<?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-8049694</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:08:58.299-07:00</updated><category term='contribuition:danae'/><title type='text'>d-side</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-3863472174932586192</id><published>2007-11-18T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T23:40:29.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>como escribir algo que no puedo sentir,&lt;br /&gt;como describir algo que no eh vuelto a vivir,&lt;br /&gt;como reescribir un sentimiento que ha morir,&lt;br /&gt;como vivir, si de ti no puedo prescindir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besarte deseo,&lt;br /&gt;por tenerte muero,&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin ti no es mi deseo,&lt;br /&gt;conquistarte fue mi intento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un universo vacio,&lt;br /&gt;un mundo inutil,&lt;br /&gt;un momento sin valor,&lt;br /&gt;asi es mi vida sin ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-3863472174932586192?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/3863472174932586192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/11/como-escribir-algo-que-no-puedo-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/3863472174932586192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/3863472174932586192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/11/como-escribir-algo-que-no-puedo-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-7513698461027277067</id><published>2007-07-14T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:08:33.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contribuition:danae'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nuestro humor descontento nos hizo&lt;br /&gt;llegar a estos extremos nuestras miradas&lt;br /&gt;llenas de odio y pasiòn nos llevo a creee que&lt;br /&gt;nos amabamos,sin darnos cuenta de que&lt;br /&gt;era una simple obsesiòn&lt;br /&gt;Pudimos renunciar a todo,irnos abandonar&lt;br /&gt;nuestros sueños,pero fue el orgullo el el que nos consumio&lt;br /&gt;el que poco a poco gano.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez fueron los errores o las palabras no dichas&lt;br /&gt;tu te vas y yo me quedo con la soledad y la luna por amntes&lt;br /&gt;te juro que no te olvido,pero tampoco te recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;Que inocentes fuuinos al creer que esto era amor,&lt;br /&gt;cuando solo fue deseo y pasiòn,&lt;br /&gt;ahora ya no hay màs que decir ni escribir tu fantasma se ha esfimado&lt;br /&gt;y tu sortilegio arde cada dia màs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-7513698461027277067?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/7513698461027277067/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/n-uestro-humor-descontento-nos-hizo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/7513698461027277067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/7513698461027277067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/n-uestro-humor-descontento-nos-hizo.html' title=''/><author><name>danae</name><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-708053556612614165</id><published>2007-07-12T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:05:28.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Un beso,que significan&lt;br /&gt;uno o mil?, para los enamorados&lt;br /&gt;existen los abrazos,las cartas&lt;br /&gt;o las palabras de amor, pero&lt;br /&gt;los besos? no son nada, solo&lt;br /&gt;significado de locura, pasiòn o lujuria&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez solo para los amantes, asi que besame&lt;br /&gt;y los abrazos los dejaremos para cuando&lt;br /&gt;no haya nada que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contribution : &lt;a href="mailto:gabrielapulp@yahoo.com"&gt;danae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-708053556612614165?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/708053556612614165/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-besoque-significan-uno-o-mil-para.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/708053556612614165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/708053556612614165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/un-besoque-significan-uno-o-mil-para.html' title=''/><author><name>danae</name><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-8049694.post-4091375763040542603</id><published>2007-07-06T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:06:56.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aunque sea solo para besarte&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo para sentir tus manos sobre mi piel&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo  para perder el aire&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo para revolverme&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo para disfrutar tu saliba tibia&lt;br /&gt;aunque sea solo para recordar lo que nunca tuve que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contribution : &lt;a href="mailto:gabrielapulp@yahoo.com"&gt;danae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-4091375763040542603?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/4091375763040542603/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/aunque-sea-solo-para-besarte-aunque-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/4091375763040542603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/4091375763040542603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2007/07/aunque-sea-solo-para-besarte-aunque-sea.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-115190056685594467</id><published>2006-07-02T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:32:58.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>laberintos imaginarios nos separan,&lt;br /&gt;barreras inexistentes no me dejan verte,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;no logro alcanzarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llena de vida estás,&lt;br /&gt;con gran sencualidad caminas,&lt;br /&gt;delicada voz, que me conquista,&lt;br /&gt;dulce sensación de tenerte a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro está en todos lados,&lt;br /&gt;tu voz escucho en cualquier parte,&lt;br /&gt;tus pasos me persiguen a donde vaya,&lt;br /&gt;no dejo de sentir tus ojos sobre mi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no puedo verte,&lt;br /&gt;no dejo de soñarte,&lt;br /&gt;no deseo dejar de pensarte,&lt;br /&gt;no he logrado conocerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-115190056685594467?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/115190056685594467/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/07/laberintos-imaginarios-nos-separan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115190056685594467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115190056685594467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/07/laberintos-imaginarios-nos-separan.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-115144752526419095</id><published>2006-06-27T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:32:05.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te amo,&lt;br /&gt;te deseo, deseo tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;busco tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;busco tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deseo amarte,&lt;br /&gt;deseo sentirte,&lt;br /&gt;deseo tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;te deseo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se donde estes,&lt;br /&gt;no se que haces,&lt;br /&gt;no se que quieres,&lt;br /&gt;no se que deseas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo a ti,&lt;br /&gt;no dejo de desearte,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo tenerte,&lt;br /&gt;no paro de buscarte..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-115144752526419095?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/115144752526419095/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/06/te-amo-te-deseo-deseo-tu-piel-busco-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115144752526419095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115144752526419095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/06/te-amo-te-deseo-deseo-tu-piel-busco-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-115144730641570874</id><published>2006-06-27T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:28:51.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>esculturales imagenes penetran como&lt;br /&gt;estructuras caoticas en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;confunden y amenazan,&lt;br /&gt;delirio y muerte dejan a su paso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confusa soledad que me ataca sin parar,&lt;br /&gt;destroza la razón,&lt;br /&gt;solo deja depresión,&lt;br /&gt;no se que hacer o que pensar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finos sonidos que me detruyen,&lt;br /&gt;temblando me dejan,&lt;br /&gt;no me puedo controlar,&lt;br /&gt;consumiendo mi mente esta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destrucción completa busca,&lt;br /&gt;intento no ceder,&lt;br /&gt;pero la batalla acaba de empezar,&lt;br /&gt;no se cuanto podre soportar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-115144730641570874?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/115144730641570874/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/06/esculturales-imagenes-penetran-como.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115144730641570874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/115144730641570874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/06/esculturales-imagenes-penetran-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-114149492695956577</id><published>2006-03-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:56:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tan cerca y no te siento,&lt;br /&gt;te veo y no te puedo tocar,&lt;br /&gt;te beso y no lo puedo disfrutar,&lt;br /&gt;te toco y no estás,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besarte con pasión deseo,&lt;br /&gt;ardiendo por tocarte estoy,&lt;br /&gt;desesperado por tenerte me siento,&lt;br /&gt;buscando tus besos voy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus hermosos ojos que me cautivan,&lt;br /&gt;tu figura no se dibujar,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo me gustaría explotar,&lt;br /&gt;contigo mis dedos no saben jugar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo en ti no deja de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;mis labios sin ti se han secado,&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos no paran de buscar,&lt;br /&gt;ojalá estuvieras aquí a mi lado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-114149492695956577?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/114149492695956577/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/tan-cerca-y-no-te-siento-te-veo-y-no.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114149492695956577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114149492695956577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/tan-cerca-y-no-te-siento-te-veo-y-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-114137259994694619</id><published>2006-03-02T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:19:00.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>con tu mirada me emocionas,&lt;br /&gt;con tu cuerpo me seduces, &lt;br /&gt;con tu aliento me desarmas,&lt;br /&gt;con tu voz me hipnotizas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dulces sonidos salen de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;colores que mi cuerpo estremecen,&lt;br /&gt;abundantes sensaciones causan tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;con suaves líneas que dibujan tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensuales sueños causados por tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;ardientes fantasías por tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;mi respiración aumenta al tocarte&lt;br /&gt;tu aliento acelera mis palpitaciones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejame sin alienteo una vez más,&lt;br /&gt;desarma mi lucidez con tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;sedúceme con tus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;calienta mi sangre con tu piel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-114137259994694619?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/114137259994694619/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/con-tu-mirada-me-emocionas-con-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114137259994694619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114137259994694619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/con-tu-mirada-me-emocionas-con-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-114123643272667261</id><published>2006-03-01T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:34:24.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te busco entre las sombras,&lt;br /&gt;tu silueta me guia,&lt;br /&gt;te veo con pasión,&lt;br /&gt;te sueño con deseos de ocasión,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento tu cuerpo cerca,&lt;br /&gt;tu perfume me invade,&lt;br /&gt;comienzo a tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;mis miedos resbalan sobre tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu aliento se acelera,&lt;br /&gt;tu corazón se estremece,&lt;br /&gt;tu piel empieza a soltar pequeñas gotas de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;deliciosos aromas emanan de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rodeada de emociones y sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;estremecida por tus instintos,&lt;br /&gt;consumida por tus más obscuros deseos,&lt;br /&gt;cansada por una lucha de placer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-114123643272667261?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/114123643272667261/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/te-busco-entre-las-sombras-tu-silueta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114123643272667261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/114123643272667261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/03/te-busco-entre-las-sombras-tu-silueta.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113891305502510256</id><published>2006-02-02T12:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T08:44:02.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dibujando colores sin forma,&lt;br /&gt;pintando deseos fugaces,&lt;br /&gt;buscando pasión que me muestre otro camino,&lt;br /&gt;deseando un corazón que me comprenda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trazando lineas para estilizar figuras,&lt;br /&gt;guardar sentimientos para no desistir,&lt;br /&gt;describir tus movimientos,&lt;br /&gt;percibir tus sentimientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113891305502510256?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113891305502510256/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/02/dibujando-colores-sin-forma-pintando_02.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113891305502510256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113891305502510256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/02/dibujando-colores-sin-forma-pintando_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113890398142879261</id><published>2006-02-02T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:13:01.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buscando una vida estoy,&lt;br /&gt;buscando tú vida me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;deseos de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;deseos de vivir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esculpiendo figuras en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;dibujando siluetas sin rostro,&lt;br /&gt;buscando un color que me identifique,&lt;br /&gt;rotando colores para formar una imagen,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensando en caos sin visión,&lt;br /&gt;demostrando colores sin pasión,&lt;br /&gt;describiendo palabras sordas,&lt;br /&gt;que me hacen perder la razón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113890398142879261?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113890398142879261/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/02/buscando-una-vida-estoy-buscando-t.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113890398142879261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113890398142879261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/02/buscando-una-vida-estoy-buscando-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113803705571221819</id><published>2006-01-23T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:24:15.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dulce eres en un espacio sombrío,&lt;br /&gt;cálida, cuando mi cuerpo es frió,&lt;br /&gt;iluminas mi camino con tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;mi oscuridad llenas de delicados sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenerte, espero al estar vivo,&lt;br /&gt;verte deseo al salir del frió,&lt;br /&gt;pasión en ti encontraré,&lt;br /&gt;ilusión sin ti no tendré,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ojos ciegos no te ven,&lt;br /&gt;sonidos delicados que de ti emanan,&lt;br /&gt;colores en una palabra extraña,&lt;br /&gt;silueta que un poco pasión me regala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113803705571221819?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113803705571221819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/dulce-eres-en-un-espacio-sombro-clida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113803705571221819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113803705571221819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/dulce-eres-en-un-espacio-sombro-clida.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113803690839709140</id><published>2006-01-23T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:21:48.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentado en una silla vacía,&lt;br /&gt;me siento tu amante,&lt;br /&gt;esperándote sentado estoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagino tu entrada,&lt;br /&gt;imagino tu mente concentrada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enloquezco con tu silueta,&lt;br /&gt;busco tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu música ilumina mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos cortan mi aliento,&lt;br /&gt;imagino a tu lado estar,&lt;br /&gt;imagino tocarte una vez mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que llegues,&lt;br /&gt;espero besarte,&lt;br /&gt;espero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113803690839709140?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113803690839709140/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/sentado-en-una-silla-vaca-me-siento-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113803690839709140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113803690839709140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/sentado-en-una-silla-vaca-me-siento-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113669223433193257</id><published>2006-01-07T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T18:36:42.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>duros y crudos sentimientos se apoderan de mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;no sé a donde caminar, no sé que pensar,&lt;br /&gt;encerrado estoy, sin movimiento alguno voy,&lt;br /&gt;duele recordarte, y no tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duele tocarte y no besarte,&lt;br /&gt;he encontrado pasión,&lt;br /&gt;más no la he vivido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desearía besarte,&lt;br /&gt;desearía tocarte,&lt;br /&gt;desearía verte al menos una vez más.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113669223433193257?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113669223433193257/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/duros-y-crudos-sentimientos-se.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113669223433193257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113669223433193257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2006/01/duros-y-crudos-sentimientos-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113202065713593791</id><published>2005-11-14T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:10:57.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>entro al mismo lugar donde una vez te vi,&lt;br /&gt;te busco entre las personas,&lt;br /&gt;no te encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pido un café, te espero,&lt;br /&gt;en mi mente tu imagen es muy clara,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo dejar de pensarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu perfume,&lt;br /&gt;tus movimientos,&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace un año te conoci,&lt;br /&gt;hace un año te vi dormir,&lt;br /&gt;hace un año que ya no estas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113202065713593791?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113202065713593791/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/entro-al-mismo-lugar-donde-una-vez-te.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113202065713593791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113202065713593791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/entro-al-mismo-lugar-donde-una-vez-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113198601060676724</id><published>2005-11-14T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T08:35:19.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero abrazarte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero besarte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero desnudarte,&lt;br /&gt;quiero tomarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;después de una lucha cuerpo a cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;después de sentir tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;después de hacerte sudar,&lt;br /&gt;después de tenerte desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desearia besarte,&lt;br /&gt;desearia sudar de nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;desearia tocarte una vez más,&lt;br /&gt;desearia que estuvieras aqui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113198601060676724?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113198601060676724/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/quiero-abrazarte-quiero-besarte-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113198601060676724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113198601060676724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/quiero-abrazarte-quiero-besarte-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113138861622914589</id><published>2005-11-07T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:43:23.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>busco silueta que se ajuste a mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;delicada piel que seduzca mis labios, &lt;br /&gt;que me hagan temblar sin pensar,&lt;br /&gt;que me haga desearla con su voz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me seduzca al respirar,&lt;br /&gt;que mi cuerpo haga temblar,&lt;br /&gt;que mis labios derrita al intentar tocar,&lt;br /&gt;en un paraíso de imágenes inesperadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que invada mis sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;que no me deje razonar,&lt;br /&gt;que me haga desear,&lt;br /&gt;que conmigo desee estar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de sus ojos deseo vivir,&lt;br /&gt;de su cuerpo me voy a alimentar,&lt;br /&gt;su vida voy a amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113138861622914589?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113138861622914589/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/busco-silueta-que-se-ajuste-mis-manos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113138861622914589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113138861622914589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/busco-silueta-que-se-ajuste-mis-manos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-113138750300175234</id><published>2005-11-07T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T10:37:45.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a través de una sábana de seda observo,&lt;br /&gt;una silueta delicada y sensual,&lt;br /&gt;deliciosa imagen de mujer perfecta,&lt;br /&gt;deseos de tocarte me saturan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de vista te pierdo,&lt;br /&gt;con ansia te busco,&lt;br /&gt;desnuda te encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;un trozo de cristal obstruye mi visión,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;observada te sientes,&lt;br /&gt;enamorado de tus movimientos y sensualidad,&lt;br /&gt;de un cuerpo húmedo por un líquido seductor,&lt;br /&gt;seduces y conquistas a este tu observador.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-113138750300175234?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/113138750300175234/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/travs-de-una-sbana-de-seda-observo-una.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113138750300175234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/113138750300175234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/11/travs-de-una-sbana-de-seda-observo-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112943935182524701</id><published>2005-10-15T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:27:59.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>una silueta comienzo a dibujar,&lt;br /&gt;piel suave y delicada de un mujer que está por nacer,&lt;br /&gt;desnuda te dibujo,&lt;br /&gt;deseosa por sudar,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;vives en sueños cálidos y húmedos,&lt;br /&gt;temblorosa has de despertar,&lt;br /&gt;tus emociones intentaré dibujar,&lt;br /&gt;en una hoja en blanco emprezaré a trazar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;despiertas a mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;no dejas de soñar,&lt;br /&gt;suaves y delicados tus besos son,&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo haces temblar,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo vuelvo a desear,&lt;br /&gt;gotas de sudor en tu espalda comienzo a imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;tu silueta comienzo a tocar,&lt;br /&gt;de golpe estoy por despertar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112943935182524701?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112943935182524701/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/una-silueta-comienzo-dibujar-piel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112943935182524701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112943935182524701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/una-silueta-comienzo-dibujar-piel.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112943927024400969</id><published>2005-10-10T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:56:20.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te descubro llorando,&lt;br /&gt;suaves besos entrego a tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;desnudo y cansado tu cuerpo está,&lt;br /&gt;una batalla de sudor acaba de librar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lista para viajar te veo,&lt;br /&gt;triste por partir estas,&lt;br /&gt;deseosa por quedarte,&lt;br /&gt;comienzas a llorar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos me comen,&lt;br /&gt;ojos que examinan una vida que por ti vive,&lt;br /&gt;una imagen que no desean olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;mis dedos una silueta empiezan a dibujar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112943927024400969?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112943927024400969/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/te-descubro-llorando-suaves-besos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112943927024400969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112943927024400969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/te-descubro-llorando-suaves-besos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112852505892224878</id><published>2005-10-05T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T10:19:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>entre libros viejos navego,&lt;br /&gt;aun no sé que busco,&lt;br /&gt;creo que mi vida quedo entre páginas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encontré tu foto en el último libro,&lt;br /&gt;la observo y recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;b&gt;tomando una foto a alguien que no conocía,&lt;br /&gt;me viste y gritaste,&lt;br /&gt;fui paralizado por ser atrapado,&lt;br /&gt;sonreí y un beso te pedí. &lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi sonriza regreso de repente,&lt;br /&gt;creo que la encontré.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112852505892224878?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112852505892224878/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/entre-libros-viejos-navego-aun-no-s.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112852505892224878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112852505892224878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/10/entre-libros-viejos-navego-aun-no-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112693839707233472</id><published>2005-09-16T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:21:43.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no encuentro palabras para describirte,&lt;br /&gt;busqué colores, &lt;br /&gt;busqué sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;busqué figuras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como describir sensaciones que me llenan,&lt;br /&gt;como dibujar la silueta que me envolve,&lt;br /&gt;como escuchar un sonido que me seduce,&lt;br /&gt;como puedo verte si tu figura es sutil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112693839707233472?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112693839707233472/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-encuentro-palabras-para-describirte.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112693839707233472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112693839707233472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/09/no-encuentro-palabras-para-describirte.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112623794380464347</id><published>2005-09-08T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:02:35.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hermosas sensaciones hay en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;tu silueta toco con suavidad,&lt;br /&gt;mi piel cálida se vuelve,&lt;br /&gt;tus besos son más ardientes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dibujas con tus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;me haces sudar,&lt;br /&gt;me aprisionas con tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;te siento fuertemente respirar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una gota de sudor cae lentamente por tu espalda,&lt;br /&gt;dulce siento el olor de tu respiración,&lt;br /&gt;busco entonces llegar a tu corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112623794380464347?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112623794380464347/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/09/hermosas-sensaciones-hay-en-mi-mente.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112623794380464347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112623794380464347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/09/hermosas-sensaciones-hay-en-mi-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112533295574771729</id><published>2005-08-29T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:40:45.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vivo muerto en tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;ocupando un espacio en tu mente,&lt;br /&gt;desgarro tu débil color,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu voz temblorosa,&lt;br /&gt;tus mente despierta,&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos abiertos,&lt;br /&gt;complementan mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sueño con tu cuerpo lleno de vida,&lt;br /&gt;te sueño desnuda de mente,&lt;br /&gt;ardiendo de deseo por brillar,&lt;br /&gt;dónde estás que no te escucho?&lt;br /&gt;volteo y te coloreo,&lt;br /&gt;te encuentro y te deseo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112533295574771729?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112533295574771729/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/vivo-muerto-en-tu-corazn-ocupando-un.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112533295574771729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112533295574771729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/vivo-muerto-en-tu-corazn-ocupando-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112502416123310086</id><published>2005-08-25T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T09:42:46.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te extraño, perdido me siento, &lt;br /&gt;dónde te escondes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me complace jugar a buscarte,&lt;br /&gt;encontrarte y besarte,&lt;br /&gt;abrazarte y no soltarte,&lt;br /&gt;sentirte fuertemente tan cerca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jugando con mi mente estas,&lt;br /&gt;jugar con mi cuerpo deseas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dónde estás?, te deseo&lt;br /&gt;encontrar y empezar a jugar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112502416123310086?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112502416123310086/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/te-extrao-perdido-me-siento-dnde-te.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112502416123310086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112502416123310086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/te-extrao-perdido-me-siento-dnde-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112441979380512751</id><published>2005-08-18T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:48:36.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>deliciosos aromas salen de ti,&lt;br /&gt;me inhibe la sensación de tocar tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotas llenas de pasión bajan por tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;impresionado me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una obra de arte frente a mi encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;percibiendo olores delicados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juego con tus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;armo laberintos,&lt;br /&gt;me enrredo en tus brazos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112441979380512751?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112441979380512751/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/deliciosos-aromas-salen-de-ti-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112441979380512751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112441979380512751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/deliciosos-aromas-salen-de-ti-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112412161229634526</id><published>2005-08-15T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:52:13.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>te escribo, y no me escuchas,&lt;br /&gt;te hablo, y no me ves,&lt;br /&gt;te veo, y no me lees,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estás en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;estás en mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me influyes para leerte,&lt;br /&gt;te describo con señales,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cruzo tu mirada,&lt;br /&gt;camino tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escudriño tu mirada y no me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;leo y leo y no te reconozco,&lt;br /&gt;donde estas que no te escucho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112412161229634526?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112412161229634526/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/te-escribo-y-no-me-escuchas-te-hablo-y.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112412161229634526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112412161229634526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/te-escribo-y-no-me-escuchas-te-hablo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112360233548299787</id><published>2005-08-09T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:16:19.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu cuerpo es un poema lleno de seducción,&lt;br /&gt;divino esplandor que me enloquece,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa me inhibe,&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos no te dejan moverte con libertad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus olores estan llenos de fascinación,&lt;br /&gt;tus movimientos son psicológicos que me controlan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actúan como sistemas de regulación en mis sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;cotrolan diferentes niveles en mi sistema nervioso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sensual tortura, que deseo cada noche volver a experimentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112360233548299787?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112360233548299787/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/tu-cuerpo-es-un-poema-lleno-de.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112360233548299787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112360233548299787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/tu-cuerpo-es-un-poema-lleno-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112352371575014326</id><published>2005-08-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:15:52.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>después de mucho tiempo te escucho,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón saltó en el momento de reconocer tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;tus labios llenaron mis oídos con tus sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ese instante te vi frente a mi,&lt;br /&gt;por un instante más volví a amarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112352371575014326?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112352371575014326/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/despus-de-mucho-tiempo-te-escucho-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112352371575014326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112352371575014326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/08/despus-de-mucho-tiempo-te-escucho-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112207110918681027</id><published>2005-07-22T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:15:16.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cada instante estoy más cerca de tocarte&lt;br /&gt;cada momento te siento más fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque no sé donde estás, te veo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no sé que haces, te escucho,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime que tu corazón late más fuerte que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;dime que aún duermes a mi lado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112207110918681027?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112207110918681027/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/cada-instante-estoy-ms-cerca-de.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112207110918681027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112207110918681027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/cada-instante-estoy-ms-cerca-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112112625243365183</id><published>2005-07-11T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:14:27.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pintarte en sueños,&lt;br /&gt;deseos fulminantes,&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones coloridas,&lt;br /&gt;pensamientos fluidos,&lt;br /&gt;       caos,&lt;br /&gt;       pasión,&lt;br /&gt;       mentira,&lt;br /&gt;       deseo,&lt;br /&gt;       ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;dónde estás fuente de luz?&lt;br /&gt;dónde estan tus colores?&lt;br /&gt;dónde está tu vida, que me da vida?.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112112625243365183?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112112625243365183/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/pintarte-en-sueos-deseos-fulminantes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112112625243365183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112112625243365183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/pintarte-en-sueos-deseos-fulminantes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112112612099178419</id><published>2005-07-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T08:53:59.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>extrañas sensaciones invaden el aire que respiro,&lt;br /&gt;el deseo es cada vez más y más fuerte,&lt;br /&gt;lo sentimientos de soledad con criminales en busca de alivio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las personas piensan que estoy loco,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no saben definir la palabra la repiten incansablemente,&lt;br /&gt;oh! criminales de la soledad que desean hacerle a esta pobre alma,&lt;br /&gt;talvez,&lt;br /&gt;en sus mentes suspicases traman un nuevo destino,&lt;br /&gt;que desean hacer con esta atrofiada mente que me domina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en estos dias en que no encuentro alivio en nada ni nadie,&lt;br /&gt;la desesperación es fulminante, &lt;br /&gt;me llegan ideas pintadas de rojos amaneceres,&lt;br /&gt;asumo que la muerte toca a la puerta,&lt;br /&gt;que imagenes tan lucidad y que locos sueños,&lt;br /&gt;con un despertar intrépido encuentro luces encendidas,&lt;br /&gt;pesadas ilusiones y cansancio de vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112112612099178419?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112112612099178419/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/extraas-sensaciones-invaden-el-aire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112112612099178419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112112612099178419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/extraas-sensaciones-invaden-el-aire.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112068008173671615</id><published>2005-07-06T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:02:19.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I &lt;b&gt;hear&lt;/b&gt; the future,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;feal&lt;/b&gt; the conspiracy,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;see&lt;/b&gt; my existence,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; I leve ferever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danylyon.com/nr6.html" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112068008173671615?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112068008173671615/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hear-future-i-feal-conspiracy-i-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112068008173671615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112068008173671615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hear-future-i-feal-conspiracy-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112061285844849782</id><published>2005-07-05T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:04:57.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if my dreams are mad I'am afraid, they'll all come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danylyon.com/nr3.html" target="_blank"&gt;source&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112061285844849782?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112061285844849782/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wonder-if-my-dreams-are-mad-iam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112061285844849782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112061285844849782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-wonder-if-my-dreams-are-mad-iam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112052429005161309</id><published>2005-07-04T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:12:49.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ojos de brillante,&lt;br /&gt;me iluminan y me hacen renacer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;labios humedos,&lt;br /&gt;me tocan, me hacen temblar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piel de seda,&lt;br /&gt;me rosa, me hace estremecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brazos de roca,&lt;br /&gt;me abrazas, me regalas de tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que hacer para pagarte ese delicioso manjar de sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejame beber de nuevo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;dejame volver a desearte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deseo bañarme en los colores que de ti salen,&lt;br /&gt;deseo de tu humedad,&lt;br /&gt;deseo sentir de nuevo el roce de tu piel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112052429005161309?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112052429005161309/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/ojos-de-brillante-me-iluminan-y-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112052429005161309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112052429005161309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/07/ojos-de-brillante-me-iluminan-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-112002649357090676</id><published>2005-06-28T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T09:03:14.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buscado nuevas sensaciones estoy,&lt;br /&gt;        encuentro nuevos caminos a viejas estaciones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que si busco tranquilidad encuentro pasado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime donde queda tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;         dime hacia donde se dirige tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime por que eh de soñarte,&lt;br /&gt;        dime por que eh de amarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dime hacia donde van tus pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;        solo dime donde encontrarte,&lt;br /&gt;        solo te pido un sonido para localizarte,&lt;br /&gt;        solo dime si puedo amarte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-112002649357090676?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/112002649357090676/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/buscado-nuevas-sensaciones-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112002649357090676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/112002649357090676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/buscado-nuevas-sensaciones-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111950159594343008</id><published>2005-06-22T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T08:52:11.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo que hace el ser humano cuando se convierte en un ser invisible,&lt;br /&gt;lo que haria sin tan solo se convirtiera en un ser amante de la vida, de su país;&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo se convirtiera su cobardia en valentia, voluntad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo pudiera cerrar sus ojos y se dejara escuchar los latidos de su corazón;&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo se dejara sentir, descubriria lo que es capaz de dar y hacer; le encontraria sentido a la lucha de los demas;&lt;br /&gt;si tan solo abriera su corazón veria con otra visión; quizas entenderia el sentido de la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenderia que el espacio y el tiempo solo son estándares de los que hace y que no hace, y lo que pudo haber hecho en la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo para todos ustedes, que amamos la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mariita)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111950159594343008?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111950159594343008/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/lo-que-hace-el-ser-humano-cuando-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111950159594343008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111950159594343008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/lo-que-hace-el-ser-humano-cuando-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111950071759923290</id><published>2005-06-22T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T09:27:33.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cierro los ojos para no ver pasar el tiempo, &lt;br /&gt;te extraño, amor perfecto, &lt;br /&gt;no sé morir, si ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111950071759923290?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111950071759923290/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/cierro-los-ojos-para-no-ver-pasar-el.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111950071759923290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111950071759923290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/cierro-los-ojos-para-no-ver-pasar-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111927783940748042</id><published>2005-06-20T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:09:44.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Por tu compañia mataria ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;por una mirada tuya degollaria visiones,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tu soledad encerraré y al olvido la enviaré,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;invisibles pensamientos obscuros dejare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por ti mataría,&lt;br /&gt;por ti olvidaría,&lt;br /&gt;por ti moriría,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin ti vacio me sentiria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buscandote estoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asesinare por encontrar alguna pista,&lt;br /&gt;    torturare a quien no responda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la vida vueltas da,&lt;br /&gt;    el que mienta dolor sufrirá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que mi corazón pronto morira...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111927783940748042?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111927783940748042/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/por-tu-compaia-mataria-ilusiones-por.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111927783940748042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111927783940748042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/por-tu-compaia-mataria-ilusiones-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111767592089387433</id><published>2005-06-01T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:08:51.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sentimientos confunden mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;encuentro soluciones confusas,&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones pertuvadas por vidas pasadas,&lt;br /&gt;confusión y deselución,&lt;br /&gt;confunden mi vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doy vida a a nuevos pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;que son acesinados en el camino de su creación&lt;br /&gt;los veo derrochando sangre,&lt;br /&gt;sudando vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pido a gritos un poco de luz,&lt;br /&gt;ilumina mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;dame luz para respirar,&lt;br /&gt;escribo pero nadie me ve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saltando voy por un camino destrozado,&lt;br /&gt;que esta cansado de verme pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regreso y regreso,&lt;br /&gt;y no se caminar,&lt;br /&gt;le pido gracias para poder caminar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111767592089387433?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111767592089387433/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/sentimientos-confunden-mis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111767592089387433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111767592089387433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/sentimientos-confunden-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111767531802371745</id><published>2005-06-01T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:01:35.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En laberintos mentales me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;localizo luces de sabores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encuentro colores sonoros y sonidos de colores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el caos mental esta a la vista,&lt;br /&gt;contemplando visiones sonoras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111767531802371745?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111767531802371745/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/en-laberintos-mentales-me-encuentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111767531802371745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111767531802371745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/06/en-laberintos-mentales-me-encuentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707358494724920</id><published>2005-05-31T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:54:19.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este adiós no maquilla un hasta luego,&lt;br /&gt;Este nunca no esconde un ojalá,&lt;br /&gt;Estas cenizas no juegan con fuego,&lt;br /&gt;Este ciego no mira para atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este notario firma lo que escribo,&lt;br /&gt;Esta letra no la protestaré,&lt;br /&gt;Ahórrate el acuse de recibo,&lt;br /&gt;Estas vísperas son las de después.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A este ruido tan huérfano de padre&lt;br /&gt;No voy a permitirle que taladre&lt;br /&gt;Un corazón podrido de latir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este pez ya no muere por tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;Este loco se va con otra loca,&lt;br /&gt;Estos ojos no lloran más por ti.&lt;br /&gt;(JS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707358494724920?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707358494724920/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/este-adis-no-maquilla-un-hasta-luego.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707358494724920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707358494724920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/este-adis-no-maquilla-un-hasta-luego.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707354895334745</id><published>2005-05-30T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:07:58.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O soleil c’est le temps de la rasion ardente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apollinaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La treizième revient... C’est encor la première;&lt;br /&gt;Es c’est toujours la seule  -ouc’est le seul momento;&lt;br /&gt;Car es-tu reine, ô toi, la premiere ou dernière?&lt;br /&gt;Es-tu roi, toi le seul ou le vernier amant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerard de Nerval, Asthemis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707354895334745?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707354895334745/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-soleil-cest-le-temps-de-la-rasion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707354895334745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707354895334745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-soleil-cest-le-temps-de-la-rasion.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707356425240192</id><published>2005-05-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:12:44.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A mi me gustas desnuda al natural,&lt;br /&gt;No me gusta verte pintada en colores&lt;br /&gt;Como un trozo de papel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otros locos, idiotas te quieren pintar de rojo,&lt;br /&gt;Y la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas desnuda al natural,&lt;br /&gt;Como un padre pero sin madre,&lt;br /&gt;Me gustas desnuda al natural.&lt;br /&gt;(BS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707356425240192?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707356425240192/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/mi-me-gustas-desnuda-al-natural-no-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707356425240192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707356425240192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/mi-me-gustas-desnuda-al-natural-no-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707353057946977</id><published>2005-05-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:12:10.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...Usa mi llave cuando tengas frío,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te deje el cierzo en la estacada,&lt;br /&gt;Hazle un corte de mangas al hastío,&lt;br /&gt;Ven a verme cuando estés desencontrada...&lt;br /&gt;(JS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707353057946977?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707353057946977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707353057946977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707353057946977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707350514418368</id><published>2005-05-29T19:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T13:57:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ofuscado por sensaciones,&lt;br /&gt;Desconocidas que me convierten en,&lt;br /&gt;Un anónimo que muere por sentirme,&lt;br /&gt;Ajeno a ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo salir corriendo sin mirar atrás,&lt;br /&gt;Vivir una vida sin vida,&lt;br /&gt;Vivir una muerte en vida,&lt;br /&gt;Para volverla a vivir,&lt;br /&gt;O sentirme vivo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deseo sentirme vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Por alguien que me de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volar a una pagina blanca,&lt;br /&gt;En donde el caos no me alcance,&lt;br /&gt;Donde mi vida sea la única que viva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707350514418368?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707350514418368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/ofuscado-por-sensaciones-desconocidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707350514418368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707350514418368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/ofuscado-por-sensaciones-desconocidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707349047049984</id><published>2005-05-29T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:11:30.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aquí de nuevo buscando tu imagen,&lt;br /&gt; Buscando tus sonidos,&lt;br /&gt; Buscando.... Te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño tanto que siento morir,&lt;br /&gt; Convirtiéndote en una mujer, &lt;br /&gt; Princesa que con amor me ve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regreso aquí al café donde de ti me enamore&lt;br /&gt; Donde tus colores vi&lt;br /&gt; Donde tus sonidos conocí,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diste vida, diste amor , diste luz,&lt;br /&gt; Muerto me encuentro&lt;br /&gt; Escribiendo recuerdos&lt;br /&gt; Dejando desechos de vida,&lt;br /&gt; De un corazón que ya no late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707349047049984?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707349047049984/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/aqu-de-nuevo-buscando-tu-imagen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707349047049984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707349047049984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/aqu-de-nuevo-buscando-tu-imagen.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707347123100759</id><published>2005-05-29T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:11:11.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laberintos clandestinos,&lt;br /&gt;Llenos de ilusiones desbordadas,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando letras confusas y difusas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colores olvidados por un pasado inaudito,&lt;br /&gt;Sonidos caóticos llenos de desesperación,&lt;br /&gt;Construyendo castillos en el aire,&lt;br /&gt;En países extranjeros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo ilusiones externas,&lt;br /&gt;Y muertes desesperantes, &lt;br /&gt;Insultando pasiones verdaderas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando corazones perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sabores sofisticados que sofocan,&lt;br /&gt;Mis laberintos extranjeros.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707347123100759?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707347123100759/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/laberintos-clandestinos-llenos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707347123100759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707347123100759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/laberintos-clandestinos-llenos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707344014636665</id><published>2005-05-28T19:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:46:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que bello es cuando lloras,&lt;br /&gt;Que bello es cuando duermes y empiezas a soñar,&lt;br /&gt;Que bello es cuando duermes y encuentras libertad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez todo fue un engaño de un extraño comenzar,&lt;br /&gt;Solo quería amarte y verte despegar,&lt;br /&gt;Solo quería amarte pero ya no estas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no estas,&lt;br /&gt;Que puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;Como te puedo entender,&lt;br /&gt;Que triste es dormir y no soñar,&lt;br /&gt;Abrir lo ojos en soledad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amante egoísta que es mi realidad,&lt;br /&gt;Ya no se que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;(BS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707344014636665?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707344014636665/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/que-bello-es-cuando-lloras-que-bello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707344014636665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707344014636665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/que-bello-es-cuando-lloras-que-bello.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707345436387838</id><published>2005-05-28T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:10:54.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amando un recuerdo me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;Deseando revivir un instante,&lt;br /&gt;Deseando retomar tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil es vivir la vida en un laberinto,&lt;br /&gt;Difícil disfrutar la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matando corazones me encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;Escribiendo palabras sordas,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando y conociendo colores sonoros,&lt;br /&gt;Que no serán escuchados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vino inerte &lt;br /&gt;Muerto viviente,&lt;br /&gt;He tomado nuevos caminos,&lt;br /&gt;Descifrando laberintos ajenos,&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de los propios,&lt;br /&gt;Que ocultos en la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;Desean ver la luz,&lt;br /&gt;Desean estar vivos,&lt;br /&gt;Escribir letras muertas,&lt;br /&gt;Par rejuvenecer sentimientos encontrados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707345436387838?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707345436387838/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/amando-un-recuerdo-me-encuentro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707345436387838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707345436387838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/amando-un-recuerdo-me-encuentro.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707342350663721</id><published>2005-05-27T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T12:54:40.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuantas ilusiones olvidadas,&lt;br /&gt;Perdidas en el universo,&lt;br /&gt;Son ilusiones prohibidas,&lt;br /&gt;Dejadas por creencias estúpidas,&lt;br /&gt;Moral atrapada en encrucijadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir sin ti,&lt;br /&gt;Es morir en vida,&lt;br /&gt;Duros y desiertos&lt;br /&gt;Estanques de pasión reprimida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te pido un beso para seguir viviendo,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque tengo miedo de enviciarme,&lt;br /&gt;De enloquecer cuando partas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame, &lt;br /&gt;Quiero sufrir es instante,&lt;br /&gt;Deseo morir pensando o recordando&lt;br /&gt;Sentir cada instante&lt;br /&gt;este beso que con el corazón te pido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame vida,&lt;br /&gt;Un instante más de tu pasión,&lt;br /&gt;Deseo verte partir,&lt;br /&gt;Deseo ver como partes,&lt;br /&gt;Y con tigo mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mi razón de vivir,&lt;br /&gt;Deseo morir temporalmente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707342350663721?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707342350663721/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/cuantas-ilusiones-olvidadas-perdidas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707342350663721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707342350663721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/cuantas-ilusiones-olvidadas-perdidas.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707340334625041</id><published>2005-05-27T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T19:10:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parado frente a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Veo entro de mi,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrando o recordando miedos olvidados,&lt;br /&gt;En esta fortaleza que con mucho esfuerzo arme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te veo,&lt;br /&gt;Disfruto cada espacio,&lt;br /&gt;Cada centímetro de tu rostro,&lt;br /&gt;Fascinado por tus gestos, &lt;br /&gt;Tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada instante, &lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Aprovecho para encontrar algo nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;Y tenerlo en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber como ríes,&lt;br /&gt;Como lloras,&lt;br /&gt;Como disfrutas,&lt;br /&gt;Que regocijante es aprender a conocerte a descubrirte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temo encontrar dentro de mi miedo y pesadilla,&lt;br /&gt;O tal vez el saber que no volveré a dormir tranquilo &lt;br /&gt;Por que no estas a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tortura es verte y no besarte,&lt;br /&gt;Por que no puedo decirlo,&lt;br /&gt;Por que tragármelo&lt;br /&gt;Que tortura es no decirte !!! ...........  !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707340334625041?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707340334625041/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/parado-frente-ti-veo-entro-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707340334625041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707340334625041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/parado-frente-ti-veo-entro-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707337357583332</id><published>2005-05-26T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:45:30.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Muerte temporal?&lt;br /&gt;Para muchos es locura,&lt;br /&gt;Desolación,&lt;br /&gt;Sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorancia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría ser soledad,&lt;br /&gt;Es cono fingir que vives,&lt;br /&gt;El lapso de la vida donde te cintes muerto,&lt;br /&gt;O el hecho de estas muerto cuando crees estar vivo,&lt;br /&gt;O talvez deseas estarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son sentimientos atrapados,&lt;br /&gt;Colapsados unos con otros,&lt;br /&gt;La muerte temporal es la vida en oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;Es vivir por inercia,&lt;br /&gt;Es sentirse vivo por que tiene movimiento,&lt;br /&gt;Por que se cree vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame morir en paz, dame un poco de vida!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707337357583332?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707337357583332/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/muerte-temporal-para-muchos-es-locura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707337357583332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707337357583332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/muerte-temporal-para-muchos-es-locura.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111707334334617743</id><published>2005-05-26T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:43:49.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandes mentes pensando en conjunto,&lt;br /&gt;Contemplan el caos como un buen punto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... El inicio de una civilización,&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta confusión tienen los habitantes,&lt;br /&gt;Que caótico es su mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tecnología verdadera crean consumo de primera,&lt;br /&gt;Con imágenes solitarias crean modas,&lt;br /&gt;Que llegan a convertirse en desechos, olvidos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que no avanzar,&lt;br /&gt;Por que no solo disfrutar?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111707334334617743?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111707334334617743/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/grandes-mentes-pensando-en-conjunto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707334334617743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111707334334617743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/grandes-mentes-pensando-en-conjunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553753941478298</id><published>2005-05-08T00:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:42:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Palabras que te hacen ver sonidos de colores,&lt;br /&gt;Ruidos que rompen con palabras ensordecedoras,&lt;br /&gt;Vistas sofocadas por frases refinadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coágulos de luz que iluminan ya tu caótico cerebro,&lt;br /&gt;Puertas que se abren por ilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;O tal vez,&lt;br /&gt;Visiones de tu propia inmensidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puertas bidimensionales que abren universos paralelos,&lt;br /&gt;Que muestran tus miedos más profundos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que cuando estamos separados podemos platicar?&lt;br /&gt;Por que cuando no esta tu imagen la felicidad es efímera?&lt;br /&gt;Que caótica vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que mala luz hay en mi laberinto personal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame crecer sin vida,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame volar sin alas,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame pensar sin lucidez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553753941478298?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553753941478298/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/palabras-que-te-hacen-ver-sonidos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553753941478298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553753941478298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/palabras-que-te-hacen-ver-sonidos-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553751307458322</id><published>2005-05-08T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:41:00.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y sentado en la banqueta,&lt;br /&gt; Recobre mi payasa vida,&lt;br /&gt; Llena de interiores,&lt;br /&gt;  Fugaces, llena de &lt;br /&gt;      Alegría.&lt;br /&gt;Y la lluvia se llevo lo malo...&lt;br /&gt; Nunca más pensé en cosas tristes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553751307458322?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553751307458322/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-sentado-en-la-banqueta-recobre-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553751307458322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553751307458322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-sentado-en-la-banqueta-recobre-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553749900185169</id><published>2005-05-08T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:40:27.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vientos que llevan recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;Antepasados que viven del ayer,&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas angustias conocidas por,&lt;br /&gt;El hombre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto dolor viene del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;Por que el mirar atrás es tan llamativo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigo viento llévate mis recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;Deja llegar el futuro, &lt;br /&gt;Déjame avanzar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553749900185169?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553749900185169/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/vientos-que-llevan-recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553749900185169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553749900185169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/vientos-que-llevan-recuerdos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553745918812563</id><published>2005-05-08T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:38:25.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De tu nombre brotan cenizas,&lt;br /&gt; Del ayer que no pudimos,&lt;br /&gt; Recobrar y yo aquí,&lt;br /&gt; Solo entre volcanes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Trataré de no mirar atrás.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553745918812563?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553745918812563/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/de-tu-nombre-brotan-cenizas-del-ayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553745918812563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553745918812563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/de-tu-nombre-brotan-cenizas-del-ayer.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553742762210583</id><published>2005-05-08T00:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:36:32.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La inmensidad desata un hasta luego...&lt;br /&gt; ...Y en la noche de quimeras,&lt;br /&gt;  Rió y luego lloro,&lt;br /&gt;  Sin vislumbrar la,&lt;br /&gt;  Otra orilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553742762210583?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553742762210583/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/la-inmensidad-desata-un-hasta-luego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553742762210583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553742762210583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/la-inmensidad-desata-un-hasta-luego.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553739019374708</id><published>2005-05-08T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:33:18.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Extrañas sensaciones invaden mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;Sueños olvidados regresan sin ser solicitados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamientos efímeros,&lt;br /&gt;Con una mente en blanco,&lt;br /&gt;Deseos ilustrados, llenos de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el universo es ilusión,&lt;br /&gt;Por que es tan complejo?,&lt;br /&gt;Por que la mente tiene laberintos individuales.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553739019374708?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553739019374708/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/extraas-sensaciones-invaden-mi-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553739019374708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553739019374708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/extraas-sensaciones-invaden-mi-mente.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553733650781498</id><published>2005-05-08T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:29:16.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Miradas fugaces,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamientos aturdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Gotas de sangre golpean la mente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caos visual en ilusiones vanas,&lt;br /&gt;Desorden auditivo,&lt;br /&gt;Labios cortados por promesas incumplidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calidos deseos de bondad,&lt;br /&gt;Cuantos laberintos hay en mi mente,&lt;br /&gt;Que no dejan descansar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un bolígrafo con vida propia,&lt;br /&gt;Escribe unas letras que nadie,&lt;br /&gt;A de escuchar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persianas que abren puertas,&lt;br /&gt;En laberinto personal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553733650781498?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553733650781498/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/miradas-fugaces-pensamientos-aturdidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553733650781498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553733650781498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/miradas-fugaces-pensamientos-aturdidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-111553726366167698</id><published>2005-05-08T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:27:28.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finas estructuras, sonidos ensordecedores,&lt;br /&gt;Imágenes pesadas, incremento de sueño,&lt;br /&gt;Depresión y estrés,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuantas falsas sensaciones invaden el universo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Infinitos llenos de ruido visual,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oídos cansados por unos labios,&lt;br /&gt;Que no dejan de producir sonidos,&lt;br /&gt;Vistas agotadas por imágenes,&lt;br /&gt;Ensordecedores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta molestia,&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto miedo,&lt;br /&gt;Cuanta envidia,&lt;br /&gt;Cuanto egoísmo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que pesado es el caos,&lt;br /&gt;Que densas sensaciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-111553726366167698?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/111553726366167698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/finas-estructuras-sonidos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553726366167698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/111553726366167698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2005/05/finas-estructuras-sonidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Ivan A. Robledo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105609608729681258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beewTS_sKxM/TKzeaEUI-yI/AAAAAAAAAH8/ic9q8n3OUQU/S220/Photo+on+2010-09-09+at+10.20+%233.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8049694.post-109327649630095958</id><published>2004-08-23T08:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:18:28.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inicio con una historia</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--Epero les sea grata... la llamo ( VIDA DE FREELANCE )&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jugar en el nuevo y desconocido, hasta ahora, mundo de los negocios , un reto interesante para quienes inician su aventura como Freelance…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;El camino es arduo: administrar su propio tiempo, conseguir su primer cliente, organizar la vida personal fuera de una institución puede convertirse en un caos. La operación y producción de proyectos es una tarea cuesta arriba.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Escuela, libros, trabajos academicos, examenes, experiencia de trabajos anteriores, relaciones publicas, Encanto personal, todos estos son y cuentan en esta gran aventura.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tus metas son muy grandes como tus expectativas, se inicia con tener el primer cliente, el cual sera el eslabon para los siguientes, se deberan organizar: formas, tiempos, ideas, inicativas, jornadas agobiantes de trabajo, en las cuales muchas veces terminas molido, en estos momentos desearias tener dias de 48 y 72 horas, pero lo importante es llegar a la meta, CUMPLIR. Esto le dara a tu nueva empresa un carisma, una personalidad y un lugar dentro del mercado. Disfrutas cada proyecto que realizas, puesto que en el van plasmados toda tu creatividad, tu vision del mundo, tus sentimientos, todos estos conjuga dos nos dan una imagen grafica y……si esta le gusta al cliente quien se convierte en tu examinador final…….sientes tocar la gloria.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ahora vienen mas problemas que solucionar, si no cuentas con un capital de trabajo, te amolas, primero porque tus clientes, en terminos generales buscan subsidios, alquien que les de cómo minimo un mes de financiamiento al proyecto, te empiezan con que….Pasa el proximo mes por tu cheque. En algunos casos, cuando inicias con un nuevo cliente, este te ofrece, ofrece y ofrece, mas siempre hay una proxima semana. Esto conlleva a tener perdidas de tiempo, pues de alguna manera has programado ya&lt;br/&gt;la ejecución de tu nuevo trabajo y la no llegada de datos te atrasas. Al final de cuentas no hay tiempo que puedas organizar a cabalidad, pues hay factores que no dependen de ti.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Otro de los factores que tienen incidencia en el desarrollo de tu trabajo, es la dependencia que tienes con las empresa que te proveen materiales, cada una de ellas tiene diferente horario de atención al publico, de tal manera que es recomendable tomarse un tiempo prudencial para investigación en cuanto a horarios y asi elaborar una agenda que te permita acceder a ellos. Por otro lado si cuentas o no con un vehículo para tu movilización, sabemos que en esta gran ciudad de nada te vale, y si utilizas el servicio de transporte publico, deberas contar con los turnos de salida y llegada todo en forma aproximadas, ya que nadie garantiza horarios fieles o confiables, y si tomamos en cuenta que en este negocio, es primordial que puedas cumplir con horarios, tanto de visita como con fechas y horas de entrega de los trabajos, entonces llegamos a la conclusión que la palabra magica se denomina ORGANIZACIÓN, en todos los aspectos, pues deberas hacerlo con horarios, tuyos , de transporte, de servicios al cliente , de visitas, en fin con todo.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Si todos estos factores no funcionan de manera ordenada, corres el riesgo de quedar como un INCUMPLIDO, sabemos que esa no es la etiqueta que debes ponerte, nuestra mejor tarjeta de presentacion siempre debera ser: un buen trabajo en un tiempo razonable, y eso te abrira las puertas del mercado en general. El valor del mismo sera tasado en función de su excelsitud. Al final dependes de ellos pues tienes que cumplir con : renta, tarjetas de credito, luz, agua, telefono, etec, etc.--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;*******    d - side    *********&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8049694-109327649630095958?l=sin-nombre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/feeds/109327649630095958/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2004/08/inicio-con-una-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/109327649630095958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8049694/posts/default/109327649630095958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sin-nombre.blogspot.com/2004/08/inicio-con-una-historia.html' title='Inicio con una historia'/><author><name>Ivan A. 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