<?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-7914207669876348470</id><updated>2012-02-12T22:23:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura Ve</title><subtitle type='html'>Textos de alguien que sonrie al ver</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-910868164031570998</id><published>2011-08-02T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T18:41:32.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Juntando los pedazos de piel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reconstruyendo la carne,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Una vez más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reviviendo y reconociendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intentando de nuevo nacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Respirar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exhalar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Me entrego con miedo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A paso firme voy a mi reencuetro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-910868164031570998?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/910868164031570998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=910868164031570998' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/910868164031570998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/910868164031570998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2011/08/volver.html' title='.Volver'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3282701665153116456</id><published>2011-04-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T09:30:53.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;La angustia pone ciegos a mis ojos....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No quiero más angustia&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Estaría&amp;nbsp;poder volver a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3282701665153116456?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3282701665153116456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3282701665153116456' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3282701665153116456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3282701665153116456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-angustia-pone-ciegos-mis-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5185440272133701060</id><published>2011-01-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:37:09.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;NeCeSiTo dEsEsPeRaDaMeNtE aArRtTeE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5185440272133701060?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5185440272133701060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5185440272133701060' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5185440272133701060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5185440272133701060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2011/01/necesito-desesperadamente-aarrttee.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5233713972445372837</id><published>2011-01-22T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T07:34:36.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;va a llegar el tiempo que las&amp;nbsp;pálidas&amp;nbsp;me digan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;stop&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;. soy tan insistente que sigo con esperanza esperado un tiempo mejor. todo sentimiento&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;nauseabundo&amp;nbsp;que hoy me aclama se va a terminar. o al menos hoy intento aferrarme a esas cosas (pocas pero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;importantisimas&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;) que me hacen brillar el&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5233713972445372837?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5233713972445372837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5233713972445372837' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5233713972445372837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5233713972445372837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2011/01/va-llegar-el-tiempo-que-las-digan-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6638281821319623157</id><published>2010-11-25T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:30:12.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Estaria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;poder entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;y comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;la forma adecuada para arrancar otra vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;estaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6638281821319623157?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6638281821319623157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6638281821319623157' title='7 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6638281821319623157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6638281821319623157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/11/estaria-bueno-poder-entender-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6669427798553258869</id><published>2010-09-20T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T15:32:03.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Divague</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Moverme mientras la llama arranca la incipiente ceniza del cigarro. Poner la atención, detener la mirada en la perspectiva de lo que llega, acariciando el futuro tan cercano como la brisa que me cubre la espalda en este instante.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Puertas abiertas, así me gustan o las prefiero. Una puerta cerrada me significa impedimento. Yo no quiero eso, hoy estoy para otras cosas. Soy consiente que quiero caminar nuevos senderos, aprender a saltar alto y al descender sonreír, gritar y ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Tirada en el suelo, con mi cabeza reposando en tu alma y viendo (nos) crecer.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -con mi palma sellada a tu palma-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6669427798553258869?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6669427798553258869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6669427798553258869' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6669427798553258869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6669427798553258869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/09/divague.html' title='Divague'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7366466547112155065</id><published>2010-09-01T10:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T10:37:56.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dejate de joder y ya no mires para atras&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7366466547112155065?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7366466547112155065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7366466547112155065' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7366466547112155065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7366466547112155065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/09/dejate-de-joder-y-ya-no-mires-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7400535599075328727</id><published>2010-07-06T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:07:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Soy hija de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;heterosexuales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Creci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; obligada a entender que errar es humano, que la gente se confunde y que aveces esos errores nos involucran. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Creci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; en una casa de padres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;heterosexuales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;convivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; con su violencia tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;fisica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; como verbal, con sus enfermedades, con sus locura. De papá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Raul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; hoy en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; ya nada se de el, nunca se acerco a ser eso que dicen que debe ser un padre, no recuerdo si alguna vez me arropo antes de dormir, no recuerdo muchos instantes felices con el, a decir verdad los recuerdos de esa infancia con padre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; son bastantes oscuros y tristes. Mamá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; aun hoy esta muy muy lejos de ser la madre que dicen que tiene que ser una madre. Mamá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Stella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;, dudo que alguna vez pueda enmendar los "errores" que cometió y comete como mamá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Mi padrastro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; es un ser humano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; es padre y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;tambien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;quizo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; jugar a ser mi papá pero termino queriendo jugar a otra cosa y el resultado fue que esa persona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;heterosexual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt; me cagara la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Yo soy Laura, ya casi piso los 22 años, estoy en pareja con una mujer. Desde hace unos años que vivo mi sexualidad libremente. No me gusta ponerle una etiqueta a esa sexualidad. Me considero una persona libre, que es capaz de elegir, que es capaz de buscar su felicidad. Pero la etiqueta de mi persona es que soy una ser humana homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;El matrimonio que unió a mi papa y a mi mama siempre me pareció una reverenda mierda. el matrimonio me pareció siempre un papel que el estado otorgaba y nunca me pareció que fuera muy necesario para determinar el deseo de dos personas de compartir su vida. hoy entiendo que es mucho mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;cada noche cuando me acuesto, justo en el momento previo a cerrar los ojos para dormir , veo lo mismo... la veo a ella. la veo y el corazón se me agita a mil por hora de felicidad. la veo y entiendo que quiero intentar todo para siga siendo lo ultimo que vea todas las noches de mi vida. la veo a ella y entiendo lo que es estar enamorada, lo que es sentir que la felicidad te colma, la veo y comprendo que es ella y cualquier temor que pudiera aparecer se va tan solo con verla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;para mi,para ella el matrimonio se convierte en mucho mas. si yo mañana quisiera casarme con ella no podria. mi deseo seria mutilado por leyes que al no permitirme formalizar de manera legal con la persona que amo, me excluyen, me diferencian, me discriminan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;y la verdad siempre me chupo un verdadero huevo lo que pensaran de mi pero me canse y aca estoy. es que la ignorancia es tanta... mi sexualidad no define si soy o no una buena persona o si soy o no un pedazo de mierda. no fue la sexualidad elegida de mi papa, mi mama y mi padrastro heterosexuales lo que definio su manera de ser, accionar y sobre todo su manera de darme infelicidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;el genero de la persona con la que me acuesto cada noche no me hace ni mejor ni peor ciudadana, no hace que no pague mis impuestos, que sea estudiante, trabajadora, consumidora,etc de este pais en el que naci. lo unico que hace esa persona con la que me acuesto cada noche es hacerme feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;estoy enamorada y me gustaria en el futuro poder casarme y formar una familia. estoy enamorada y me gustaria que se me respete mi eleccion asi como yo respeto tantas cosas en las que no creo pero otros si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;para mi ser homosexual no me invalida como ser humano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;mi sexualidad es mia, y quiero tener el mismo derecho a vivirla como todas las personas. no pido mas que los mismos derechos, derechos legales,juridiscos y humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;defiendo con uñas y dientes mi DERECHO A ELEGIR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;yo no tuve ni papa ni mama homosexual y no tuve una infancia feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;yo soy una mujer homosexual y mi mayor sueño es ser mama alguna vez... asi como lo soñe cuando era una niña que jugaba con una muñeca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7400535599075328727?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;acariciar un sueño. . .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mirar tus ojos y sentir mi corazón latir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cuatro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8054234740469432885?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8054234740469432885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8054234740469432885' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8054234740469432885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bastante, ultimamente el vertigo es constante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y le doy caricias al cielo que se adorna con las mas bellas estrellas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aveces el piso esta envuelto en miedos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2952709487904782095?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2952709487904782095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2952709487904782095' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2952709487904782095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8298088356635528631?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8298088356635528631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8298088356635528631' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8298088356635528631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8298088356635528631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/S69nUg5iTSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/lX4864508Ow/s72-c/P3050061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2060474769048188057</id><published>2010-02-28T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:50:17.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Resulta que mastico veneno mientras los ojos acumulan la lagrima que no va a caer. Mi hipocandriaco pecho se desespera al sentir por la sangre correr esta pelicula ya vista.Resulta que me siento en un frasco del que no puedo salir, el vidrio no tardara en quebrarse llevandose consigo a mis revueltas tripas. Mi cansado corazon,gritando, exige una muestra de amor, cual sea que sea pero que sea. Resulta que ya veo a mi cuerpo retumbandose cuando mi mente termine de derrapar. Mi cabeza intenta ser fuerte pero el huracan se acerca y las ganas se van con el.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2060474769048188057?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2060474769048188057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2060474769048188057' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2060474769048188057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2060474769048188057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/02/resulta-que-mastico-veneno-mientras-los.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4249220349757331431</id><published>2010-02-14T14:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:45:26.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahora si todo esta muy mal&lt;br /&gt;laburo de mierda y la puta madre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4249220349757331431?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-754905725682947779</id><published>2010-02-06T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T19:18:35.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>vuelvo quemada.vuelvo porque necesito desinflar la cabeza y no se como.antes escribir me liberaba.hoy no.no tengo la mas puta idea de que voy a hacer con todo.te estoy gritando algo a vos.pero como yo no veo vos tampoco ves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-754905725682947779?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/754905725682947779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=754905725682947779' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/754905725682947779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/754905725682947779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/02/vuelvo-quemada.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2148677150695834995</id><published>2010-01-28T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:06:26.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tengo razones para hacer lo que hago. tengo razones para no volver por un tiempo por aqui-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2148677150695834995?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2148677150695834995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2148677150695834995' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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arrancar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7792368980669442863?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7792368980669442863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7792368980669442863' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7792368980669442863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7792368980669442863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/01/todo-esta-dicho-arrancar.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura 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me dio culpa cuando me clave una chocolatada en el almuerzo. En el laburo soy heterosexual, tengo novio, no miro a las clientas que se parten y de vez en cuando asiento a los comentarios de mis compañeras sobre los flacos que entran al local. Dichos comentarios no son aptos para todo público.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta situación me esta preocupando. Desde que trabajo acá, me quede sin novia, las minas no se me acercan y para el colmo los tipos están gustosos de chamuyarme, desde el kiosquero hasta el colectivero que todas las noches me deja en la esquina de casa sin importarle que no sea parada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si voy a tener que empezar a frecuentar lugares del “ambiente” o empezar a salir en mis ratos libres con una remera de amo a las mujeres para que alguna se digne a tirarme un poquito de onda…aunque quizás sea que en realidad ya se me notan los triple bacon de mc donals (si rompí mi teoría anticapitalista por el socialismo de mi bolsillo sale 8 pe no mas y llena así q no me rompan los ovarios) de tantos almuerzos en el cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se, no se… pero necesito decir AMO A LAS MUJERES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3312588731376057214?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7498469957286766880</id><published>2010-01-18T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:42:53.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que pocas noticias hay que en tn no dejan de hablar que dos (si sra DOS!!!UNA TERRRRRRIBLE CANTIDAD QUE OCACIONARA UN DESORDEN ENORME Y DEJARA SIN CASAS A MILES DE FAMILIAS) arboles cayeron producto de la lluvia en el taaaaaaaaaaan querido barrio de palermo.&lt;br /&gt;Una amiga me manda un sonido de la zulma lobato para hacerme huir de un tema catastrofico de miranda de esos que te agarran las tripas y te las revuelven como guiso de domingo....imposible!!!!ya esta, "uno los dos" es como el plus perfecto para cortarte las venas con una GALLETITA DE AGUA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y asi son las cosas que no son como cambiarte la chabomba a la mañana siguiente, algo se marca, algo se qda y uno aveces(como esta) no sabe de la profundidad de la que se habla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tn sigue informando TAAAAAAAAAN&amp;nbsp; interesantemente mientras yo borro los vestigios mas visibles, para engañarme. mañana me voy a despertar y quizas no me diga como hoy "gorda fea" quizas me diga mmm lau estas hermosa y quizas me diga que todo esta sanado...hoy digo esto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd/ amo los temas viejos de miranda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7498469957286766880?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7498469957286766880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7498469957286766880' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7498469957286766880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7498469957286766880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-pocas-noticias-hay-que-en-tn-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6621377073959634705</id><published>2010-01-10T14:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T14:57:03.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENEDETTI</title><content type='html'>Amar sin nadie/ vaya cosa triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin nada que abrazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni Eva que nos abrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscar en la memoria de la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la boca la cintura la lujuria ganada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las suaves nalgas tibias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sólo hallar respuestas de fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los desaparecidos no aparecen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las voces de los árboles se apagan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quedan escombros de caricias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y con pudor nos preguntamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué decimos tantas veces corazón?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿será el único amigo que nos queda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿o será el refugio de los que queremos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar con alguien/ vaya cosa buena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6621377073959634705?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6621377073959634705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6621377073959634705' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6621377073959634705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6621377073959634705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/01/benedetti_10.html' title='BENEDETTI'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6409365249848582430</id><published>2010-01-09T17:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:57:34.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BENEDETTI</title><content type='html'>NO TE SALVES &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te quedes inmóvil al borde del camino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no congeles el júbilo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no quieras con desgana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te salves ahora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni nunca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te salves &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te llenes de calma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no reserves del mundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dejes caer lo párpados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te quedes sin labios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te duermas sin sueño &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te pienses sin sangre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te juzgues sin tiempo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pese a todo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no puedes evitarlo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y congelas el jubilo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quieres con desgana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas ahora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te llenas de calma &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y reservas del mundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo un rincón tranquilo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y dejas caer los párpados &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pesados como juicios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te secas sin labios &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te duermes sin sueño &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te piensas sin sangre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te juzgas sin tiempo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te quedas inmóvil &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al borde del camino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y te salvas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no te quedes conmigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6409365249848582430?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6409365249848582430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6409365249848582430' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6409365249848582430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6409365249848582430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2010/01/benedetti.html' title='BENEDETTI'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5948156178002319145</id><published>2009-12-31T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T18:00:59.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>confirmo la sospecha: &lt;em&gt;soy una tremenda cobarde que no se anima a enfrentar(te) las cosas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5948156178002319145?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5948156178002319145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5948156178002319145' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5948156178002319145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5948156178002319145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/confirmo-la-sospecha-soy-una-tremenda.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5500970071527584320</id><published>2009-12-31T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T17:56:38.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>trato de ordenar las cosas. ponerlas en cajas de colores. luego pienso que los colores harian que haga una seleccion de memoria emotiva asignandole a cada color un sentimiento y luego de esto creo que es lo que menos necesito ahora.decido que sera un solo color al azar. comienzo a tramar la forma pero me encuentro con una pared. simplemente aun no puedo organizar nada. aunque quiera lo contrario le soy infiel a cada teoria por mi formulada, conceptos que trabaje taaaaanto. me encuentro en una via donde el tren dejo de pasar y el tiempo es mucho, y en mucho tiempo no hago mas que pensar y pensar me hiere. nose porque soy asi tan fragil, me gustaria saberlo. pero simplemente no puedo contener la respiracion, zambullirme y salir nueva. sera que es por que no se nadar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5500970071527584320?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5500970071527584320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5500970071527584320' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5500970071527584320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5500970071527584320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/trato-de-ordenar-las-cosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2280761663431412386</id><published>2009-12-31T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:22:16.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero teletransportarme&lt;br /&gt;quiero entenderme&lt;br /&gt;quiero terminar con la angustia&lt;br /&gt;nose&lt;br /&gt;necesito algo de claridad&lt;br /&gt;necesito no sentirme asi tan perdida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdida sin mi estupidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extrañar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2280761663431412386?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2280761663431412386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2280761663431412386' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2280761663431412386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2280761663431412386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-teletransportarme-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1258532459403982482</id><published>2009-12-31T13:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:17:53.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>los malos entendidos me confinan al silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no sirvo para guerras frias-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1258532459403982482?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1258532459403982482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1258532459403982482' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1258532459403982482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1258532459403982482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-malos-entendidos-me-confinan-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8599833301569779494</id><published>2009-12-30T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:37:55.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nada. nada en la vida de ella. ni un respiro de mi existencia habita en sus dias. nada, una nada tan nada como la que me gobierna el alma. escucho el traqueteo en las vias. rememoro en mi mente el concierto de grillos y pajaritos interrumpiendo aquellos pensamientos inutiles, que como deber existian, para tapar aquellos que me confinaban al abismo. nada me siento. una particula de esas que cuando el sol se filtra en una ventana se ven, de esas que de pequeña intentaba agarrar con mis manitos...y nunca podia, al fin y al cabo porque son nada como hoy lo es mi alma en la vida de ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8599833301569779494?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8599833301569779494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8599833301569779494' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8599833301569779494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8599833301569779494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1176284353071256718</id><published>2009-12-30T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:30:19.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>solo puedo decir que se yo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1176284353071256718?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1176284353071256718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1176284353071256718' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1176284353071256718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1176284353071256718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/solo-puedo-decir-que-se-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4698501741834842660</id><published>2009-12-30T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:34:32.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo me pregunto porq cuando mas en pedacitos estoy vos tenes que aparecer y hacer que me fume todo tu melodrama?yo me pregunto porque no me dejas tranquila escribir en mi bolg y le contas tus niñadas a alguien a quien le interese?yo te digo: te estas sacando un voleto de ida a la reverenda mierda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4698501741834842660?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4698501741834842660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4698501741834842660' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4698501741834842660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4698501741834842660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/yo-me-pregunto-porq-cuando-mas-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1179003959005860231</id><published>2009-12-30T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:29:28.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TENES DOS OPCIONES ESTIMADA LAURITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o te levantas... o seguis resfriandote por llorar con el aire acondicionado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1179003959005860231?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1179003959005860231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1179003959005860231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1179003959005860231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1179003959005860231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/tenes-dos-opciones-estimada-laurita-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1699346496461829878</id><published>2009-12-30T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:27:24.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El duende me pregunto.."¿aun seguis con ganas de respirar'?"&lt;br /&gt;dolio el sincerismo pero no con mis ojos de vidrio le respondi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creía que el amor, no tenía medidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dejas de querer, talvez otra mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y olvidé aquello, que una vez pensaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nunca acabaría, nunca acabaría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sin embargo terminó."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1699346496461829878?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1699346496461829878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1699346496461829878' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1699346496461829878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1699346496461829878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-duende-me-pregunto.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2460207460742372169</id><published>2009-12-28T18:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T18:17:18.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mira lau lo que encontre: tiene resortes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colo dixit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colo te amo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2460207460742372169?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2460207460742372169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3658422485120712464</id><published>2009-12-07T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:11:00.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>estoy re en pedo</title><content type='html'>me meti de cabeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es verdad quizas no pense bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora todo parece estar deliyendose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y mi cabeza esta por los pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gambetee los miedos pero el partido cambio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora parecen ser todos goles en contra otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y es que no se como decir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si mi grito no va alcanzar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las ganas me laten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero el corazon entro en corto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sobre sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo y lo se y vos sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero es que no entindo el laberinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que se armo estos dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quiero saber si tenes las ganas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito saber si te qres despertar en mi boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el alcohol no se me evapora en la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta tan presente como el perfume que hoy me compre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y vos no estas por ningun lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera en la irrealidad hoy te puedo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sucede que te extraño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito saber que me amas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3658422485120712464?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3658422485120712464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-273775907907555025</id><published>2009-12-07T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:04:09.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNN2a7R1c4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DNN2a7R1c4E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6061468056011040331</id><published>2009-11-30T17:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:13:39.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Che, te amo</title><content type='html'>en el laburo se escucha el mismo compilado en mp3 todos los dias...&lt;br /&gt;pasan muchos cantante e intentos de cantantes&lt;br /&gt;pasan canciones que aborresco y canciones que me caen simpaticas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"por un segundo de tu cuerpo doy el mundo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6061468056011040331?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8616383794716925312</id><published>2009-11-23T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:10:38.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Su boca se pegaba a la de su oponente en esta batalla de amor sus miradas, fijas, desconocían del entorno rodeante que contenía sus almas sus bocas no conocían las distancias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sus lenguas se entrelazaban, sus cabellos se enredaban y los brazos se fundían mucho más que en un simple abrazo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sus miradas, fijas, aniquilaban el tumulto externo el intercambio de aire en sus pulmones se aceleraba cada vez mas el ritmo de sus corazones creaban la melodía mas dulce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sus miradas, fijas...construían en el beso mas perfecto el ciclope q a sus almas unía&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8616383794716925312?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8616383794716925312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8616383794716925312' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8616383794716925312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Rescátame de este hastío dándole vida a mis ganas. Lléname de éxtasis cada recoveco del alma y por favor háceme viajar a tu galaxia, transportame a tus cielos donde las nubes hablan o regálame un pedazo de tu tierra con pasto celeste y lagunas blancas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4437669216027047543?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4437669216027047543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4437669216027047543' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4437669216027047543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4437669216027047543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/veni-desatarme-rompeme-las-vestiduras.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7146309785731332523</id><published>2009-11-22T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:56:04.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SwmbXrZCJsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/c6_4kAkAtUI/s1600/16142_1258454577342_1108959830_790864_3802668_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SwmbXrZCJsI/AAAAAAAAAyI/c6_4kAkAtUI/s320/16142_1258454577342_1108959830_790864_3802668_n.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta foto me la saco Maku, mi amiga Maku...en Catamarca..en las vacaciones de invierno y me gusta toda, entera, es una foto que simplemente me encanta..no se&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo ganas de fumar un pucho como en esa foto...es decir con ese aire q tenia alla, relajado..feliz...no se..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;necesito un verdadero franco y besos de amor, de mi amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7146309785731332523?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7146309785731332523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7146309785731332523' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7146309785731332523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7146309785731332523'/><link 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/&gt;Si me dejes que me acerque a tu alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te borrare las espinas clavadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amargos tragos pasados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu cuerpo me deja llegar a tu centro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos como sueños que no terminan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrazos de corazón sincero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te entregare la energía que nace en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me permitís cuidarte esta mañana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te regalare estas sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu boca me ofrenda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dulzura de tu risa este atardecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-escrita cuando todo se iniciaba-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8788800936987531397?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8788800936987531397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8788800936987531397' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8788800936987531397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8788800936987531397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/te-dibujare-sonrisas-de-miel-si-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6039942335457975860</id><published>2009-11-18T16:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T16:24:29.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Menos mal que la casa del nono es grande, sino imaginate..vos...yo...y la millonada de perros y gatos a los que les vas&amp;nbsp; a dar alojo jajaja....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te amo asi como sos, por estas cosas....asi como son&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6039942335457975860?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2518476599647837586</id><published>2009-11-16T18:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:37:37.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.............si pudiera esta noche te regalaria el respiro del bosque&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2518476599647837586?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2518476599647837586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2518476599647837586' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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sal&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; una de azucar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una de azucar&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; una de sal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4683964398782531957?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4683964398782531957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4683964398782531957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algunas veces vuelo&lt;br /&gt;y otras veces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me arrastro demasiado a ras del suelo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;algunas madrugadas me desvelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y ando como un gato en celo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;patrullando la ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;en busca de una gatita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;a esa hora maldita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;en que los bares a punto están de cerrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;cuando el alma necesita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;un cuerpo que acariciar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algunas veces vivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y otras veces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida se me va con lo que escribo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;algunas veces busco un adjetivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspirado y posesivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que te arañe el corazón;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;luego arrojo mi mensaje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;se lo lleva de equipaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;una botella…, al mar de tu incomprensión.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No quiero hacerte chantaje,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sólo quiero regalarte una canción&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Y algunas veces suelo recostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mi cabeza en el hombro de la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y le hablo de esa amante inoportuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que se llama soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algunas veces gano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y otras veces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pongo un circo y me crecen los enanos;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;algunas veces doy con un gusano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;en la fruta del manzano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;prohibido del padre Adán;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o duermo y dejo la puerta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mi habitación abierta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por si acaso se te ocurre regresar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;más raro fue aquel verano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que no paró de nevar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Y algunas veces suelo recostar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;mi cabeza en el hombro de la luna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;y le hablo de esa amante inoportuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que se llama soledad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7080922367654728712?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7080922367654728712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7080922367654728712' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7080922367654728712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Los espacios vacios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; enter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2901036039889034947?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2901036039889034947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2901036039889034947' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2901036039889034947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2901036039889034947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1445974091212963848</id><published>2009-11-10T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:54:36.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El dia empieza mal, ¿y como no va a empezar mal si una moto se estalla en la puerta del remisse que te lleva al laburo?el dia sigue mal¿y como no va a seguir mal si una estupida te rompe los ovarios?y el dia termina mal...sintiendo que los ojos de tu diosa del olimpo otra vez miran hacia atras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1445974091212963848?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1445974091212963848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1445974091212963848' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1445974091212963848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1445974091212963848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-dia-empieza-mal-y-como-no-va-empezar.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5486225830687139376</id><published>2009-11-04T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:17:10.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tengo un sueño aleboso y un hueco en la cama que te aclama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo dos ojos verdes que estan abiertos pero que por dentro se me pierden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo la temblerosa ilucion que la noche te traiga hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo un estallido que te llama sin parar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo mil bocanadas en los pulmones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;de respiros y suspiros con tu nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo 20 colillas de cigarro que se agotaron mientras en el humo te buscaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo mas de mil razones para perder la cabeza entrañando tus dones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Tengo el motivo mas importante para aguantar las ausencias y tranquila esperarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5486225830687139376?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5486225830687139376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5486225830687139376' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5486225830687139376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5486225830687139376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/vos.html' title='vos'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3369972723480204495</id><published>2009-11-04T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:00:20.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quiero hacer abre cadabra y encontrar todas las soluciones que necesitamos.&lt;br /&gt;hacer abra cadabra y hacerte feliz.&lt;br /&gt;hacer abra cadabra y hacernos felices.&lt;br /&gt;hacer abra cadabra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero me dijieron por ahi que merlin y los hechiseros en realidad nunca existieron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3369972723480204495?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3369972723480204495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3369972723480204495' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3369972723480204495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3369972723480204495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/quiero-hacer-abre-cadabra-y-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2072909930219308591</id><published>2009-11-03T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:32:40.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;aquellas particulares miradas del mundo&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;aquellas distintas sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;em&gt;son aquellos respiros tan vitales&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;y embriagadores&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;los motivos por los cuales yo suelo amarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2072909930219308591?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2072909930219308591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2072909930219308591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2072909930219308591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2072909930219308591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/son-aquellas-particulares-miradas-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1787720298883401028</id><published>2009-11-02T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:47:57.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Es hora de que calles o comiences a fingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Atenete a pagar esta cuenta exagerada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;¡Con propinas a no olvidarte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No vaya a ser cosa de que creas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que te corresponde invitación al banquete,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por un par de sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Que desde el olimpo pudiste visionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Resulta ser que es más complicado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Llamar la atención es solo el primer paso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De este baile, grandísimo baile que arrancaste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hasta que la música lo guste o su hacedor lo comprenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;No se puede frenar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Y te aseguro esto ni siquiera es comenzar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Una buena te tengo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sos la primera que se anima a recorrer toda la pista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quizás seas vos quien logres abrir las nueces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quizás salgas victoriosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Por ser la primera que oyó palabras distintas de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1787720298883401028?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1787720298883401028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1787720298883401028' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1787720298883401028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1787720298883401028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='.-'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1847627552196094339</id><published>2009-10-29T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T10:43:50.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>y un día simplemente lo haces, y te hablan y ya no sonreis ni le pones enfasis al asunto, ya no sentis las ganas de rescatar algo...y del otro lado lo notan y reprochan lo que siempre hicieron.&lt;br /&gt;y un día simplemente no tenes ganas de dar explicaciones.&lt;br /&gt;y ese día es hoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1847627552196094339?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1847627552196094339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1847627552196094339' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1847627552196094339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1847627552196094339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/10/y-un-dia-simplemente-lo-haces-y-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5964682287878599301</id><published>2009-10-11T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T16:05:13.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>acostarme&lt;br /&gt;entregarme&lt;br /&gt;y soñarte&lt;br /&gt;soñarte deseandote&lt;br /&gt;imaginarte&lt;br /&gt;entre mis manos de papel&lt;br /&gt;tu piel &lt;br /&gt;tu dulce y cercana piel&lt;br /&gt;crear escenarios&lt;br /&gt;crear vidas&lt;br /&gt;y dulces muertes&lt;br /&gt;besarte hasta creerlo&lt;br /&gt;despertarme&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;a mis manos...&lt;br /&gt;quietas&lt;br /&gt;vacias&lt;br /&gt;mudas&lt;br /&gt;mi mirada nota.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5964682287878599301?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5964682287878599301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5964682287878599301' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5964682287878599301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5964682287878599301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/10/acostarme-entregarme-y-sonarte-sonarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5187401571843159155</id><published>2009-10-11T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:46:50.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD</title><content type='html'>A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese instante que no se olvida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan vacío devuelto por las sombras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan vacío rechazado por los relojes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese pobre instante adoptado por mi ternura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desnudo desnudo de sangre de alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ojos para recordar angustias de antaño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin labios para recoger el zumo de las violencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdidas en el canto de los helados campanarios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ampáralo niña ciega de alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponle tus cabellos escarchados por el fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázalo pequeña estatua de terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Señálale el mundo convulsionado a tus pies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tus pies donde mueren las golondrinas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiritantes de pavor frente al futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dile que los suspiros del mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humedecen las únicas palabras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por las que vale vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ese instante sudoroso de nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acurrucado en la cueva del destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin manos para decir nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin manos para regalar mariposas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A los niños muertos &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pizarnik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5187401571843159155?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5187401571843159155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5187401571843159155' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5187401571843159155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5187401571843159155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/10/la-espera-de-la-oscuridad.html' title='A LA ESPERA DE LA OSCURIDAD'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5904772637266386166</id><published>2009-10-10T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:41:51.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>buscando diosas del olimpo&lt;br /&gt;destino de amor que a mi corazón se le encomendó&lt;br /&gt;pero las diosas están perseguidas&lt;br /&gt;por fantasmas dispuestos a dar función&lt;br /&gt;con cantos de sirena las aclaman&lt;br /&gt;y con el bolso al hombro veo la puerta de salida&lt;br /&gt;el mar estalla en mis pupilas cansadas&lt;br /&gt;me entrego al hueco que deja su magia&lt;br /&gt;aunque mis manos arrebatan nada contienen&lt;br /&gt;mientras mi boca blasfema palabras sin coherencia&lt;br /&gt;nunca mi cabeza logro explicar cuanto fuego corre en el corazón&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5904772637266386166?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5904772637266386166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5904772637266386166' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5904772637266386166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5904772637266386166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/10/buscando-diosas-del-olimpo-destino-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6051434637250421685</id><published>2009-10-05T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:44:51.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vos mi luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/Ssqp_WsLMnI/AAAAAAAAAxs/dO6fTBMCxgI/s1600-h/poe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/Ssqp_WsLMnI/AAAAAAAAAxs/dO6fTBMCxgI/s400/poe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Luna mi luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que recompones mis heridas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que yaces en la sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que vos mi luna me dibujaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna que me prende fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fuego de eternidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna mi luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De agosto, de septiembre y de octubre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me regalas el aire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que necesito para respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna satélite terrestre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vos luna mía satélite de mi locura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna que en amor me envuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y que amo cada día más y más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna mi luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que del naufragio me rescataste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y ahora no paro de bailar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna que brilla en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuando te logro abrazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Luna mía, mía la luna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Y tuya esta sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que en mi boca no puede cesar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SsqsoljiwaI/AAAAAAAAAx8/7WBw1doR3v8/s1600-h/Luna.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SsqsoljiwaI/AAAAAAAAAx8/7WBw1doR3v8/s320/Luna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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center;"&gt;vamos amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dame la mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que te doy mi mano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;y que si se quiere se puede&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aca estoy para que&amp;nbsp;tu moneda cambie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;aca llegaste para que mi moneda cambie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;dale sin miedo amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;que ahora si queremos podemos ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;mas que dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;un&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ciclope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;de &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6941655813790827157?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6941655813790827157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2718395716833848448</id><published>2009-09-24T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:36:06.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>el verdadero te. el te ingles se toma fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dijo la voz estirada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el cafe...cafe con leche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dijo la voz estallando en risas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2718395716833848448?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/2718395716833848448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=2718395716833848448' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2718395716833848448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/2718395716833848448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-verdadero-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5752223807225144247</id><published>2009-09-24T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:34:47.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.Vos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;Ciclotímica me volví, porque todo todo todo esta gris, oscurita viene la mano que me agarra la cabeza y me arrastra...pero apareces vos...aunque sea de a ratos y zas!una sonrisa estalla en mis labios...las lagrimas se me enmudecen y zas...me olvido lo gris...y solo como algodon de azucar imaginario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5752223807225144247?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8959694881935644539</id><published>2009-09-23T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:24:05.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SrqRyKHoS8I/AAAAAAAAAxM/aKkL7vyFMzU/s1600-h/IMG_5511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SrqRyKHoS8I/AAAAAAAAAxM/aKkL7vyFMzU/s320/IMG_5511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Como con un anzuelo,&lt;br /&gt;me secuestran el alma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alma pez que se suspende...&lt;br /&gt;me sangran los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;la mueca se cae,&lt;br /&gt;la piel que anda colgando&lt;br /&gt;y se me escapa la nariz roja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como con un anzuelo,&lt;br /&gt;me secuestran el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me revolean a la noche...&lt;br /&gt;me abren las pupilas,&lt;br /&gt;el acido me corroe,&lt;br /&gt;la basura se teje en mis huesos&lt;br /&gt;y el sueño es algo lejano que nunca llega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como un anzuelo &lt;br /&gt;me secuestraron el alma&lt;br /&gt;y ahora no se como salirme&lt;br /&gt;de esta prision que soy&lt;br /&gt;estoy encerrada en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y la voz sed me ahoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(por lo menos te tengo a vos...que das aire para seguir)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8959694881935644539?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu presencia me obsequio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Ay si pudiera explicar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Las palabras se me escapan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi cabeza no puede hilarlas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y vos ahí…&lt;br /&gt;Veo tu cara en todos lados,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voy caminando en búsqueda de tu boca,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voy sintiendo tu vibración.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta tan poco amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Falta tan poco y sin embargo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;La espera es eterna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El alma se me vuelve volátil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus ojos se me acercan.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada tic, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada tac&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acortan la distancia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De la &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perfección &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se dibuja&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En el choque de nuestros besos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4951437200375565583?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4951437200375565583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4951437200375565583' title='11 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4951437200375565583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4951437200375565583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/ese-asunto-en-teorias.html' title='Ese asunto en teorias'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5549586605005302937</id><published>2009-09-14T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:34:58.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ese asunto en psicología</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi sonrisa existe porque tu sonrisa existe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mientras que mi vida se alimenta de tu esencia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sos mi sueño terrestre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por las noches te encuentro en una nube,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te secuestro a mi almohada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y aunque al despertar tu cuerpo no se halla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi felicidad no se quiebra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te sentí eterna en mi cuerpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y mis labios saborean los rastros de tu boca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En la mañana eterna te espero amor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deseo que te fusiones en mí&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deseo que nuestros cuerpos dibujen un ciclope más bello.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu boca. Mi boca. Nuestra boca.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus manos. Mis manos. Nuestras manos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu pecho. Mi pecho. Nuestro pecho.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus piernas. Mis piernas. Nuestras piernas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tu piel-sobre-mi piel. Nuestra piel de ciclope de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5549586605005302937?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5549586605005302937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5549586605005302937' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5549586605005302937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5549586605005302937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/ese-asunto-en-psicologia.html' title='Ese asunto en psicología'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6748714625888390632</id><published>2009-09-14T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:35:21.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y pasa que ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;SE ME INFLA EL PECHO CADA DOS SEG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6748714625888390632?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6748714625888390632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6748714625888390632' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6748714625888390632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6748714625888390632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/y-pasa-que.html' title='y pasa que ...'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7984093464102191687</id><published>2009-09-13T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:55:42.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Me haces sonreir como si comiera algodón de azucar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7984093464102191687?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7984093464102191687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7984093464102191687' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7984093464102191687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7984093464102191687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8027828998840897</id><published>2009-09-08T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T19:38:01.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laura ve en La FLIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;ESTE 12 DE SEP ESTARE ALLI CON MIS FOTOS:) LOS ESPERO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqcUUsLaANI/AAAAAAAAAws/5ZX9BjznBws/s1600-h/afiche+flia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqcUUsLaANI/AAAAAAAAAws/5ZX9BjznBws/s400/afiche+flia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://flia-laplata.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://flia-laplata.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLIA La Plata se infla como un globo y te invita a que compartas esta magia sin conejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Feria del Libro Independiente y Autogestiva (alternativa, amiga, artística, a..) es un evento que viene realizándose hace algunos años en distintas zonas de Capital Federal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el 12 de Septiembre va a llevarse a cabo por primera vez en la Ciudad de La Plata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el Centro Social y Cultural Olga Vázquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comenzará a las 12 del mediodía y durará todo el día para finalizar con una hermosa fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editoriales independientes-Fanzines-Publicaciones Alternativas-Revistas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escritorxs independientes-Encuadernadorxs-Fotógrafxs-Ilustradorxs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintorxs-Artistas visuales-Poetas-Músicos-Cineastas-Teatro-Performances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlas-Historietistas-Colectivos de difusión-Medios-Radios-Periódicos-Nosotrxs-Vos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8027828998840897?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8027828998840897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8027828998840897' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8027828998840897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8027828998840897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/laura-ve-en-la-flia.html' title='Laura ve en La FLIA'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqcUUsLaANI/AAAAAAAAAws/5ZX9BjznBws/s72-c/afiche+flia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4006390584952987703</id><published>2009-09-08T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:29:32.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIENVENIDA MARINA!!! TE AMO CON TODO MI CORAZÓN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqbMlgu8y3I/AAAAAAAAAwk/mkFsO6QcEfo/s1600-h/mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqbMlgu8y3I/AAAAAAAAAwk/mkFsO6QcEfo/s400/mar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4006390584952987703?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4006390584952987703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4006390584952987703' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4006390584952987703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4006390584952987703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/09/bienvenida-marina-te-amo-con-todo-mi.html' title='BIENVENIDA MARINA!!! TE AMO CON TODO MI CORAZÓN!!!!'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SqbMlgu8y3I/AAAAAAAAAwk/mkFsO6QcEfo/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4947196200212036040</id><published>2009-09-02T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:42:36.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....y seran las fechas</title><content type='html'>Y es así, yo no cambio...las fechas me resuenan... y hoy te extraño tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me estallo el alma en colectivo recordándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuché un gallo cantar y fui corriendo a tu cama a despertarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi una sonrisa sosteniendo un algodón de azúcar bajo tu mirada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi un patio verde...extenso y en el fondo tu figura preparaba el fuego para un asado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4947196200212036040?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4947196200212036040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4947196200212036040' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4947196200212036040'/><link 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certeza&lt;br /&gt;que si mis labios prueban tu elixir&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tendré&lt;/span&gt; freno&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo la certeza&lt;br /&gt;que no debo desearte de más&lt;br /&gt;quiero que sea carnal&lt;br /&gt;pero temo caer en un amor que no podre controlar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5429813128091790614?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5429813128091790614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5429813128091790614' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5429813128091790614'/><link 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buscar,&lt;br /&gt;a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;y rebuscarte&lt;br /&gt;el lado positivo&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;todas tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;mirando todas tus aristas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-592186993387281414?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/592186993387281414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=592186993387281414' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/592186993387281414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/592186993387281414'/><link 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regresar por la diagonal y sacar pecho. se acerca la hora de aprender a respirar de nuevo, entre tantisima gente de pie pero muerta. estoy cada vez mas lejos del cemento al que me acostumbre. no fisicamente, no mentalmente pero en un sabor extraño me se y me veo lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sera que la cancion llego hasta el sol"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y este es mi ultimo dia con 20 años mientras un angel para tu soledad de los redondos suena bajo en mi celular que esta arriba de la mesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8293364825246695781?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8293364825246695781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8293364825246695781' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8293364825246695781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8293364825246695781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/08/25dejulio2009.html' title='25deJulio2009'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4405751793154896481</id><published>2009-08-02T15:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:31:06.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambeado - Onda Vaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Lo que en catamarca me hizo sonreir.....&lt;br /&gt;Grax Maku:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MShCw0KXlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8MShCw0KXlg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" 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Vaga'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-7286576607473753219</id><published>2009-07-01T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:32:00.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La mala racha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Mientras dura la mala racha, pierdo todo. Se me caen las cosas de los bolsillos y de la memoria: pierdo llaves, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lapiceras&lt;/span&gt;, dinero, documentos, nombres, caras, palabras. Yo no sé si será &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gualicho&lt;/span&gt; de alguien que me quiere mal y me piensa peor, o pura casualidad, pero a veces el bajón demora en irse y yo ando de pérdida en pérdida, pierdo lo que encuentro, no encuentro lo que busco, y siento mucho miedo de que se me vaya la vida en alguna distracción.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Eduardo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Galeano&lt;/span&gt;-El Libro de los Abrazos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ando en tiempos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jodidos&lt;/span&gt; no más...&lt;br /&gt;no encuentro muchos respiros, pasan todas juntas y cuesta...si cuesta mucho sobrellevar el asunto, ando sobre pasada...ando perdida en mi...movilizada mas por que las llamas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; grandes que por otra cosa, pero estoy...de pie, viva, y con ganas de que el tiempo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baraje&lt;/span&gt; y las cartas cambien...&lt;br /&gt;estoy de mala racha y duele mucho...se extraña una voz en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;teléfono&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;y se extraña la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; ve de siempre, pero se que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;pronta mente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;estará&lt;/span&gt; de vuelta..&lt;br /&gt;juego las ultimas fichas a que la porcina y la mala  racha afloje y pueda viajar a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;catamarca&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quizás&lt;/span&gt; cuando pegue la vuelta con un año mas en el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dni&lt;/span&gt; la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt; que se pone nariz de payaso y empieza a sacar fotos feliz diga hola nuevamente...&lt;br /&gt;pero!&lt;br /&gt;si algo me enseñaron es a ser agradecida&lt;br /&gt;y quiero decirles GRACIAS  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;a todos&lt;/span&gt; los que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;están&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;apoyandome&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;bancandome&lt;/span&gt;, y a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;disposicion&lt;/span&gt; de cualquier cosa que yo o mi familia necesitamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y vamos che!!con confianza!!!todos vamos a estar bien!!!&lt;br /&gt;el gordo(siempre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;concariño&lt;/span&gt;)se va a recuperar&lt;br /&gt;y marina va a nacer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; fuerte y feliz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-7286576607473753219?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/7286576607473753219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=7286576607473753219' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7286576607473753219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/7286576607473753219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-mala-racha.html' title='La mala racha'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3182072794801405248</id><published>2009-06-30T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T13:39:58.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo no te pido</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/d3sA1Plg21Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/d3sA1Plg21Q&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te pido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te pido que me bajes&lt;br /&gt;una estrella azul&lt;br /&gt;sólo te pido que mi espacio&lt;br /&gt;llenes con tu luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te pido que me firmes&lt;br /&gt;diez papeles grises para amar&lt;br /&gt;sólo te pido que tu quieras&lt;br /&gt;las palomas que suelo mirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De lo pasado no lo voy a negar,&lt;br /&gt;el futuro algún día llegará&lt;br /&gt;y del presente&lt;br /&gt;que me importa la gente&lt;br /&gt;si es que siempre van a hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigue llenando este minuto&lt;br /&gt;de razones para respirar&lt;br /&gt;no me complazcas, no te niegues&lt;br /&gt;no hables por hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te pido que me bajes&lt;br /&gt;una estrella azul&lt;br /&gt;sólo te pido que mi espacio&lt;br /&gt;llenes con tu luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3182072794801405248?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3182072794801405248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3182072794801405248' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3182072794801405248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3182072794801405248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/06/yo-no-te-pido-yo-no-te-pido-que-me_30.html' title='yo no te pido'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1400545899556713387</id><published>2009-06-18T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:56:58.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historia de una foto 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SjqNxX9hmSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ANFnlTFoLqI/s1600-h/Imagen%2520310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348743386841061666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SjqNxX9hmSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ANFnlTFoLqI/s400/Imagen%2520310.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumplía 20 y escuchaba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Lau, una foto asi feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y Lau, yo, ponia esta cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yen realidad solo ponia los dedos como remarcandola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque la sonrisa era asi ...tal cual se ve..no se marchaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y ahora falta tan poco para los 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que espero que sonrisas asi vuelvan a la cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1400545899556713387?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1400545899556713387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1400545899556713387' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1400545899556713387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1400545899556713387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/06/historia-de-una-foto-2.html' title='Historia de una foto 2'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SjqNxX9hmSI/AAAAAAAAAu0/ANFnlTFoLqI/s72-c/Imagen%2520310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1692179568688496786</id><published>2009-06-03T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:16:51.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No se si escuchas...</title><content type='html'>Necesito no saberte&lt;br /&gt;Necesito que no me hables&lt;br /&gt;Necesito obviar&lt;br /&gt;Que volviste a escuchar&lt;br /&gt;Nuestras canciones&lt;br /&gt;A leer nuestras poesías&lt;br /&gt;A ver nuestras fotos&lt;br /&gt;Necesito asegurarme&lt;br /&gt;Que no me harás mirar hacia atrás&lt;br /&gt;No quiero leer tus letras temblorosas&lt;br /&gt;Ni ser parte de tu deseo&lt;br /&gt;Necesito estar segura que ya no hay lugar&lt;br /&gt;Ni para mí&lt;br /&gt;Ni para nada de lo que me arma&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdes como era&lt;br /&gt;No me digas que sigo igual en tal u otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;No me hagas mirar&lt;br /&gt;No me hagas mirar&lt;br /&gt;Que hay mucho por delante&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no quiero volver atrás&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora se&lt;br /&gt;Que estas letras tarde mucho&lt;br /&gt;En escribirlas…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1692179568688496786?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1692179568688496786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1692179568688496786' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1692179568688496786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1692179568688496786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-se-si-escuchas.html' title='No se si escuchas...'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5941899827499123050</id><published>2009-05-21T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:49:21.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historia de una foto</title><content type='html'>Era mi cumpleaños de 20. Fue festajado junto al de Poli. En un bar de LP. Estaba feliz porque una persona en particular me acompañaba ese dia. Era feliz porq mi gente me demostraba una vez mas todo su amor. Esa noche me regalaron a Helena(mi camara).Y si tenia puesto un vestido, y estaba pintada y muy borracha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/ShWTroyveYI/AAAAAAAAAto/fCeWfGQdolg/s1600-h/Imagen%2520311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338335311211493762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/ShWTroyveYI/AAAAAAAAAto/fCeWfGQdolg/s400/Imagen%2520311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5941899827499123050?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5941899827499123050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5941899827499123050' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5941899827499123050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5941899827499123050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/historia-de-una-foto.html' title='Historia de una foto'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/ShWTroyveYI/AAAAAAAAAto/fCeWfGQdolg/s72-c/Imagen%2520311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4046480119221633888</id><published>2009-05-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:49:54.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irse - Mario Benedetti.</title><content type='html'>IRSE&lt;br /&gt; Cada vez que te vayas de vos misma&lt;br /&gt;no olvides que te espero&lt;br /&gt;en tres o cuatro puntos cardinales&lt;br /&gt;siempre habrá un sitio dondequiera&lt;br /&gt;con un montón de bienvenidas&lt;br /&gt;todas te reconocen desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;y aprontan una fiesta tan discreta&lt;br /&gt;sin cantos sin fulgor sin tamboriles&lt;br /&gt; que sólo vos sabrás que es para vos&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te vayas de vos misma&lt;br /&gt;procura que tu vida no se rompa&lt;br /&gt;y tu otro vos no sufra el abandono&lt;br /&gt;y por favor no olvides que te espero&lt;br /&gt;con este corazón recién comprado&lt;br /&gt;en la feria mejor de los domingos&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que te vayas de vos misma&lt;br /&gt;no destruyas la vía de regreso&lt;br /&gt;volver es una forma de encontrarse&lt;br /&gt;y así verás que allí también te espero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4046480119221633888?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4046480119221633888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4046480119221633888' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4046480119221633888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4046480119221633888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/irse-mario-benedetti.html' title='Irse - Mario Benedetti.'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6750171867744097546</id><published>2009-05-18T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T14:01:58.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realidades..</title><content type='html'>(...)Mujer que no tendré, que no adivinarás mis buenas luces.&lt;br /&gt;Mujer que no tendré, que nunca sufrirás mis malos ratos(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Guerra- Mujer que no tendré&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6750171867744097546?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6750171867744097546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6750171867744097546' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6750171867744097546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6750171867744097546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/realidades.html' title='Realidades..'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6646686298285699552</id><published>2009-05-17T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T17:14:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorándum</title><content type='html'>Uno llegar e incorporarse el día&lt;br /&gt;Dos respirar para subir la cuesta&lt;br /&gt;Tres no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jugarse&lt;/span&gt; en una sola apuesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuatro escapar de la melancolía&lt;br /&gt;Cinco aprender la nueva geografía&lt;br /&gt;Seis no quedarse nunca sin la siesta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siete el futuro no será una fiesta&lt;br /&gt; Y ocho no amilanarse todavía&lt;br /&gt;Nueve vaya a saber quién es el fuerte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diez no dejar que la paciencia ceda&lt;br /&gt;Once cuidarse de la buena suerte&lt;br /&gt;Doce guardar la última moneda  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trece no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tutearse&lt;/span&gt; con la muerte&lt;br /&gt; Catorce disfrutar mientras se pueda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Benedetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="titulo_notappal" href="http://www.eldia.com.ar/edis/20090517/20090517183916.htm"&gt;Murió Mario &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Benedetti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El escritor y poeta uruguayo falleció hoy en su domicilio de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Montevideo&lt;/span&gt; a los 88 años de edad, a once días de haber recibido el alta médica por una enfermedad intestinal crónica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resulta que este tipo que se fue...me hizo crecer con sus textos, resulta que se fue un grande...de esos q &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;deberían&lt;/span&gt; poblar el mundo...resulta que se fue y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;acá&lt;/span&gt; esta mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mínimo&lt;/span&gt; homenaje a un hombre al que no se lo puede describir...se lo va a extrañar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6646686298285699552?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6646686298285699552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6646686298285699552' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6646686298285699552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6646686298285699552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorandum.html' title='Memorándum'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8547089355651082600</id><published>2009-05-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:49:43.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una chance para la paz</title><content type='html'>Abro los ojos, el día me grita: estoy arrancando. En el preciso instante en el que apoyo las plantas del pie en el suelo ya lo deduje...será una jornada eterna y eso ya termino por cansarme.&lt;br /&gt;Hay que arreglar por mail. Hay que empezar por mail. Hay que terminar por mail. Es tan difícil "que nos pongamos de acuerdo".&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de ser Susana Giménez, bah en realidad no...Quiero ser como Susana Giménez en ese jueguito que salio luego del incidente del cenicero...quiero que mi día sea estar dentro de ese juego cibernético y yo me pasee tirandole ceniceros a todos lo que hacen que mi día se una bosta.&lt;br /&gt;Pienso mejor y no me seduce parecerme a esa mujer ni siquiera en una loca analogía con un jueguito pelotudo de internet...pero si quiero que la gente empiece a creerme cuando digo que no soy de hierro y que no puedo con todo...NO PUEDO CON TODO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8547089355651082600?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8547089355651082600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4988095922044824781</id><published>2009-05-12T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T19:37:17.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PIENSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE CURSI HORRIBLE QUE ESTOY...COMO SI TUVIERA UN QUIEN PARA PONERME &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ASÍ&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #134f5c; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTAR SOLTERA ESTA HACIENDO ESTRAGOS EN MI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4988095922044824781?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4988095922044824781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4988095922044824781' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4988095922044824781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/4988095922044824781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/pienso.html' title='PIENSO'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-9175589305348490020</id><published>2009-05-12T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:07:22.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>casi que me haces creer en el amor para toda la vida en el que no creo&lt;br /&gt;casi que me haces creer en el amor a primera vista en el que no creo&lt;br /&gt;casi, casi, casi quedan por alli&lt;br /&gt;totalmente real que quiero develar el misterio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-9175589305348490020?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/9175589305348490020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=9175589305348490020' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/9175589305348490020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/9175589305348490020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/casi-que-me-haces-creer-en-el-amor-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3527705104391989824' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3527705104391989824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3527705104391989824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/param-namemovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3804928585263021208</id><published>2009-05-11T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:05:49.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿y quien te dijo que nunca tuve miedo?</title><content type='html'>foto x Val&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SgjZV75J-II/AAAAAAAAAsI/f0j0C3HcRg8/s1600-h/Imagen+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334752729498253442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SgjZV75J-II/AAAAAAAAAsI/f0j0C3HcRg8/s400/Imagen+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3804928585263021208?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3804928585263021208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3804928585263021208' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3804928585263021208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3804928585263021208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/y-quien-te-dijo-que-nunca-tuve-miedo.html' title='¿y quien te dijo que nunca tuve miedo?'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SgjZV75J-II/AAAAAAAAAsI/f0j0C3HcRg8/s72-c/Imagen+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-3152483897305350823</id><published>2009-05-11T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:03:26.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y si decido amarte ¿que pasa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3152483897305350823?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3152483897305350823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3152483897305350823' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3152483897305350823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3152483897305350823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8116054275472660054</id><published>2009-05-10T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:57:27.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucho silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Si existieras podría decirte muchas cosas, sin embargo solo sos un juego de mi cabeza. Una imaginación donde te visto y desvisto a gusto, donde adorno tus palabras con aquellas cosas que quisiera oír, donde te dibujo una mirada que siempre desea chocarse con la que mis ojos exhalan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sin embargo aquella de la que mi cabeza tiene un boceto no es mas que aquella que yo pretendo que seas, si bien la realidad dice que sos material y que en vos hay una lluvia intensa de misterios también dice que no llegas a ser esa que quisiera que exista y a la que le diría muchas cosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8116054275472660054?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8116054275472660054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8116054275472660054' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8116054275472660054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8116054275472660054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/mucho-silencio.html' title='Mucho silencio'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8037937768719798946</id><published>2009-05-07T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:38:57.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Del cambio solo somos dueños nosotros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8037937768719798946?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8037937768719798946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8037937768719798946' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8037937768719798946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8037937768719798946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/del-cambio-solo-somos-duenos-nosotros.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-723425115211121863</id><published>2009-05-07T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:33:47.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>viejoooooooooo</title><content type='html'>En el silencio se encontró, palpando libertad, quiso volar pero a un cielo contaminado se enfrento, más lejos quiere marchar, de una u otra forma hay que escapar pensó una y otra vez pero en la prisión de su lectura se estanco.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta sabiduría al final no le servio, nadie podía entender su plenitud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-723425115211121863?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4169643000816955351</id><published>2009-05-07T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:26:28.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quisiera ser especial</title><content type='html'>La cornisa&lt;br /&gt;El viento&lt;br /&gt;El vértigo&lt;br /&gt;Yo&lt;br /&gt;La imaginación&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras&lt;br /&gt;Los enredos&lt;br /&gt;Los deseos&lt;br /&gt;Las astillas&lt;br /&gt;La inhibición&lt;br /&gt;La lagrima&lt;br /&gt;El sos especial&lt;br /&gt;El no soy especial&lt;br /&gt;Y todas esas cosas&lt;br /&gt;Que ya ni se&lt;br /&gt;Como se escriben&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4169643000816955351?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2502954758782862716</id><published>2009-05-07T09:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:25:17.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Improbable</title><content type='html'>Lo improbable&lt;br /&gt;Sucede&lt;br /&gt;Pero&lt;br /&gt;Da paso&lt;br /&gt;Paso le da&lt;br /&gt;A lo imposible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las preguntas&lt;br /&gt;Que se caen&lt;br /&gt;Que se empolvan&lt;br /&gt;Pasado que se pinta&lt;br /&gt;Futuro fotocopia de lo pisado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presos y presas&lt;br /&gt;De quien maneja el tablero&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente notamos ser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-2502954758782862716?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5752768682271913943</id><published>2009-05-07T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:24:37.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>c(4)</title><content type='html'>Despierta sueño&lt;br /&gt;La imaginación me dibuja tu boca&lt;br /&gt;Bajo mi boca&lt;br /&gt;Mis oídos se llenan de sonidos&lt;br /&gt;Despierta sueño&lt;br /&gt;La sonrisa aparece sin pensarla&lt;br /&gt;Suelto el aire&lt;br /&gt;Mas&lt;br /&gt;Pausadamente&lt;br /&gt;Abrazo el mundo en mis ojos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5752768682271913943?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5752768682271913943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5752768682271913943' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5752768682271913943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5752768682271913943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/c4.html' title='c(4)'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-6232143384824354330</id><published>2009-05-07T09:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:10:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diccionario de frases y dialectos para entender a Laura ve</title><content type='html'>Pelotudacia: País del mundo alterno e interior de Laura. Donde ella  se muda para ser pelotuda en total libertad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transmitiendo desde Pelotudacia: momento en el que Laura se encuentra en dicho país y se contacta con el mundo cotidiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traspasando los límites de  Pelotudacia: momento en el que laura traspaso las fronteras de dicho país y la pelotudes roza lo total bizarro y pisa el borde la locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activemos: hacer algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activemos una cerve: frase utilizada por Laura al ver que una fiesta/reunión/encuentro/cita/etc,  anda medio para abajo. Con dicha exclamación intenta motorizar los corazones para que la fiesta comience, tomando a la cerve como un buen punto de partida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerve: Cerveza, bebida alcohólica conocida por ser la novia mas importante de Laura en las tardes de verano. Y en las noches, los mediodías (es decir en verano la cerve a cualquier hora)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girondino/a: Termino utilizado para definir algo que a la cabeza de Laura le hace recordar el arte de Oliverio Girondo, eso si su pronunciación es SHIrondino/a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrito infantil o infantiloide: es decir cuando Laura escribe algo que le parece que cayó en muchos lugares comunes, que de carácter facilista  y las resoluciones o finales son una porquería.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pachucha, pachuchi, pachulienta: es decir Laura está resfriada o por resfriarse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calambres en el alma: frase de Charly García que Laura utiliza para expresar que está triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr: expresión que Laura utiliza por MSN con cierta risa cuando algo (generalmente explicación por MSN o algo referido a la tecnología) no lo sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toz perruna: expresión utilizada por Laura cuando ella u otra persona no para de toser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomito: Cuando Laura escribe o dice algo totalmente visceral. También expresión utilizada cuando lee algo que le parece visceral o ve algo que le parece visceral. Termino inspirando en una poesía de Girondo. En síntesis “vomito” es la palabra con la cual Laura define algo que le encanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lelo: sinónimo de lento al punto de insoportable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de la estrella: es decir Laura esta buscando en si misma aquello que sabe que brilla y que una nube no se lo deja ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerebro Nublado: es decir momentos en los cuales a Laura se le nubla la claridad y no puede pensar bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escape/ escapar: pedido desesperado por hacer algo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira que me vuelvo EMO!: amenaza de Laura cuando le están haciendo chistes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(algun dia debe continuar)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-6232143384824354330?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/6232143384824354330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=6232143384824354330' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6232143384824354330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/6232143384824354330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/diccionario-de-frases-y-dialectos-para.html' title='Diccionario de frases y dialectos para entender a Laura ve'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-861805766149304717</id><published>2009-05-07T09:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T09:09:40.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cosas que Laura ve detesta de Laura ve</title><content type='html'>• Que el mundo piense que solo está hecha de hierro&lt;br /&gt;• Que el cerebro se le nuble&lt;br /&gt;• Que sea tan torpe con las manos y que por eso nunca halla podido aprender a tocar la guitarra&lt;br /&gt;• Que se canse de explicar algunas cosas y opte el silencio lo que provoca mucho ruido interior&lt;br /&gt;• Que ebria sea tan sincera y empiece a decir cosas, hasta el punto de decir como es que esta pensando&lt;br /&gt;• Que cuando más quiera dormir menos pueda hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;• Que sea tan puntual que termina siendo impuntual para el otro lado y llegue a todos lados más temprano siempre&lt;br /&gt;• Que toda explicación simple la haga complicada por miedo a que no se entienda&lt;br /&gt;• Que hasta en verano halla un momento en el que tiene frío&lt;br /&gt;• Que sea colgada&lt;br /&gt;• Que tenga una cabeza que maquina mucho y piensa las cosas hasta encontrarle la quinta pata al gato&lt;br /&gt;• Que no pida ayuda al toque&lt;br /&gt;• Que cuando se cae se vuelve una fría que no dice ningún sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;• Que en ciertos días directamente no se soporte (como cuando escribi esto)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-861805766149304717?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/861805766149304717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=861805766149304717' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/861805766149304717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/861805766149304717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/cosas-que-laura-ve-detesta-de-laura-ve.html' title='Cosas que Laura ve detesta de Laura ve'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-5630421049480678394</id><published>2009-05-02T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T14:43:50.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo de Ismael para ustedes</title><content type='html'>Me levanto temprano, moribundo. Perezoso resucito, bienvenido al mundo. Con noticias asesinas me tomo el desayuno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino del trabajo, en el metro, aburrido vigilo las caras de los viajeros, compañeros en la rutina y en los bostezos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el asiento de enfrente, un rostro de repente, claro ilumina el vagón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esos gestos traen recuerdos de otros paisajes, otros tiempos, en los que una suerte mejor me conoció.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me atrevo a decir nada, no estoy seguro, aunque esos ojos, sin duda, son los suyos, más cargados de nostalgia, quizás más oscuros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero creo que eres tú y estás casi igual, tan hermosa como entonces, quizás más. Sigues pareciendo la chica más triste de la ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuánto tiempo ha pasado desde los primeros errores, del interrogante en tu mirada. La ciudad gritaba y maldecía nuestros nombres, jóvenes promesas, no, no teníamos nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejando en los portales los ecos de tus susurros, buscando cualquier rincón sin luz. "Agárrate de mi mano, que tengo miedo del futuro", y detrás de cada huida estabas tú, estabas tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las noches vacías en que regreso solo y malherido, todavía me arrepiento de haberte arrojado tan lejos de mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que te encuentro, veo que aún arde la llama que encendiste. Nunca, nunca es tarde para nacer de nuevo, para amarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debo decirte algo antes de que te bajes de este sucio vagón y quede muerto, mirarte a los ojos, y tal vez recordarte, que antes de rendirnos fuimos eternos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanto decidido y me acerco a ti, y algo en mi pecho se tensa, se rompe. "¿Cómo estás? Cuánto tiempo, ¿te acuerdas de mí?" Y una sonrisa tímida responde:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perdone, pero creo que se ha equivocado". "Disculpe, señorita, me recuerda tanto a una mujer que conocí hace ya algunos años".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más viejo y más cansado vuelvo a mi asiento, aburrido vigilo las caras de los viajeros, compañeros en la rutina y en los bostezos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reecuerdo- Ismael Serrano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOCKYL8CNxc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-5630421049480678394?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/5630421049480678394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=5630421049480678394' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5630421049480678394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/5630421049480678394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/algo-de-ismael-para-ustedes.html' title='Algo de Ismael para ustedes'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-1219930448845935072</id><published>2009-05-02T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:57:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficciones 2</title><content type='html'>Si cedes unos centímetros, ya esta. Se acabo el nuevo mundo queridos estimarantes, si se cede todo vuelve a su viejo lugar. Esa es la regla, maldita regla que rompe la posibilidad de creer un cambio. No se ustedes pero yo me doy vuelta, miro para atrás y zas! Ya no creo nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-1219930448845935072?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/1219930448845935072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=1219930448845935072' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1219930448845935072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/1219930448845935072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/ficciones_02.html' title='Ficciones 2'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-8133835386922567934</id><published>2009-05-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:37:27.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ficciones</title><content type='html'>Ella habla bajo&lt;br /&gt;Yo la miro y me sonrojo&lt;br /&gt;Ella mira expectante el show&lt;br /&gt;Mientras juego con el lente de mi cámara,&lt;br /&gt;Me hago la boluda y la miro&lt;br /&gt;Ella se ríe a lo lejos&lt;br /&gt;Ella no lo espera&lt;br /&gt;Yo tiro una frase temblorosa&lt;br /&gt;Yo me voy sonriendo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-8133835386922567934?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/8133835386922567934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=8133835386922567934' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8133835386922567934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/8133835386922567934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/05/ficciones.html' title='Ficciones'/><author><name>Laura ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-4036797003189304595</id><published>2009-05-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:38:57.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sh</title><content type='html'>A mi sucio secreto no lo van a conocer. Aunque decir que algo no dicho encima llamarlo sucio sea decir que existe y signifique llamar a la intriga les digo no lo van a saber. pero si les diré, que tire la primera piedra quien no tenga alguito escondido, algo que callan tanto que quizás ni se animan a contárselo a su verdadero yo. Y aunque muestre mucho de mi y la sinceridad me chorree (lo que cuesta de mas últimamente, ya que por lo visto a la gente no le gusta que se le diga la verdad) yo también tengo mi sucio sucio secreto, y con eso no quiero que piensen en malo solo que se que si lo diría mas de una persona creería que lo mas acertado es que Laura ve pase una temporada en un neuropsiquiátrico.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-4036797003189304595?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/4036797003189304595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=4036797003189304595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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modificarme,&lt;br /&gt;¡Quiero correrme de este libreto!&lt;br /&gt;Hace 20 años soy el mismo personaje&lt;br /&gt;Y ustedes se empecinan en pedirme que no cambie&lt;br /&gt;Que así estoy bien&lt;br /&gt;Que así soy buena&lt;br /&gt;Que así soy única&lt;br /&gt;¿No se preguntaron que quizás yo quiera ser una vil perra?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-3199920001090259620?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/3199920001090259620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=3199920001090259620' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/3199920001090259620'/><link 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gran pirámide,&lt;br /&gt;Tus cuatro triángulos principales,&lt;br /&gt;Y que tus diagonales en el cemento dibujan,&lt;br /&gt;Incontables pirámides más&lt;br /&gt;Incontables triángulos más&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy sos aun más cuadrada&lt;br /&gt;Tu lógica matemática,&lt;br /&gt;Tus avenidas y plazas cada seis&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me aturden…&lt;br /&gt;Es que a veces te veo o imagino&lt;br /&gt;Tan lejana de los números&lt;br /&gt;Tan cercana de las artes&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy no,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy para mí simplemente sos cuadrada&lt;br /&gt;Y el cemento pesa sobre los hombros diarios&lt;br /&gt;Sobre estos hombros diarios míos&lt;br /&gt;Y me dan ganas de decirte adiós&lt;br /&gt;¡Ni tan solo un hasta luego deseo regalarte!&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo, en esta esquina me ves&lt;br /&gt;Estoy incrustada en tus calles&lt;br /&gt;Y aun no me escapo&lt;br /&gt;Pero quiero que sepas&lt;br /&gt;Sos vos quien hoy tampoco permite que me halle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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ve</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06280487082961487821</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zr6ZuCLjwz4/SNZ8X2NY33I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Iy7hGixt9a0/S220/P8230537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7914207669876348470.post-2988591425225796849</id><published>2009-04-29T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:19:20.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo que me...</title><content type='html'>Algo que me mueva el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me endulce el pecho&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me enfurezca los sesos&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me relaje las dudas&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me sople en la mirada&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me deje la boca abierta&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me haga accionar&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me devuelva la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me encienda la paz&lt;br /&gt;Algo que me mate la nostalgia de lo que no fue&lt;br 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mordemos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7914207669876348470-377899533972609234?l=laurave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/feeds/377899533972609234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7914207669876348470&amp;postID=377899533972609234' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/377899533972609234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7914207669876348470/posts/default/377899533972609234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurave.blogspot.com/2009/04/c-2.html' title='C  (3)'/><author><name>Laura 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