumbo de mi vida pero que tienen su importancia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya harta de la monotomìa, encontrandome en un lujar lejano de casa, viendo personas que anteriormente habìa grabado en mi pupilas y otras las cuales fueron mas que amor de verano, mas que un juego de niños; la felicidad que rodeaba el ambiente fuè el mejor escenario para emcabezar mi magestuosa liberaciòn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me olvidè un poco de l meditaciòn , de la lectura, de la tradiciòn que hasta ahora levome fuì mas a fondo con la vida de una chica de la ciudad en el campo.&lt;br /&gt;Usè mi cinismo, con aquellas personas que me hirieron, dì el placer de mis labios a otros, y ... juguè al juego de la seducciòn con algunos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No estubo nada mal la experiencia, mas en una època donde el frio arropa mi ciudad y donde la soledad era la ùnica amiga que tenia cerca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By:France&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-2999331093082917268?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2999331093082917268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=2999331093082917268' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2999331093082917268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2999331093082917268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2007/01/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RaASq2x58aI/AAAAAAAAABo/pZ5DJXg2uPo/s72-c/49071100905120423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-7931210416434553185</id><published>2007-01-06T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inesquecìvel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RZ-2XWx58ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uIbvZGyADzU/s1600-h/98523dd4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RZ-2XWx58ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uIbvZGyADzU/s320/98523dd4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016929022282166674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INESQUECÌVEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes me pergunto se&lt;br /&gt;Eu viverei sem ter você&lt;br /&gt;Se saberei te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Passa um momento e eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;Você é o que eu quero ter&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível para amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais que uma história pra viver&lt;br /&gt;O tempo parece dizer&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais longe possa estar&lt;br /&gt;É tudo o que eu quero pensar&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu te quero aqui&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço sua voz e a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim faz moradia&lt;br /&gt;Vira tatuagem sob a pele&lt;br /&gt;Te levo sempre em meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não canso de te procurar&lt;br /&gt;Entre meus lábios sinto a falta de você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim, profundamente meu&lt;br /&gt;Pra que pensar que existe adeus&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não preciso nem dizer&lt;br /&gt;O quanto eu me apaixonei&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou dizer porque&lt;br /&gt;Se existe céu&lt;br /&gt;você sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível para amar,&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível é você&lt;br /&gt;Digo então mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Não, não me deixe mais&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me deixe . . .&lt;br /&gt;Se existe ceu&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre será&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecivel para amar oh oh oh...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não tiver você&lt;br /&gt;Agora e sempre vai estar&lt;br /&gt;Preso em meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:... Eres inolvidable en mi, eres el pensamiento ùnico que me ocupa todas las horas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-7931210416434553185?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7931210416434553185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=7931210416434553185' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7931210416434553185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7931210416434553185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2007/01/inesquecvel.html' title='Inesquecìvel'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RZ-2XWx58ZI/AAAAAAAAABY/uIbvZGyADzU/s72-c/98523dd4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-8738371336370845920</id><published>2006-12-25T12:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T12:17:42.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-97.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=216172782115543447&amp;site=widget-97.slide.com" width="400" height="300" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=216172782115543447&amp;cy=bb&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-97.slide.com/p1/216172782115543447/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?id=216172782115543447&amp;cy=bb&amp;tt=14&amp;at=0&amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-97.slide.com/p2/216172782115543447/bb_t014_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4369091000544210187-8738371336370845920?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8738371336370845920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=8738371336370845920' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/8738371336370845920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/8738371336370845920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/amigas.html' title='Amigas'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-2981329359905957220</id><published>2006-12-22T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Con pàjaros en la cabeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYyV3QOJ-XI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDsiCmbAv0c/s1600-h/dejame+morir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYyV3QOJ-XI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDsiCmbAv0c/s320/dejame+morir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011545261836204402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Varios dias sin escribir , las horas se me van pensando en tì. Nada romàntico para plasmar, mi corazon lleno de miedo y con pàjaros en la cabeza por tanta confusiòn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo puedo decir que te amo con fuerzas enormes, desearìa tener alas en este momento y llegar donde estas, olvidarme de todo y solo ser tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque los tiempos cambien y conozca otras personas, tu eres tù en mi y eso no cambiarà nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que es a tì a quien escribo y por quien escribo... mi inspiraciòn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nota interior:  Quiero verte, te necesito .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt;Nota segunda:   Me estan quemando tantos puntos suspensivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-2981329359905957220?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2981329359905957220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=2981329359905957220' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2981329359905957220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2981329359905957220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/con-pjaros-en-la-cabeza.html' title='Con pàjaros en la cabeza'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYyV3QOJ-XI/AAAAAAAAABE/tDsiCmbAv0c/s72-c/dejame+morir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-481505171223323573</id><published>2006-12-16T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T_T En mis silencios T_T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYR5yQOJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qx4rTQYDz0o/s1600-h/x1pnp_rgmi5o50KCer-nXyX9cQAfAABEM44ieT5CnbbEeHZ0raklkikxHqnPQ8P0yOdC1OY7ai-2SDkbbymOPYjJb-z9EQhuh49Xw4OrE9hOgzaLOERR4AQIkcZgHLzI1yYWojgEGdn1iU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYR5yQOJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qx4rTQYDz0o/s320/x1pnp_rgmi5o50KCer-nXyX9cQAfAABEM44ieT5CnbbEeHZ0raklkikxHqnPQ8P0yOdC1OY7ai-2SDkbbymOPYjJb-z9EQhuh49Xw4OrE9hOgzaLOERR4AQIkcZgHLzI1yYWojgEGdn1iU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009262589797595490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Odio tener la certeza de que todo està apunto de acabar, me invade una sombra de nostalgia y una lluvia de desiluciòn". &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es malo anhelar? querer? amar?...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No es malo, pero hace mal.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Muchas veces nos repetimos las mismas preguntas  de las cuales poseemos el suficiente caracter y la basta experiencia para poder responderlas de una forma acertada, pero, quizà por miedo a  estar solos, decidimos ignorar que poseemos la respuesta.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota Interior:     Se acaba el año... Se me acaba la paciencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-481505171223323573?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/481505171223323573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=481505171223323573' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/481505171223323573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/481505171223323573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/tt-en-mis-silencios-tt.html' title='T_T En mis silencios T_T'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RYR5yQOJ-WI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Qx4rTQYDz0o/s72-c/x1pnp_rgmi5o50KCer-nXyX9cQAfAABEM44ieT5CnbbEeHZ0raklkikxHqnPQ8P0yOdC1OY7ai-2SDkbbymOPYjJb-z9EQhuh49Xw4OrE9hOgzaLOERR4AQIkcZgHLzI1yYWojgEGdn1iU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-550399086699667479</id><published>2006-12-12T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deseo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RX9_QeJ-djI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dJ67UZA1hgs/s1600-h/anjoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RX9_QeJ-djI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dJ67UZA1hgs/s320/anjoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007861231608821298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Llamame y despiertame con tu voz, has que sienta tu respiraciòn cerca de mi, como si estuvieses aquì.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enciendeme, como llama de la hoguera, como una luz intermitente con la sensualidad de tus palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descubreme, como un tesoro ahora encontrado y que lo tomes en tus manos, yo quiero ser tu adoraciòn, y luego...&lt;br /&gt;  Pasa a ser mas que un pensamiento, mas que una ilusiòn, desaparece de mis recuerdos y adentrate en mi presente, por siempre y para siempre.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Pasa  a ser de un sueño, quiero pertenecer a tus momentos, a tu realidad, solo abramos los ojos y decidamos escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By: France&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/4369091000544210187-550399086699667479?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/550399086699667479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=550399086699667479' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/550399086699667479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/550399086699667479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/llamame-y-despiertame-con-tu-voz-has.html' title='Deseo'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RX9_QeJ-djI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dJ67UZA1hgs/s72-c/anjoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-2260116391800073822</id><published>2006-12-09T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:54.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueño (cancion)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXtNqXCfupI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EaGG1z_LkIY/s1600-h/beijoitenso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXtNqXCfupI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EaGG1z_LkIY/s320/beijoitenso.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006680800886766226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estàs aquì, tocandome la vida, acaricias mis dias y sanas mis heridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tan cerca, tan cerca que con un suspiro y con tu voz abres caminos despiertas todos mis sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Puedes, llevarme hasta la luna, colgada en tu cintura, creo que no existen dudas de que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Es un sueño estar contigo, es delirio es benito, mas que una convicciòn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estar contigo unir latidos, bailar al ritmo de dos cuerpos estallando de pasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Entras, en un segundo a mis pensamientos manejas bien mis movimientos, te adentras hasta mis recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brillas, como relampagos en tormentas cuando me tocas mientras penetras desde mis sueños a mi corazon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Es un sueño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;By: France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dec 09/2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-2260116391800073822?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2260116391800073822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=2260116391800073822' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2260116391800073822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2260116391800073822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/sueo-cancion.html' title='Sueño (cancion)'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXtNqXCfupI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EaGG1z_LkIY/s72-c/beijoitenso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-7728448254252196164</id><published>2006-12-09T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:55.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Està de mas ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsY4nCfuoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DLx7FWjYhao/s1600-h/sozinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsY4nCfuoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DLx7FWjYhao/s320/sozinha.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006622771583629954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Està de mas quererte tanto si no lo puedo demostrar, ahogarme en besos nunca dados y sentimientos no demostrados.&lt;br /&gt;Està de mas estar tan sola cuando ansìo de tanto calor , asfixiarme de frio y cada noche solo pensarte en mi colchòn.&lt;br /&gt;Todo esto està de mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By:France&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/4369091000544210187-7728448254252196164?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7728448254252196164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=7728448254252196164' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7728448254252196164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7728448254252196164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/est-de-mas.html' title='Està de mas ...'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsY4nCfuoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DLx7FWjYhao/s72-c/sozinha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-5946811785496956233</id><published>2006-12-09T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:01:55.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Làstima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsVlXCfunI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dFkcTIV1x2Q/s1600-h/21909020605005033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsVlXCfunI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dFkcTIV1x2Q/s320/21909020605005033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006619142336264818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Làstima que no pueda regalarte el mundo como tu quieres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Làstima que mis fuerzas sean limitadas y no pueda llegar a donde estàs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Làstima que el tiempo es corto y largo el camino que debo tomar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Làstima que te ame tanto porque si no estàs todo me  faltarà.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-5946811785496956233?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5946811785496956233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=5946811785496956233' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5946811785496956233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5946811785496956233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/12/lstima.html' title='Làstima'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8MJffEc1mk/RXsVlXCfunI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dFkcTIV1x2Q/s72-c/21909020605005033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-5638066075473519724</id><published>2006-11-29T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:40:24.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/500886/c5f39496ta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/192726/c5f39496ta.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;El amor es el gran motor de nuestra vida. Es lo que nos purifica, nos impulsa a ser mejores, a luchar no solo por nuestros sueños sino por los sueños universales.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Puede ser el amor al pròjimo, a nuestro trabajo, a nuestra familia una gran pasion personal, pero recordemos que sin amor, nuestra bùsqueda no es nada.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-5638066075473519724?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/5638066075473519724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=5638066075473519724' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5638066075473519724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/5638066075473519724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/el-amor.html' title='el amor'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-7017921424460860975</id><published>2006-11-29T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T14:41:02.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/376648/x1pnp_rgmi5o50KCer-nXyX9Z_kKhLyvJVm0c38FGPPjr9JkSelRQe63_PNQSMt0dxR1Cthd6m-bg2fYf9ZSjXEabI87_up9lPogmh668GvhdsHbYFEgF2JIxSoAWwWU5Dn1RTOR4IduNw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/260388/x1pnp_rgmi5o50KCer-nXyX9Z_kKhLyvJVm0c38FGPPjr9JkSelRQe63_PNQSMt0dxR1Cthd6m-bg2fYf9ZSjXEabI87_up9lPogmh668GvhdsHbYFEgF2JIxSoAWwWU5Dn1RTOR4IduNw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el agua, es el viento&lt;br /&gt;Es resumen de todo lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;Es la arena, es el sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Es la tinta que no borra ni el silencio...&lt;br /&gt;Es el aire de puntillas&lt;br /&gt;Es la calma cogiendo carrerilla&lt;br /&gt;Es el sabor de lo pequeño... Es tocar un sueño...&lt;br /&gt;Es el mapa de un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que hay cuando te miro&lt;br /&gt;Es el duende del latido de tu corazon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magia es probar a volcar lo que hay en el fondo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Magia es verte sonreir...&lt;br /&gt;Magia es probar a saltar sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;Es caer y volver a empezar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el tiempo , es la hoguera&lt;br /&gt;Es la mano que mece la marea&lt;br /&gt;Es la tierra, es la bandera blanca&lt;br /&gt;Es la gota de una lluvia de esperanza...&lt;br /&gt;Es el mundo de puntillas&lt;br /&gt;Es la vida cogiendo carrerilla&lt;br /&gt;Es el sabor de lo pequeño... Es tocar un sueño&lt;br /&gt;... Es el mapa de un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;Es lo que hay cuando te miro&lt;br /&gt;Es el duende del latido de tu corazon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By:Rosana Arbelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-7017921424460860975?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7017921424460860975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=7017921424460860975' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7017921424460860975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7017921424460860975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/es-el-agua-es-el-viento-es-resumen-de.html' title='Magia'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-2200135135978249216</id><published>2006-11-24T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:41:58.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pentagram</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/163258/pentagram.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 306px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/401379/pentagram.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-2200135135978249216?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/2200135135978249216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=2200135135978249216' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2200135135978249216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/2200135135978249216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/pentagram.html' title='The Pentagram'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-3043906985444664751</id><published>2006-11-24T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T13:33:35.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estar contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/41924/estar%20contigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/580757/estar%20contigo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Quisiera detener el tiempo, hacerlo eterno junto a ti , crucificarme en cada beso tuyo, darte la vida que palpita en mi, le pediría a tu ángel de la guarda que me convierta en tu obsesión, hacerte falta mas que el aire y encadenar tu corazón.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Estar contigo es más que amor, delirio es pasión por verte, es una lluvia de estrellas cayendo entre cuatro paredes, es mi mayor necesidad, es mi condena y mi verdad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Estar contigo me provoca ganas, me provoca miedo. Es ver tus ojos llenos de ternura, llenos de deseo, es mi razón para vivir, no se otro modo de existir que estar contigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Son tus brazos mi refugio y son tus labios mi oración y es tu piel al roce de mis manos la llama eterna que me da calor porque tus ojos solo con mirarme, le dan sentido a la ilusión, porque me tocas hasta el alma con la caricia de tu voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Eso soy... estando contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-3043906985444664751?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3043906985444664751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=3043906985444664751' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/3043906985444664751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/3043906985444664751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/estar-contigo.html' title='Estar contigo'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-3010877349076685344</id><published>2006-11-23T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:38:05.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encuentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/457369/x1pxOYwqu4SjF46arNJ5bLynwF2dLh3nIBfFrAk7UnCmez4DSEijFWx-5GSak35GUsGAwuMTz8xVh9O6uXrvxf2wmhdXvKcSRKpElOCDxbq8tsqUsvM4wWgyqoc535arHGPaaV9BaNjYKLSi3r93t7ki9TUmvSAjwx-.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/43589/x1pxOYwqu4SjF46arNJ5bLynwF2dLh3nIBfFrAk7UnCmez4DSEijFWx-5GSak35GUsGAwuMTz8xVh9O6uXrvxf2wmhdXvKcSRKpElOCDxbq8tsqUsvM4wWgyqoc535arHGPaaV9BaNjYKLSi3r93t7ki9TUmvSAjwx-.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Una poesía andante una noche las tinieblas sierren pesadas cortinas en la ciudad.Para dar paso al encuentro de dos amantes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Que se abren paso en ella con la luz de sus almas...Donde los sentidos reemplazan a la vista.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Donde las caricias sustituyen las palabras y un concierto de besos da inicio al encuentro, haciéndonos pensar que hemos encontrado nuestra otra mitad&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;perdida en el universo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Noche fría...Gélidas lagrimas que derraman los nubarrones sobre la ciudad en un silencioso letargo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;que no alcanza para apagar el fuego que consume la pasión de estos dos seres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Sabiendo que el amor es entrega sin medidas, seguros de q estamos en el lugar indicado con la persona perfecta. Dos siluetas perdidas en la niebla de tan oscura noche arriesgando todo por estar juntos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Profundo donde cada centímetro de piel revive con las caricias y las sensaciones de una verdadera pasión.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Destello te regala mi vientre celebrando el roce de tus manos en mi cuerpo, pidiendo mas, porque lo mucho es poco y la noche se hace corta para amarte.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Sabes descifrar cada clave en mí, desde mis sueños hasta mis dudas. Porque estas conciente&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;q eres mi fantasía y realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;By:France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-3010877349076685344?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/3010877349076685344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=3010877349076685344' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/3010877349076685344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/3010877349076685344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/una-poesa-andante-una-noche-las.html' title='Encuentro'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-6909815555078552180</id><published>2006-11-23T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:26:23.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando en tì</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/281998/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/392624/11111.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Cuando las lágrimas invaden mi rostro y la melancolía no deja de brotar en mí.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Cuando la luna no hace compañía al mar y no regala su luz a los enamorados.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Cuando la respiración se hace corta y un nudo en mi garganta me ahoga, es q estoy pensando&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;en ti, en lo que pudo ser, en lo que fue y no es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;By: France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/495919/amantes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-DO"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-mirarte en estos momentos tan hermosa bajo la luna que te recorre con su luz como queriendo cubrir tu ser y sentir tu piel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;con el simple roce de tus manos me vienen a la mente expandidos deseos convertirme en tu camisa para lucirme en&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tu pecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;perderme en tu mirada y hacer realidad mis pensamientos&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 0.9pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-acercarme a tu lado mientras tomo tus manos y le acerco a mi corazón para que sientas como late ante tu presencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Mientras tomo tu mentón y con mis dedos recorro tu suave mejilla.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*rendida en ti, inhalando tu respiración, sintiendo tu dulce aliento en mi rostro, el cosquilleo en mi piel y en mi vestido inicia&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;en el momento q me tocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-para luego con mis labios probar el dulce sabor de tus besos en tan bellos labios que mujer alguna puede poseer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*como lluvia de primavera depositas tus besos en mi, encargándome de q puedas percibir la agradable sensación q estos causan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-Mientras nos recostamos juntos en la dulce tela sobre la arena, para acariciarnos lentamente con nuestras manos mientras nuestros labios no dejan de sorber el dulce placer de ellos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*cada roce, cada caricia se hace mas intensa mientras la brisa se encarga de hacernos compañía, siento tus manos tibias deslizándose en cada parte de mi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;como un baño de olas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-Solo la noche es testigo de nuestro dulce encuentro y las estrellas son nuestros luceros que nos recuerdan que somos únicos en ese instante. Mientras mis manos te recorren como queriéndose fundir en tu piel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*Beso a beso, suspiro&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a suspiro siento como lentamente vas despojándole de mi vestido en aires de deseo y pasión.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*Perdidos en &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;llamas de fantasías q intentamos materializar en aquel momento marcado por el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Solo pensando en despojarnos de nuestras vestimentas para sentirnos mas cerca uno del otro, tanto como para ser un solo latido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;-Mientras con mis labios recorro tus mejillas para bajar detrás de tus orejas y llegar a tu mentón con la suavidad y delicadeza con se trata a una flor. Para bajar por tu cuello mientras escucho el dulce deseo de tu ser en cada movimiento de cuerpo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;*Con esa pasión q destella nuestro acto, desempeñamos el más delicado concierto de gemidos de excitación, aferrada a tus músculos como esposada en ti, encuentro allí mi puerto seguro del cual no deseo jamás soltarme.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-right: 0.9pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;-Mientras mis manos recorren los contornos de tan bella &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;figura sin nada que le cubra tan solo mi cuerpo y la noche calida &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;como nuestro encuentro.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Mientras mis labios consumen cada espacio de tu piel sin dejar sin un centímetro sin recorrer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Para sentir el perfume que deja su cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;En mis sentidos despertando mas mi deseos de estar contigo para siempre. Mientras mis labios bajan por a tus hombros desnudos ante mis caricias &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Regreso mi mirada para contemplar tu hermoso rostro entregado a las sensaciones que producen mis besos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Regresando por tus hombros&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;Llegando a tus hermosos senos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Para cubrirlos con mi mano y mis labios&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(84, 84, 84);font-size:14;" lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:14;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Como queriendo absorberlos en cada movimiento que realizo en ellos para bajar luego sin perder detalles de tu dulce figura que sigue siendo bañada por la luz de la luna que compite con mi para cubrirte en tu hermosura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; font-style: italic; text-align: right;font-family:georgia;"&gt;By: France and Dani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-style: italic; text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-DO"  style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-1357253929280202085?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/1357253929280202085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=1357253929280202085' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/1357253929280202085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/1357253929280202085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/dialogo-de-dos-amantes.html' title='Dialogo de dos amantes'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-859919418923878035</id><published>2006-11-23T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:13:01.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/791802/main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/135982/main.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Mirarte esta noche a través de tu foto me lleva a pensar en que encontré en vos la estrella ansiada de mi camino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;en tu mirada tan dulce y profunda... vi mi realidad&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;marcada en cada paso de mi ser.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Cada sueño, cada conquista ahora se hace mutuo para dos tu y yo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Realidades que nos funden en proyectos en común...donde nuestros sentidos nos absorber en un solo destino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Déjame mirarte en cada gesto de tu dulce figura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Déjame mirarte en cada sonrisa que finamente dibujan tus labios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 3.6pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Para penetrar en mis pensamientos puros tu corazón tan brioso y amarle con pasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin: 0cm 0.9pt 0.0001pt 13.85pt; text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;Pasión en la cual me envuelves cada vez q&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;nuestros cuerpos se acercan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:16;color:black;"  lang="ES-DO" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-859919418923878035?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/859919418923878035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=859919418923878035' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/859919418923878035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/859919418923878035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/mirarte-esta-noche-travs-de-tu-foto-me.html' title='Pensamiento'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-7063588663228818543</id><published>2006-11-22T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:41:21.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>By: Dani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/297182918558gylo4.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/297182918558gylo4.0.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Mirarte esta noche a travez de tu foto ...me lleva a pensar que encontrè en vos la estrella mas ansiada de mi camino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por estas palabras Dani TQM!!!&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/4369091000544210187-7063588663228818543?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7063588663228818543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=7063588663228818543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7063588663228818543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7063588663228818543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/mirarte-esta-noche-travez-de-tu-foto.html' title='By: Dani'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-7287863274774022354</id><published>2006-11-22T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:40:07.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seducciòn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/000a5gcp8wc5si.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/000a5gcp8wc5si.2.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emprendiendo un vuelo hasta tu pecho, descanzando en tu mirada revosada de ternura y deseo, pensando en la estrategia a emplear para invadir ese espacio anhelado por mi cuerpo, inicio el juego de la seducciòn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estudiando cada uno de tus paràmetros, desde tu posicion hasta tu temperaura, tus llanos y montañas cargados de extasis de masculinidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya estudiado tu territorio procedo a presentarme como una seductora mariposa ardiendo en las aguas revosantes de placer, dispuesta a esclavizarme por ti, sin ataduras; como un pacto solo tuyo y mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abro mis alas cargadas de emociones....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-7287863274774022354?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/7287863274774022354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=7287863274774022354' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7287863274774022354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/7287863274774022354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/mariposa.html' title='Seducciòn'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-8402868624025967964</id><published>2006-11-22T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T06:40:37.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mientras que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/x1pcjqddvowrkuern7ulr3n1wovnf3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/x1pcjqddvowrkuern7ulr3n1wovnf3.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/x1pcjqddvowrkuern7ulr3n1wovnf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/x1pcjqddvowrkuern7ulr3n1wovnf3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras que el mundo sean tus ojos, estarè sujetada a tus deseos, mientras tu placer sea sea mi alegrìa estarè debajo de de tus sueños,mientras tu amor me pertenezca estarè ahì regalandote mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-8402868624025967964?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/8402868624025967964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=8402868624025967964' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/8402868624025967964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/8402868624025967964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/mientras-que.html' title='Mientras que...'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-264223306890837654</id><published>2006-11-22T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:35:35.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/6987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/6987.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh AMOR...Como quieres que me aclare, si aùn soy demasiado joven para entender lo que siento, pero no para jurarle al mismisimo angel negro, que si rompe la distancia que ahora mismo nos separa volverè para adorarle, le darìa hasta mi alma, si trajera tu presencia a esta noche que no acaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te necesito, como a la luz del sol, en este invierno frio ven dame tu calo, te necesito , como a la luz del sol, tus ojos el abismo donde muere mi razon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-264223306890837654?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/264223306890837654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=264223306890837654' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/264223306890837654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/264223306890837654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-amor.html' title='Oh Amor...'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4369091000544210187.post-4742329897696844748</id><published>2006-11-22T06:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T12:39:27.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sensaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/1600/hoy26vq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3339/533336303777369/320/hoy26vq.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;SENSACIONES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo que vì en tus ojos me llevò hacia una vereda desconocida pero cierta, lo que sentì con tus besos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fuè una invasion de alegrìa, una fiesta hormonal exitante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que provocaste con tu tacto fuè algo mas que un derrame de electricidad por mi cintura, desde mi cuello hasta donde encontraste la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Que ilusion lo que logramos al extendernos descubrieno un nuevo universo que va mas allà del cierre y del botòn, un sueño infinito que traspasa los lìmites de la imaginaciòn; una sensaciòn de libertad y seguridad a la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus palabras se deslizaron por todo mi interior, recordando que el amor es el muelle donde todo barco debe anclar asì es el sentimiento que se manifestò con los suspiros y gemidos que te regalò mi ser mientras yo anclaba en tì.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que lluvia de carcajadas y caricias reinaba esa noche de luna, dos cuerpos que jugaban a ser solo, uno a formar un eclipse y darle la mas renovante bienvenida a un nuevo dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambiaste mis objetivos, sobrepasaste mis espectativas, ahora soy nueva, con un propòsito...se uno CONTIGO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By: France&lt;br /&gt;sat. july 15th&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4369091000544210187-4742329897696844748?l=fwicca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/feeds/4742329897696844748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4369091000544210187&amp;postID=4742329897696844748' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/4742329897696844748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4369091000544210187/posts/default/4742329897696844748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fwicca.blogspot.com/2006/11/sensaciones-lo-que-v-en-tus-ojos-me.html' title='Sensaciones'/><author><name>France</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11275433380845978766</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
