<?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-5139180385710878930</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:46:19.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triste Desesperanza</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5007995865143686639</id><published>2010-09-19T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:29:25.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TJbjAw05YNI/AAAAAAAAASg/nltoPSj503k/s1600/DSC01132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TJbjAw05YNI/AAAAAAAAASg/nltoPSj503k/s320/DSC01132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518847995635392722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sentencias mi muerte &lt;br /&gt;y entre tus brazos me alojas.&lt;br /&gt;Bajo esas alas oscuras&lt;br /&gt;que jamas la lluvia moja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivies la tristesa&lt;br /&gt;de perder un ser querido.&lt;br /&gt;Hermoso angel oscuro&lt;br /&gt;que ahora formas parte de nuestros destinos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5007995865143686639?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5007995865143686639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5007995865143686639' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5007995865143686639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5007995865143686639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/09/tu-sentencias-mi-muerte-y-entre-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TJbjAw05YNI/AAAAAAAAASg/nltoPSj503k/s72-c/DSC01132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1118547567961581860</id><published>2010-08-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T12:58:12.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0wx4KLBLI/AAAAAAAAASI/XvsnG9ikRL4/s1600/200828124059-11412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0wx4KLBLI/AAAAAAAAASI/XvsnG9ikRL4/s320/200828124059-11412.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516118752045499570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay tiempo que me vea envejecer,&lt;br /&gt;Ni viento que se lleve mis cenizas al fallecer.&lt;br /&gt;No existe lluvia ni precipitación que me impida abansar.&lt;br /&gt;Ni el día ni la noche en la que no me veas caminar.&lt;br /&gt;No hubo tempestad a la que no me sometiera por irte a buscar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sin embargo aunque lo intente no te pude encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora te busco entre versos y estrofas del alguna canción&lt;br /&gt;Solo para decirte  que sin ti a mi lado pierdo toda inspiración.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1118547567961581860?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1118547567961581860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1118547567961581860' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1118547567961581860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1118547567961581860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-hay-tiempo-que-me-vea-envejecer-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0wx4KLBLI/AAAAAAAAASI/XvsnG9ikRL4/s72-c/200828124059-11412.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2661639876123761101</id><published>2010-07-27T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:00:11.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Busque Lo Que Paso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xRDvGWMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3HUiLlyulzU/s1600/DSC00992.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xRDvGWMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3HUiLlyulzU/s320/DSC00992.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516119287729117378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Busque Lo Que Paso.&lt;br /&gt;Pero Así La Vida Lo Quiso,&lt;br /&gt;Ponerte En Mi Camino&lt;br /&gt;No Fue Mas Que Una Simple Obra Del Destino.&lt;br /&gt;Un Querer Simple.&lt;br /&gt;Que Reconoció Sus Sentimientos Antes De Ver La Amistad.&lt;br /&gt;Reflejando Una Sola Verdad &lt;br /&gt;En Esos Dos Corazones Escondidos Tras Un Manto De Soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Solo Quiero Que Entiendas&lt;br /&gt;Que Mi Soledad La Remplazo Tu Presencia,&lt;br /&gt;Que Esa Misma Soledad, &lt;br /&gt;Solo Vuelve Cuando Renace Tu Ausencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2661639876123761101?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2661639876123761101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2661639876123761101' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2661639876123761101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2661639876123761101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-busque-lo-que-paso.html' title='No Busque Lo Que Paso.'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xRDvGWMI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3HUiLlyulzU/s72-c/DSC00992.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-4212625976218253990</id><published>2010-07-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:01:43.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xmv8puhI/AAAAAAAAASY/GnI61WD1EgA/s1600/1208648257_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xmv8puhI/AAAAAAAAASY/GnI61WD1EgA/s320/1208648257_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516119660374374930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien podría decirte 1000 cosas lindas al oído?&lt;br /&gt;quien fuese capaz de cuidarte tras cada latido?&lt;br /&gt;quien abandonaria sus sueños x estar contigo?&lt;br /&gt;Dime amor. &lt;br /&gt;quien seria capaz de decirte te amo y así sentirlo?&lt;br /&gt;quien dejaría de mentirse a si mismo estando a tu lado?&lt;br /&gt;Princesa.. solo puedo decirte que tu eres quien yo eh esperado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4212625976218253990?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4212625976218253990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4212625976218253990' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4212625976218253990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4212625976218253990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/02/quien-podria-decirte-1000-cosas-lindas.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TI0xmv8puhI/AAAAAAAAASY/GnI61WD1EgA/s72-c/1208648257_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-7543629202243085267</id><published>2010-07-05T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T23:30:05.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dejes Que Me Valla Sin Poder Verte Sonreir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TDLMigD7C0I/AAAAAAAAARg/WLcELaxM7eo/s1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TDLMigD7C0I/AAAAAAAAARg/WLcELaxM7eo/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490675788812061506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez me allá equivocado.&lt;br /&gt;El querer verte a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Me impulso a seguirte cada paso que dabas.&lt;br /&gt;A cuidarte siempre que me necesitaras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dedique a regar tus sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Quise verlos florecer &lt;br /&gt;Y con el tiempo poder hacerlos crecer&lt;br /&gt;Y ver en ti la realidad reflejada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eres dueña de esa dulce inocencia.&lt;br /&gt;Esa misma que quisiera poder cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Y así el tiempo congelar&lt;br /&gt;En el momento que tu sonrisa dibuje mi felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría entender tus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez así pudiera evitar tu sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Y poder volver a verte sonreír&lt;br /&gt;Antes que todo termine y sea mi hora de partir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-7543629202243085267?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/7543629202243085267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=7543629202243085267' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7543629202243085267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7543629202243085267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-dejes-que-me-valla-sin-poder-verte.html' title='No Dejes Que Me Valla Sin Poder Verte Sonreir!'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TDLMigD7C0I/AAAAAAAAARg/WLcELaxM7eo/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3555366080339265646</id><published>2010-06-24T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:54:22.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tras un cruze de acaminos yo te encontrare! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TCP9lUAQHhI/AAAAAAAAARY/4jAlP7ztgqs/s1600/1207005301_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TCP9lUAQHhI/AAAAAAAAARY/4jAlP7ztgqs/s320/1207005301_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486507588534148626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejame contarte &lt;br /&gt;Una historia que paso.&lt;br /&gt;En un día gris&lt;br /&gt;Donde todo Comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;Bajo Las Alas De La Muerte&lt;br /&gt;Esa Noche él se escondió&lt;br /&gt;Y Desde Ese entonces nunca nadie mas lo vio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encerrado entre muros de cristal el vivió.&lt;br /&gt;Alejado de todo lo que esta vida le supo dar&lt;br /&gt;Mirando 100pre al horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a ese amor que algún día quiso ver llegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3555366080339265646?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3555366080339265646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3555366080339265646' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3555366080339265646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3555366080339265646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/06/tras-un-cruze-de-acaminos-yo-te.html' title='Tras un cruze de acaminos yo te encontrare! !'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/TCP9lUAQHhI/AAAAAAAAARY/4jAlP7ztgqs/s72-c/1207005301_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1108205324257424843</id><published>2010-05-26T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:33:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre Termina Igual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_4Cy_85FWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iC1waBihkP4/s1600/11559_1263882189677_1008392689_839146_5139867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_4Cy_85FWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iC1waBihkP4/s320/11559_1263882189677_1008392689_839146_5139867_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475817272112649570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre Dudas y Decesperacion.&lt;br /&gt;Prisionero De Su Juventud,&lt;br /&gt;Enamorado De La Ilusión De Tenerla.&lt;br /&gt;Permanecerá En Silencio&lt;br /&gt;Viéndola Caminar Con Esa Dulce Inocencia.&lt;br /&gt;Esa Misma Inocencia &lt;br /&gt;Que Tiempo Atrás &lt;br /&gt;Supo Cautivar &lt;br /&gt;El Marchito Corazón &lt;br /&gt;De Alguien Que Por Amor&lt;br /&gt;Ya Había Conocido El Dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y Junto A La Muerte El Voló.&lt;br /&gt;Así Como Vuelan Las Aves&lt;br /&gt;Cuando Sienten Llegar El Viento Frió&lt;br /&gt;Del Crudo Invierno.&lt;br /&gt;Solo Esperando Poder Volver A Sentir El Calor, &lt;br /&gt;Esa Suave Brisa Cálida Del Florecer de Primavera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1108205324257424843?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1108205324257424843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1108205324257424843' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1108205324257424843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1108205324257424843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/05/siempre-termina-igual.html' title='Siempre Termina Igual'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_4Cy_85FWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/iC1waBihkP4/s72-c/11559_1263882189677_1008392689_839146_5139867_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5637827483333992899</id><published>2010-05-22T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T19:28:46.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_hVUAmJitI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9_NVYsw4RJI/s1600/image_647072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_hVUAmJitI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9_NVYsw4RJI/s320/image_647072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474219149314591442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Y Asi Murio Aquel Que Nacio De Aquella Dulce Mujer Que Con Orgullo Un Dia Decidio Ser La Madre De Un Hijo Que De Su Vientre Salio u.u&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&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/5139180385710878930-5637827483333992899?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5637827483333992899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5637827483333992899' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5637827483333992899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5637827483333992899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/05/y-asi-murio-aquel-que-nacio-de-aquella.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S_hVUAmJitI/AAAAAAAAAQw/9_NVYsw4RJI/s72-c/image_647072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2886241341687077388</id><published>2010-04-23T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:08:56.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S9TmrQuwPMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LH6c3W4v3Iw/s1600/200801114552-10506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S9TmrQuwPMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LH6c3W4v3Iw/s320/200801114552-10506.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464245878807084226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que el tiempo cura heridas.&lt;br /&gt;Que cada lágrima caída&lt;br /&gt;suele cristalizar la mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Y que cada tristeza reprimida&lt;br /&gt;atormentar al corazón,&lt;br /&gt;abriéndole paso a un nuevo amor&lt;br /&gt;junto con los sueños que enterraron a la ilucion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2886241341687077388?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2886241341687077388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2886241341687077388' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2886241341687077388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2886241341687077388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/04/dicen-que-el-tiempo-cura-heridas.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S9TmrQuwPMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/LH6c3W4v3Iw/s72-c/200801114552-10506.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-4775570046757040745</id><published>2010-03-22T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:31:20.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S6g-b99yizI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7e8VZgCFTGY/s1600-h/calles-solitarias2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S6g-b99yizI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7e8VZgCFTGY/s320/calles-solitarias2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451675999143103282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuentan que por las noches el apareció&lt;br /&gt;Ocultándose de la luz que el día le mostraba.&lt;br /&gt;Buscando una vez mas&lt;br /&gt;Las cariseas de su amada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invadido por el odio y el rencor,&lt;br /&gt;De una traición&lt;br /&gt;Que su corazón llenaba,&lt;br /&gt;El desidio seguir esperando el amor que deseaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez mas pudiste darte cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Que esta canción es solo el latido&lt;br /&gt;De un corazón que la extraña con frecuencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta el día de hoy&lt;br /&gt;Lo puedes ver rondar&lt;br /&gt;Por esas calles oscuras&lt;br /&gt;Que algún día a su amor verán llegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4775570046757040745?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4775570046757040745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4775570046757040745' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4775570046757040745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4775570046757040745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/03/cuentan-que-por-las-noches-el-aparecio.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S6g-b99yizI/AAAAAAAAAQg/7e8VZgCFTGY/s72-c/calles-solitarias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6694033192132017857</id><published>2010-03-14T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T21:27:51.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Termino De Entenderme Nunca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S520tVrKsOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FiVbBSnI3t4/s1600-h/1208220931_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S520tVrKsOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FiVbBSnI3t4/s320/1208220931_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448709815193481442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi No Me Interesa Si Andas Bien&lt;br /&gt;O Si Estas Mal&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Solo Vengo A Contarte Toda La Verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Una Historia De Amor Diferente A Las Demás.&lt;br /&gt;Con Un Comienzo Que Se Forjo Por La Amistad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Apoco Fue Creciendo&lt;br /&gt;Y Yo No Supe Darme Cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Del Amor Que Sentía&lt;br /&gt;Y La Deje Que Se Fuera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy Solo Me Lamente Por Aquello Que Sucedió&lt;br /&gt;Pero No Perderé Mi Tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Esta Vez Que Volvió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Contare Mis Sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Y el Amor Que Despertó.&lt;br /&gt;Dormiré Hoy Mi Lamento&lt;br /&gt;Bajo Las Lágrimas De Un Adiós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6694033192132017857?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6694033192132017857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6694033192132017857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6694033192132017857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6694033192132017857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-termino-de-entenderme-nunca.html' title='No Termino De Entenderme Nunca.'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S520tVrKsOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FiVbBSnI3t4/s72-c/1208220931_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-9206696084859601313</id><published>2010-02-07T21:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:49:33.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2-l5rkmb_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5xlMSnMBu0k/s1600-h/129.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2-l5rkmb_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5xlMSnMBu0k/s320/129.59.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435745685626843122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy entre unos libros&lt;br /&gt;pude encontrar &lt;br /&gt;todo aquello que había olvidado&lt;br /&gt;y gracias a esto pude recordar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor de una mujer,&lt;br /&gt;Congelado en un cristal&lt;br /&gt;Las lágrimas de lo que llore&lt;br /&gt;Junto a esos besos que te robe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-9206696084859601313?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/9206696084859601313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=9206696084859601313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/9206696084859601313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/9206696084859601313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/02/hoy-entre-unos-libros-pude-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2-l5rkmb_I/AAAAAAAAAQI/5xlMSnMBu0k/s72-c/129.59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6931929158274588475</id><published>2010-02-01T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:47:32.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2aT19m9bXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zFJ6lR6hXbU/s1600-h/1230131719135_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2aT19m9bXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zFJ6lR6hXbU/s320/1230131719135_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433192555749404018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto solo lo escribo para desquitarme&lt;br /&gt;no me importa si no le ven sentido ni nada&lt;br /&gt;Me cago en los errores que pueda cometer.&lt;br /&gt;Solo quiero decir como me siento x las cosas que me pasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace 5 años atrás me valía lo que pasara a mi alrededor, podía ser un mediocre por no intentar ver a las mujeres que me dieron su cariño y solo porque me sentía como un niño no les di valor.&lt;br /&gt;Con el correr del tiempo la conocía a ella. Como se dice ahora: pinto onda entre los dos y el 28/06/06 empezamos a salir oficial mente como novios. &lt;br /&gt;El poder tenerla y verla sonreír era la fuente de mi felicidad. Siempre busque la forma de conseguir plata para darle los gustos aunque aveces no pudiera. Pero creo que al principio solo la veía como una cara bonita. Con el paso del tiempo la escuche, la cuide, la quise como a nadie en este mundo y aun así ella se fue de mi lado como la luz abandona al día con el pasar de las horas.&lt;br /&gt;(03/3/2008) Casi dos años juntos para que ella se fuera con el y yo me quedara con el triste recuerdo de lo que pudo ser y no fue. A pesar de lo ignorante y cruel que suena eso yo supe entender como se presentaron los hechos y la supe entender también a ella.&lt;br /&gt;Hubieron momentos en los que nos peleábamos, la mayor parte de esos momentos se debían a mis celos, es algo que nunca pasaría por alto debido a que fue mi culpa y lo confieso pero yo la quería.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora dos años des pues de que todo termino y me sigue comiendo la cabeza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así como podría volver a querer a alguien, si la prueva de que el amor trae el sufrimiento lo llevo marcado en mi piel como sicatrices.&lt;br /&gt;Por ahí me equivoque y ojala así sea. Pero como puedo querer a otro mujer si continuamente me prueban el tipo de basura que es el ser humano que no es capaz de respetar una simple relación.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorante:quien no sabe entender el sufrimiento que proboca.&lt;br /&gt;Hipócrita:quien lo causa sin haberlo sentido jamas en carne propia.&lt;br /&gt;Mediocre: quien alaba estos actos.&lt;br /&gt;Estúpido: quien consiente de la situación del otro continua solo por intereses mutuos.&lt;br /&gt;Y la parte en la que entro yo es la de un Tonto: quien aprende a confiar con el pasar del tiempo solo para demostrarle que jamas debes enamorarte. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....NUESTROS CAMINOS SE SEPARAN, SIN ODIO NI RENCOR. PERO NO QUIERAS QUE TE DIGA AMIGA, SI ALGUNA VEZ TE DIJE AMOR...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6931929158274588475?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6931929158274588475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6931929158274588475' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6931929158274588475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6931929158274588475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/02/esto-solo-lo-escribo-para-desquitarme.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2aT19m9bXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/zFJ6lR6hXbU/s72-c/1230131719135_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3026560894827377432</id><published>2010-01-25T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T10:00:53.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hechos de la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2HQz8MDKqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LheqmKMMbY0/s1600-h/1206749001_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2HQz8MDKqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LheqmKMMbY0/s320/1206749001_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431852216334101154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me puedo enamorar,&lt;br /&gt;estoy hecho para soportar&lt;br /&gt;todos los retos que esta vida&lt;br /&gt;hasta ahora supo afrontar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3026560894827377432?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3026560894827377432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3026560894827377432' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3026560894827377432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3026560894827377432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/01/hechos-de-la-vida.html' title='Hechos de la vida'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S2HQz8MDKqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LheqmKMMbY0/s72-c/1206749001_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6903950093351388751</id><published>2010-01-18T19:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:19:14.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S1UkcijdPZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Yd_EAxeTKK0/s1600-h/Photo-0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S1UkcijdPZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Yd_EAxeTKK0/s320/Photo-0230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428284998595460498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que la dulce tristeza de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Sean aquellas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que derramo&lt;br /&gt;Sobre la tumba de mi ilucion.&lt;br /&gt;*Y el descierto de tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Muestre la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y toda esa soledad&lt;br /&gt;Que sentencia día tras día esta realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6903950093351388751?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6903950093351388751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6903950093351388751' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6903950093351388751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6903950093351388751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/01/que-la-dulce-tristeza-de-mi-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S1UkcijdPZI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Yd_EAxeTKK0/s72-c/Photo-0230.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-4805992654195831076</id><published>2010-01-14T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:30:11.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S0_9XWfEAtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RiFtIzOhGPs/s1600-h/1166147061_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S0_9XWfEAtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RiFtIzOhGPs/s320/1166147061_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426834653619421906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me Da Igual Lo Que Hoy Pienses De Mi. &lt;br /&gt;Yo Solo Fui Alguien Que Quiso Intentar Volver A Hacerte Feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Solo Fui La Persona Que Supo Volver A Hacerte Sonreir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4805992654195831076?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4805992654195831076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4805992654195831076' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4805992654195831076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4805992654195831076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-da-igual-lo-que-hoy-pienses-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/S0_9XWfEAtI/AAAAAAAAAPo/RiFtIzOhGPs/s72-c/1166147061_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2066646287655941078</id><published>2009-12-15T17:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T17:59:18.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Syg-ozjqR4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/V9s5EQURAk0/s1600-h/1259975410224_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Syg-ozjqR4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/V9s5EQURAk0/s320/1259975410224_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415647422668490626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor:&lt;br /&gt;Te eh visto llorando por mi,&lt;br /&gt;Pero es que no puedo vivir yo sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito tenerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bien que tu amor se apago&lt;br /&gt;Y que esta vida de ti me alejo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kiero alcanzarte&lt;br /&gt;Hoy kiero tenete.&lt;br /&gt;Y no kiero perderte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2066646287655941078?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2066646287655941078/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2066646287655941078' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2066646287655941078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2066646287655941078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor-te-eh-visto-llorando-por-mi-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Syg-ozjqR4I/AAAAAAAAAPg/V9s5EQURAk0/s72-c/1259975410224_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-7873641903820098541</id><published>2009-11-22T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:37:06.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SwoDUcvnA6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5SN0HYiqxI/s1600/silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SwoDUcvnA6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5SN0HYiqxI/s320/silence.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407137952459850658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La cristalización de una lágrima reflejada en tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrices de tu cuerpo, quemaduras de aquellas caricias que con pasión recorrían tu piel.&lt;br /&gt;La sequía de esos labios que no son mas que aquellos besos que dejaron olvidados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-7873641903820098541?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/7873641903820098541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=7873641903820098541' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7873641903820098541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7873641903820098541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-cristalizacion-de-una-lagrima.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SwoDUcvnA6I/AAAAAAAAAPY/x5SN0HYiqxI/s72-c/silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1939525722326827574</id><published>2009-11-03T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:28:43.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SvD03syYoGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GB8jqQAw688/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SvD03syYoGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GB8jqQAw688/s320/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400085190969696354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La soledad no es mas,&lt;br /&gt;que la oscuridad que yase en esa realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la realidad de tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por el vació de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;Llora lágrimas de pena y desesperación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por la falta de la suave brisa cálida de una caricia,&lt;br /&gt;El frió cristaliza tu corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1939525722326827574?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1939525722326827574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1939525722326827574' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1939525722326827574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1939525722326827574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-soledad-no-es-mas-que-la-oscuridad.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SvD03syYoGI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/GB8jqQAw688/s72-c/DSC00434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5027560583866084981</id><published>2009-11-01T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T14:23:34.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Su4KSS-pMAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xJyfRTmGius/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Su4KSS-pMAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xJyfRTmGius/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399264312712310786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El abandono de uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;Tras una muerte añorada.&lt;br /&gt;Es el descansar por una noche&lt;br /&gt;Sin poder ver un mañana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5027560583866084981?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5027560583866084981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5027560583866084981' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5027560583866084981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5027560583866084981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-abandono-de-uno-mismo-tras-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Su4KSS-pMAI/AAAAAAAAAPI/xJyfRTmGius/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8621831299799166894</id><published>2009-10-31T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:37:34.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SuyD5e0qPyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l5YohBXJ0Is/s1600-h/m%C2%ACa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SuyD5e0qPyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l5YohBXJ0Is/s320/m%C2%ACa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398835076860100386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno.&lt;br /&gt;Acá vuelvo con la misma historia,&lt;br /&gt;Aquella que deje en suspenso.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que les allá gustado,&lt;br /&gt;Y como el anterior &lt;br /&gt;No lo voy a hacer estenso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me quede en que por amarla&lt;br /&gt;Todo había disfrutado,&lt;br /&gt;Y apesar de que fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;Siempre la supe cuidar&lt;br /&gt;Por el amor que sentía&lt;br /&gt;Jamas deje de añorarla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parecen cursilerías que por perderla había llorado.&lt;br /&gt;Pero jamas existió mujer&lt;br /&gt;A quien yo amara tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que así termino&lt;br /&gt;Y no hay forma de despedirme.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo el sufrimiento que esa noche yo sentí&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ella se iba&lt;br /&gt;Y aun así yo no tube nada que decir. =(&lt;br /&gt;................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy como vine a tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sin decir nada me despido y me voy&lt;br /&gt;Pero me cuesta tanto olvidarte mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Me cuesta tanto decirte Adios..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8621831299799166894?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8621831299799166894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8621831299799166894' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8621831299799166894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8621831299799166894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/10/continuacion.html' title='Continuacion'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SuyD5e0qPyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/l5YohBXJ0Is/s72-c/m%C2%ACa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2264425457027019927</id><published>2009-10-21T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T23:00:39.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos del Pasado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St_yfCWFGYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TbFYGpvGUDs/s1600-h/118A%2BC-01-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St_yfCWFGYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TbFYGpvGUDs/s320/118A%2BC-01-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395297493632489858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira, &lt;br /&gt;Yo no se si este bien o malo lo que digo&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta vez escucha me&lt;br /&gt;Que juro que tiene sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperté x la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;Entre pensamientos confundidos&lt;br /&gt;Y una laguna de vació,&lt;br /&gt;Pude darme cuenta &lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que por quererte había perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta bien,&lt;br /&gt;No me quejo porque el error fue mio.&lt;br /&gt;El darte todo mi cariño&lt;br /&gt;Fue solo un paso al desengaño&lt;br /&gt;De todo aquello que soñamos&lt;br /&gt;Y al final nos despertamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de todo eramos niños.&lt;br /&gt;El cariño que ofreciamos&lt;br /&gt;Jamas era competitivo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero aquel día que te marchaste&lt;br /&gt;Me dejaste en el vació.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aca corto esta historia.&lt;br /&gt;Espero les alla gustado&lt;br /&gt;No la quise hacer estensa&lt;br /&gt;para tener otro relato.&lt;br /&gt;Si acaso les interesa&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvan a Entrar Dentro de un buen rato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Byes::--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2264425457027019927?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2264425457027019927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2264425457027019927' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2264425457027019927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2264425457027019927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/10/relatos-del-pasado.html' title='Relatos del Pasado.'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St_yfCWFGYI/AAAAAAAAAO4/TbFYGpvGUDs/s72-c/118A%2BC-01-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6054692270764538305</id><published>2009-10-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:24:04.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St1URL8M_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0hWKN2hdvB4/s1600-h/Solitario003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St1URL8M_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0hWKN2hdvB4/s320/Solitario003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394560582899531314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tras Un Relato Largo Eh Inesperado &lt;br /&gt;Escuche la Vos De Un Sabio De Decía:&lt;br /&gt;La Única Salida Es Caminando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al Principio No Entendía&lt;br /&gt;Y Empecé A Buscarlo&lt;br /&gt;Quise encontrarlo hasta en cada rincón de esos antros.&lt;br /&gt;Pero por mas que intente &lt;br /&gt;jamás lo conseguí. &lt;br /&gt;y hasta el día de hoy&lt;br /&gt;solo entendí&lt;br /&gt;que todo tiene una razón para ser así.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6054692270764538305?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6054692270764538305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6054692270764538305' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6054692270764538305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6054692270764538305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/10/tras-un-relato-largo-eh-inesperado.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/St1URL8M_jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/0hWKN2hdvB4/s72-c/Solitario003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5775519243895926854</id><published>2009-09-26T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:47:28.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sr8KcS79wwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XW4ZMtwd_oM/s1600-h/200813025035-5881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sr8KcS79wwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XW4ZMtwd_oM/s320/200813025035-5881.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386035160594367234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sus ojos se reflejaba el temor hacia una muerte inesperada, que por evadirla durante años, no izo mas que enseñarle las actitudes que tomaba frente a hechos que lo desafiaban a sobrevivir solo un día mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5775519243895926854?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5775519243895926854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5775519243895926854' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5775519243895926854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5775519243895926854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/09/en-sus-ojos-se-reflejaba-el-temor-hacia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sr8KcS79wwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/XW4ZMtwd_oM/s72-c/200813025035-5881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8237143930444460006</id><published>2009-09-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T23:56:00.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SrHaYEUDqiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OZ6AjAO49J8/s1600-h/Photo-0214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SrHaYEUDqiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OZ6AjAO49J8/s320/Photo-0214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382323136694037026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esta oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Nace la ilusion &lt;br /&gt;De aquel amor desavitado&lt;br /&gt;Que atrapo tu corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy el ilusionista de cada sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Que por mas que lo evadas&lt;br /&gt;Y por mas que lo intentes olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;siempre esta en tus pensamientos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8237143930444460006?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8237143930444460006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8237143930444460006' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8237143930444460006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8237143930444460006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/09/de-esta-oscuridad-nace-la-ilusion-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SrHaYEUDqiI/AAAAAAAAAOg/OZ6AjAO49J8/s72-c/Photo-0214.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5342740879010672570</id><published>2009-09-08T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:59:36.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqb98gVhlLI/AAAAAAAAANo/szPZRCbGsz4/s1600-h/1169594237_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqb98gVhlLI/AAAAAAAAANo/szPZRCbGsz4/s320/1169594237_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379266020854830258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El porque de mis acciones no sabia justificar la razon de que mi corazon alla descuidado nuestro amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas asi, aun los pensamientos, jamas supieron enteder el motivo de la falta de entendimiento que me probocaba tu ausencia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5342740879010672570?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5342740879010672570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5342740879010672570' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5342740879010672570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5342740879010672570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/09/el-porque-de-mis-acciones-no-sabia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqb98gVhlLI/AAAAAAAAANo/szPZRCbGsz4/s72-c/1169594237_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1921315548800088340</id><published>2009-09-03T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:54:35.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SqBTqJBCvaI/AAAAAAAAANg/mMXH2OT_Us0/s1600-h/eternidad%2520en%2520tus%2520bolsillos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SqBTqJBCvaI/AAAAAAAAANg/mMXH2OT_Us0/s320/eternidad%2520en%2520tus%2520bolsillos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377389938520276386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanesco en silencio&lt;br /&gt;escondido en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Por favor mi señorita,&lt;br /&gt;Se mi compania en esta soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayudame a creer en mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;y no dejes que mi corazon se consuma.&lt;br /&gt;Princesa de mis cuentos de hadas&lt;br /&gt;y mi amor eterno en las noches de luna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1921315548800088340?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1921315548800088340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1921315548800088340' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1921315548800088340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1921315548800088340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/09/permanesco-en-silencio-escondido-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SqBTqJBCvaI/AAAAAAAAANg/mMXH2OT_Us0/s72-c/eternidad%2520en%2520tus%2520bolsillos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8601227834712768340</id><published>2009-08-29T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:33:55.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Spoikuj7q4I/AAAAAAAAANY/NiFr3dNbDTk/s1600-h/dibujofg6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Spoikuj7q4I/AAAAAAAAANY/NiFr3dNbDTk/s320/dibujofg6.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375647119589485442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompañame en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y se la guia de mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Que en esta soledad &lt;br /&gt;Se logran diferenciar el palpitar de un latido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraza mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;Y no dejes que se valla&lt;br /&gt;Que mi vida te pertence&lt;br /&gt;Asi como la luz que de ella emana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8601227834712768340?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8601227834712768340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8601227834712768340' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8601227834712768340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8601227834712768340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/acompaname-en-la-oscuridad-y-se-la-guia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Spoikuj7q4I/AAAAAAAAANY/NiFr3dNbDTk/s72-c/dibujofg6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3416124848172767394</id><published>2009-08-28T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T23:55:14.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpjQvh9hdcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1fsdr3tnGcI/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpjQvh9hdcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1fsdr3tnGcI/s320/lagrima.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375275670255531458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Si yo, Tu.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu, Yo.&lt;br /&gt;Sin ti, nada.&lt;br /&gt;Sin mi, si quieres prueba."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3416124848172767394?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3416124848172767394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3416124848172767394' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3416124848172767394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3416124848172767394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/si-yo-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpjQvh9hdcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/1fsdr3tnGcI/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-4596491253231275075</id><published>2009-08-26T05:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:50:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El saber y el hacer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpUyj85wWKI/AAAAAAAAANA/lvRdIg-bS5g/s1600-h/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpUyj85wWKI/AAAAAAAAANA/lvRdIg-bS5g/s320/23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374257323561736354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El saber y el hacer. Son dos complementos que en la actualidad suelen unirce de manera tal que permite a las personas, reflexionar de cada accion antes de realizar cada uno de sus cometidos.&lt;br /&gt;Asi mismo tambien suele suceder, en raros casos, que dichos complementos se vean separados por aquellas personas que actuan sin pensarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Si lo relacionamos con el ambito sentimental, este suele ser motivo de angustia y dolor para aquel ignorantes, que por sus impulsos y falta de conocimiento, lastima a aquella persona que lo quiere, de manera que al final cuando se ve en soledad sufre por sus error.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4596491253231275075?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4596491253231275075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4596491253231275075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4596491253231275075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4596491253231275075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-saber-y-el-hacer.html' title='El saber y el hacer.'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SpUyj85wWKI/AAAAAAAAANA/lvRdIg-bS5g/s72-c/23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1549969111286633413</id><published>2009-08-18T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T09:03:59.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Paso Del Tiempo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SorQ4N4_JUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1Y8VIq8GR6k/s1600-h/Photo-0109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SorQ4N4_JUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1Y8VIq8GR6k/s320/Photo-0109.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371335169812669762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto fue parte de un comentario que le deje a una señorita en su blog&lt;br /&gt;Espero no ofenderla si les recomiendo que pases por su blog.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui se los dejo: http://elsuspirodeunangel-paloma.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;Cuidencen&lt;br /&gt;Chau&lt;br /&gt;...............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El pasar del tiempo es algo que las personas suelen odiar y aun asi nadie jamas lo quiso evitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vida tras una eternidad podria ser la razon de un sentimiento de odio y rencor frente a siertos privilegios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si fuesemos niños eternamente jamas hubieramos podido ver las cosas que ayer eran rosas y hoy se esconden tras espinas.&lt;br /&gt;Aun viendolo de una forma media dificil de alcanzar siertos objetivos es mas lindo pelear por aquello que queremos y no dejar que se nos entregen tan facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO? ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mi forma de ver las cosas es mejor poder dejar que pase el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya que el pasado nos dice quienes fuimos, no quienes somos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1549969111286633413?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1549969111286633413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1549969111286633413' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1549969111286633413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1549969111286633413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-paso-del-tiempo.html' title='El Paso Del Tiempo.'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SorQ4N4_JUI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/1Y8VIq8GR6k/s72-c/Photo-0109.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5336079736175582854</id><published>2009-08-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:53:52.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>juglar de los verzos tristes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoePkjBiXII/AAAAAAAAALw/96WPWLiVQ5U/s1600-h/1587.3699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoePkjBiXII/AAAAAAAAALw/96WPWLiVQ5U/s320/1587.3699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370418938702355586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viejo juglar de versos estraviados.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy resita entre tus palabras aquello que as callado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misericordiosa oracion.&lt;br /&gt;De los santos que hoy yasen muertos en las penumbras de tu desilucion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño amante de los deseos prohividos&lt;br /&gt;De todos aquellos sentires que permanecen escondidos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5336079736175582854?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5336079736175582854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5336079736175582854' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5336079736175582854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5336079736175582854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/juglar-de-los-verzos-tristes.html' title='juglar de los verzos tristes'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoePkjBiXII/AAAAAAAAALw/96WPWLiVQ5U/s72-c/1587.3699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5289906789551229325</id><published>2009-08-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:58:41.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOri-n80iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Uy5TdG3g_ZY/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOri-n80iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Uy5TdG3g_ZY/s320/13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369323798170227234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Pasado,&lt;br /&gt;Es solo un libro en la que escribimos y guardamos todos los recuerdos de manera que jamas nos olvidemos de ellos. Aun si eso pasara, sabriamos donde encontrarlos.&lt;br /&gt;Entre pensamientos y converzaciones siempre hay formas de que vuelvan a nuestras mentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ahi yo este equivodo al escribir esto, pero es mi manera de ver las cosas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Marcos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5289906789551229325?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5289906789551229325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5289906789551229325' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5289906789551229325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5289906789551229325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-pasado-es-solo-un-libro-en-la-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOri-n80iI/AAAAAAAAAKs/Uy5TdG3g_ZY/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8011796316487974265</id><published>2009-08-12T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:49:53.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOZ6bZSgZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/heVsTmapkk8/s1600-h/x1piYkpqHC_35k3jg0kXakcI1oTHEuch7r8VEpHU2n_cfx5YFxdk13cjJm7mxrLxFk4CHgIp1AJZ9KoMrDsFe4ia3gn1QGu8n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOZ6bZSgZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/heVsTmapkk8/s320/x1piYkpqHC_35k3jg0kXakcI1oTHEuch7r8VEpHU2n_cfx5YFxdk13cjJm7mxrLxFk4CHgIp1AJZ9KoMrDsFe4ia3gn1QGu8n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369304409821053330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ver tanta luz que reflejan tus ojos suprimida en la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Da pena saber que tu bellesa es simbolo de envidia entre hombres que buscan esos labios que son el trofeo de una guerra que solo usa armas para llegar a la victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Marcos Becerra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8011796316487974265?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8011796316487974265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8011796316487974265' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8011796316487974265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8011796316487974265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/ver-tanta-luz-que-reflejan-tus-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOZ6bZSgZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/heVsTmapkk8/s72-c/x1piYkpqHC_35k3jg0kXakcI1oTHEuch7r8VEpHU2n_cfx5YFxdk13cjJm7mxrLxFk4CHgIp1AJZ9KoMrDsFe4ia3gn1QGu8n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2151744191900557122</id><published>2009-08-11T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:00:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOcQBNzy9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/P3hpfFF7sE8/s1600-h/129.59.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOcQBNzy9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/P3hpfFF7sE8/s320/129.59.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369306979773959122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;El vació que sentía mi alma me impedía ver los sentimientos que se reflejaban en los ojos de alguien que por desesperación y miedo a la muerte tras un abandono, había olvidado el porque de sus acciones.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan Marcos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2151744191900557122?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2151744191900557122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2151744191900557122' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2151744191900557122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2151744191900557122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/el-vacio-que-sentia-mi-alma-me-impedia.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SoOcQBNzy9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/P3hpfFF7sE8/s72-c/129.59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6700025465351121521</id><published>2009-08-03T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:24:48.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SneFiTHsILI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j7f3BSLVcFw/s1600-h/Foto-0107_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SneFiTHsILI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j7f3BSLVcFw/s320/Foto-0107_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365904305329807538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permanesco en soledad&lt;br /&gt;Anesteciado por la droga de tus besos,&lt;br /&gt;Ciego por tu luz que encandilan mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Y mudo por la falta de palabras que me proboca el verte. &lt;br /&gt;y asi, intento seguirte&lt;br /&gt;Hasta tenerte&lt;br /&gt;Para poder decirte&lt;br /&gt;Que sin ti a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;La vida ya no existe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6700025465351121521?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6700025465351121521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6700025465351121521' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6700025465351121521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6700025465351121521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/08/permanesco-en-soledad-anesteciado-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SneFiTHsILI/AAAAAAAAAGw/j7f3BSLVcFw/s72-c/Foto-0107_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1122032021381780412</id><published>2009-07-28T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:38:51.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-2NjuegGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A3c51YdVt4E/s1600-h/1113022566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-2NjuegGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A3c51YdVt4E/s320/1113022566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363706025266282594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princesa del silencio y la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Que condena a mis sentidos a la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy emboco a tu alma y tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Nombrando a esa triste traición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, de un antiguo guerrero&lt;br /&gt;Que sin saberlo lucho&lt;br /&gt;Entre la vida y la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;Viendo siempre hacia este sol ardiente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1122032021381780412?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1122032021381780412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1122032021381780412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1122032021381780412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1122032021381780412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/princesa-del-silencio-y-la-oscuridad.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-2NjuegGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/A3c51YdVt4E/s72-c/1113022566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-7168758494957031335</id><published>2009-07-28T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:27:48.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-zoH-u38I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wr7c6nx1XAw/s1600-h/n1171809693_30444527_6385827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-zoH-u38I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wr7c6nx1XAw/s320/n1171809693_30444527_6385827.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363703183139856322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un te amo,&lt;br /&gt;2 miradas,&lt;br /&gt;10 latidos,&lt;br /&gt;Seguidos x el silencio de la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una soledad,&lt;br /&gt;Triste desesperación,&lt;br /&gt;Llanto del corazón inconsolable&lt;br /&gt;frente a la pérdida de un amor irreversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una copa,&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba en el fondo,&lt;br /&gt;marcando la muerte&lt;br /&gt;de un amor sin retorno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-7168758494957031335?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/7168758494957031335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=7168758494957031335' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7168758494957031335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7168758494957031335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-te-amo-2-miradas-10-latidos-seguidos.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-zoH-u38I/AAAAAAAAAGI/Wr7c6nx1XAw/s72-c/n1171809693_30444527_6385827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8110129426316853691</id><published>2009-07-28T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:17:03.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-xGUtg4zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rk7yVHTs2q0/s1600-h/1208648257_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-xGUtg4zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rk7yVHTs2q0/s320/1208648257_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363700403418489650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos corazones jugando al amor,&lt;br /&gt;Triste separación,&lt;br /&gt;Sufrimiento de esos corazones…&lt;br /&gt;Sus sueños se mueren,&lt;br /&gt;Sus ilusiones terminan,&lt;br /&gt;Su realidad poco a poco se acaba en un mar de lágrimas y oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Su única salida es el terminar con su vida,&lt;br /&gt;Pero como terminar con algo que nunca empezó&lt;br /&gt;Solo basto esa noche&lt;br /&gt;Que esos corazones se cruzaran nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;Para decidir terminan con aquello que los hacia sufrir tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Y de un salto la luz de sus vidas se apago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas así suceden cuando se separan dos corazones que deben estar unidos x la eternidad… triste historia de aquellos corazones enamorados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8110129426316853691?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8110129426316853691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8110129426316853691' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8110129426316853691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8110129426316853691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/dos-corazones-jugando-al-amor-triste.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-xGUtg4zI/AAAAAAAAAGA/Rk7yVHTs2q0/s72-c/1208648257_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-663771021243242722</id><published>2009-07-28T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:13:39.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-wPdAp57I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jLoADcsYo2E/s1600-h/1208220931_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-wPdAp57I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jLoADcsYo2E/s320/1208220931_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363699460753450930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un Engaño,&lt;br /&gt;Dos corazones que confunden sus latidos,&lt;br /&gt;Tres lagrimas que se funde en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;Sin sentido y sin razón solo se buscan respuestas,&lt;br /&gt;Pero como responder lo que nunca fue una pregunta?&lt;br /&gt;Los Hechos que hoy me confunden mañana serán los que me maten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentar mirarla a los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Ocultar mis sentimientos abandonando la respiración&lt;br /&gt;Dejando que el dolor abrase mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;Y talvez sin quererlo me sentencio a una vida en el recuerdo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-663771021243242722?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/663771021243242722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=663771021243242722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/663771021243242722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/663771021243242722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-engano-dos-corazones-que-confunden.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-wPdAp57I/AAAAAAAAAF4/jLoADcsYo2E/s72-c/1208220931_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-5281240435319736204</id><published>2009-07-28T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:03:58.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-t83PrRBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CG2c1Hrzfyo/s1600-h/1207097347_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-t83PrRBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CG2c1Hrzfyo/s320/1207097347_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363696942355006482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vives en mi recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;En cada uno de mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;En mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta en mis sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella mujer que por ti todo eh dejado&lt;br /&gt;Amante de palabra&lt;br /&gt;Secreta y discreta&lt;br /&gt;Frente a amores pasados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiel amante de toda la vida&lt;br /&gt;Que escondes entre las paredes de esta habitación&lt;br /&gt;Un amor a escondida.&lt;br /&gt;Triste adicción del corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que tras palabras y palabras&lt;br /&gt;Entonas la misma canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solos tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy y hasta siempre&lt;br /&gt;Mas allá de la muerte&lt;br /&gt;Y el espacio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5281240435319736204?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5281240435319736204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5281240435319736204' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5281240435319736204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5281240435319736204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/vives-en-mi-recuerdo-en-cada-uno-de-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-t83PrRBI/AAAAAAAAAFw/CG2c1Hrzfyo/s72-c/1207097347_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8694229842420218353</id><published>2009-07-28T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:54:56.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-r6ZrWAsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nwIB8SOVbkw/s1600-h/1207005301_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-r6ZrWAsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nwIB8SOVbkw/s320/1207005301_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363694701034996418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas que me gustaria decir.&lt;br /&gt;Y por negarlas solo me condeno,&lt;br /&gt;A una vida en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Y por toda la eternidad al infierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por una fantacia me mataste.&lt;br /&gt;Eso es verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Que por seguir tus sueños me condenaste&lt;br /&gt;Esa es la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero como negarte el placer de vivir?&lt;br /&gt;Si por el queres que te tube&lt;br /&gt;Soñe con la esperanza de siempre verte sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy x perderte me veo morir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-8694229842420218353?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8694229842420218353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8694229842420218353' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8694229842420218353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8694229842420218353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/hay-tantas-cosas-que-me-gustaria-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-r6ZrWAsI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nwIB8SOVbkw/s72-c/1207005301_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3936008960546849057</id><published>2009-07-28T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T18:50:58.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Tu Felicidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-q7vpIs7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SR432CbzQD8/s1600-h/1206749001_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-q7vpIs7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SR432CbzQD8/s320/1206749001_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363693624599557042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por intentar de darte el cielo&lt;br /&gt;Yo conocí el Infierno,&lt;br /&gt;Por querer enseñarte a amar&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida perdió su rumbo,&lt;br /&gt;Por Intentar de volver a los caminos del pasado&lt;br /&gt;Conocí a la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella me enseño que no existe el amor&lt;br /&gt;Y tambien me explico el porque de estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Le mostró a mi vida un nuevo rumbo&lt;br /&gt;Y me doto de placeres infinitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero a pesar de todo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca supe borrarte de mi mente.&lt;br /&gt;Y los placeres de los que me doto no son nada&lt;br /&gt;Si sufro por tu sola imagen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me lamento por a verte enseñado a amar&lt;br /&gt;Por a verte mostrado el camino&lt;br /&gt;E iluminar tu vida&lt;br /&gt;Y crear un jardín de rosas&lt;br /&gt;En donde hoy entierras mis mas profundos sueños e ilusiones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3936008960546849057?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3936008960546849057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3936008960546849057' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3936008960546849057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3936008960546849057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-tu-felicidad.html' title='Por Tu Felicidad'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sm-q7vpIs7I/AAAAAAAAAFg/SR432CbzQD8/s72-c/1206749001_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-4640887977943816962</id><published>2009-07-23T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:24:14.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhyhyzYN8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LmA_6wTGOCo/s1600-h/1231272579321_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhyhyzYN8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LmA_6wTGOCo/s320/1231272579321_f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361661281283094466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde se esconden los versos&lt;br /&gt;Que buscan ser descubiertos &lt;br /&gt;Entre los pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;De aquel poeta soltario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde estan esos manuscritos&lt;br /&gt;Que perdimos&lt;br /&gt;Por algun tipo de descuido&lt;br /&gt;O falta de memoria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que Sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;Faltan ser descubiertos&lt;br /&gt;Que ignoran nuestros cuerpos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4640887977943816962?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4640887977943816962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4640887977943816962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4640887977943816962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4640887977943816962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/donde-se-esconden-los-versos-que-buscan.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhyhyzYN8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/LmA_6wTGOCo/s72-c/1231272579321_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-2259388582064088439</id><published>2009-07-23T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:10:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhvT0UDH4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/29XvfeU6CK4/s1600-h/n1171809693_30336589_4549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhvT0UDH4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/29XvfeU6CK4/s320/n1171809693_30336589_4549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361657742635507586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La esperanza &lt;br /&gt;Muerta en la&lt;br /&gt;Oscuridad es&lt;br /&gt;Parte de un &lt;br /&gt;Sentir profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la luz&lt;br /&gt;Es la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;De una nueva&lt;br /&gt;Vida y Muerte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-2259388582064088439?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/2259388582064088439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=2259388582064088439' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2259388582064088439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/2259388582064088439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-esperanza-muerta-en-la-oscuridad-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SmhvT0UDH4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/29XvfeU6CK4/s72-c/n1171809693_30336589_4549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3090448128266830873</id><published>2009-06-23T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:56:20.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>punto de vista</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SkFA9LIqooI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IP2DyHuV7UU/s1600-h/asociacion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SkFA9LIqooI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IP2DyHuV7UU/s320/asociacion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350629251998196354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor nace del recuerdo, vive en la inteligencia y muere en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se de quien sea esta frace y sinceramente no me interes. Solo quiero aclarar algo.&lt;br /&gt;La ignoracia de ese sentimiento lo prueba aquel que la escribio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Amor no nace del recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Nace de un sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Una triste perdida, por motivos los cuales ignoro, si nacen del recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Amor no vive en la inteligencia.&lt;br /&gt;Vive por la imaginacion eh ingenio en el que demuestran su amor a la otra persona.&lt;br /&gt;El Amor es la derrota de la imaginacion sobre la inteligencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Amor no muere por el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;El Amor muere por la mediocridad de no conocer los propios sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;El olvido solo alimenta a un futuro recuerdo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3090448128266830873?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3090448128266830873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3090448128266830873' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3090448128266830873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3090448128266830873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/06/punto-de-vista.html' title='punto de vista'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SkFA9LIqooI/AAAAAAAAAFI/IP2DyHuV7UU/s72-c/asociacion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3434714628060230859</id><published>2009-06-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:51:08.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sj6rQYmnhdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mO9Rx6SsAJg/s1600-h/Photo-0230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sj6rQYmnhdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/mO9Rx6SsAJg/s320/Photo-0230.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901705333409234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A los que corren en un laberinto, su misma velocidad los confunde. Séneca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que escribir esa frace, la señora Seneca, debio haber pensado en la idea de que en este mundo acelerado, aveces solemos olvidar que pensar es la mejor obcion antes de hacer cualquier tipo de movimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Debido a nuestra actual posicion por buscar hacer todo junto para ser mejor, solemos olvidar las cosas que realmente importan y no sabemos ver lo que nos conviene mas a largo plazo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3434714628060230859?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3434714628060230859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3434714628060230859' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-40417460060596295</id><published>2009-06-21T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T14:04:33.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmortalidad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sj6gVe9OX-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FdDiUQUVgE8/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jqlnj2TCGwE6pUXHDuTevfL3EyjlsjRQ9kYdVAoK5eClAjSEo0Ih3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sj6gVe9OX-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FdDiUQUVgE8/s320/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jqlnj2TCGwE6pUXHDuTevfL3EyjlsjRQ9kYdVAoK5eClAjSEo0Ih3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349889698310283234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No descansare &lt;br /&gt;Hasta que mi muerte trasienda en una cancion.&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo una eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;No permitire que un sentimiento no se exprese en un papel.&lt;br /&gt;Una idea que plasmar, &lt;br /&gt;Mientras aun pueda crear,&lt;br /&gt;Alcanzando la inmortalidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stravaganzza- Raquiem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-40417460060596295?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/40417460060596295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=40417460060596295' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/40417460060596295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/40417460060596295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/06/inmortalidad.html' title='Inmortalidad'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sj6gVe9OX-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/FdDiUQUVgE8/s72-c/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jqlnj2TCGwE6pUXHDuTevfL3EyjlsjRQ9kYdVAoK5eClAjSEo0Ih3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6048084872518262279</id><published>2009-06-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T20:32:03.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SiSbzJp1rRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SCrqnEwZ_1w/s1600-h/200914053555-13208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SiSbzJp1rRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SCrqnEwZ_1w/s320/200914053555-13208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342566361035287826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hay lluvia que dure toda una vida&lt;br /&gt;Ni frio que nos sentencie una eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, hoy dejame bañar tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Con el calor de mis caricias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se bien que me eh equivocado&lt;br /&gt;Y que te eh abandonado en el frio invierno de estos tiempos.&lt;br /&gt;Se bien que los celos an segado mis sentidos y nublaron mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi amor, jamas puse en duda lo que hasta hoy todabia siento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-6048084872518262279?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6048084872518262279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6048084872518262279' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6048084872518262279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6048084872518262279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-hay-lluvia-que-dure-toda-una-vida-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SiSbzJp1rRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/SCrqnEwZ_1w/s72-c/200914053555-13208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6460220522113823998</id><published>2009-05-26T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:40:57.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyoLCYTcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/69I0FNr0hMs/s1600-h/image_647072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyoLCYTcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/69I0FNr0hMs/s320/image_647072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340328165725401234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simples pensamientos!&lt;br /&gt;Hay mas de mil cosas en las que creer,&lt;br /&gt;Pero cual es la razón de que mayor parte de la gente&lt;br /&gt;Elija creer en un dios?&lt;br /&gt;Uno puede creer que en si mismo,&lt;br /&gt;Al intentar de hacer algo que a simple vista parezca imposible.&lt;br /&gt;Y que por un simple sentimiento dentro de uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;Al final se pueda lograr.&lt;br /&gt;Ese sentimiento no es realmente muy superior &lt;br /&gt;Al que estar creyendo en un dios ¿?&lt;br /&gt;Muchas personas se pasan una gran parte de su tiempo &lt;br /&gt;Dentro de las iglesias&lt;br /&gt;O cualquier tipo de edificios religiosos.&lt;br /&gt;Yo por mi parte,&lt;br /&gt;Prefiero optar por que me digan que soy un ignorante&lt;br /&gt;Antes que ser un ciego.&lt;br /&gt;Yo he conocido la razón de por que estoy vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Y he visto, metafóricamente, a la muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros estuvimos muchas veces cara a cara,&lt;br /&gt;Pero hasta el día de hoy no reclamo mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Y aun sabiendo de que en algún momento llegara&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya estoy preparado&lt;br /&gt;Sin miedo y sin ningún tipo de arrepentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Por que mas allá de las cosas buenas o malas que he hecho&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo que marco la etapa mas linda de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí esta ella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-6460220522113823998?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6460220522113823998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6460220522113823998' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6460220522113823998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6460220522113823998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/05/simples-pensamientos-hay-mas-de-mil.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyoLCYTcJI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/69I0FNr0hMs/s72-c/image_647072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-947545740647814761</id><published>2009-05-26T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T18:39:20.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyZiuA4x0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XP_NZw0x3vQ/s1600-h/200801113620-10503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyZiuA4x0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XP_NZw0x3vQ/s320/200801113620-10503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340312079900919618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy dejaras caer la rosa&lt;br /&gt;Que en tus manos reposa&lt;br /&gt;Su cálido latir&lt;br /&gt;Y su seductor perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Que a cada entrega &lt;br /&gt;Solo anuncia un querer eterno&lt;br /&gt;Que luego se vuelve sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;Y mas tarde se Manifiesta en una muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Dejando caer&lt;br /&gt;Pétalo tras pétalo,&lt;br /&gt;El amor que te regale,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre un mar &lt;br /&gt;De angustia y de dolor. &lt;br /&gt;Que hoy la baña de sangre&lt;br /&gt;Provocando que se marchite entre los recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Y tiña su color de negro&lt;br /&gt;Entre la tristeza de una fría y oscura soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoy-dejaras-caer-la-rosa-que-en-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/ShyZiuA4x0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/XP_NZw0x3vQ/s72-c/200801113620-10503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-8420275184171811544</id><published>2009-05-12T13:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:53:05.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgnhaNdqS8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/X9pzgG_ZapE/s1600-h/2572314_8aa16a1fc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgnhaNdqS8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/X9pzgG_ZapE/s320/2572314_8aa16a1fc1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335043074003979202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me di cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Que los celos son la razón de la inseguridad de tu sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Y que mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Es causada por el saber que todo va a terminar algún día.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando se termine todo esto&lt;br /&gt;Me van a doler&lt;br /&gt;Aquellos sueños en los que apareceríamos los dos juntos x siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Y todas aquellas ideas del futuro&lt;br /&gt;Que creí que iba a tener a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me doy cuenta de que todo fue mi culpa&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me comporte como una niño.&lt;br /&gt;Y sin saber que era amar&lt;br /&gt;Quise jugar&lt;br /&gt;Y contigo aprendí lo que era sentir&lt;br /&gt;Lo que era amar&lt;br /&gt;Lo que era vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora muero sabiendo&lt;br /&gt;Que todo fue un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Y que aquellas cosas que siento x ti&lt;br /&gt;Solo son parte de tu pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy muere mi amor&lt;br /&gt;Y regresa el dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-8420275184171811544?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/8420275184171811544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=8420275184171811544' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8420275184171811544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/8420275184171811544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoy-me-di-cuenta-que-los-celos-son-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgnhaNdqS8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/X9pzgG_ZapE/s72-c/2572314_8aa16a1fc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3156436341103144484</id><published>2009-05-12T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:08:44.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;provocaste mas de miles de sensaciones en mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Encendiste el amor, que alguna vez se desvaneció,&lt;br /&gt;Y a su misma vez lo apagaste.&lt;br /&gt;Logras hacer que de mis labios nazcan los besos,&lt;br /&gt;Que por errores pasados supe borrar.&lt;br /&gt;Hiciste que de mi voz salgan miles de canciones&lt;br /&gt;Y de mis sentimientos crearas la canción con la que dormirás.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hoy las cosas bellas desaparecen&lt;br /&gt;Y mostrare a esta vida las razones que justifiquen mi enojo.&lt;br /&gt;Creando mil hogueras de dolor&lt;br /&gt;Que maten a los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;A deleite del palpitar de sus corazones.&lt;br /&gt;Manifestando mi sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mientras las llamas se consuman.&lt;br /&gt;Y todo por un error.&lt;br /&gt;Una mentira que jamás supiste ocultar,&lt;br /&gt;Y como un estúpido,&lt;br /&gt;100pre cuide este amor que sentía&lt;br /&gt;Sin darme cuanta que la vida misma no era mas que un juego&lt;br /&gt;En el que contaba el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Que faltaba para mi extinción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-3156436341103144484?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3156436341103144484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3156436341103144484' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3156436341103144484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3156436341103144484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/05/provocaste-mas-de-miles-de-sensaciones.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1173685158158164453</id><published>2009-05-05T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:57:47.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgCaLopKiRI/AAAAAAAAADw/F_UG3AE29o4/s1600-h/Schk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgCaLopKiRI/AAAAAAAAADw/F_UG3AE29o4/s320/Schk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332431483485980946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Acá me despido:&lt;br /&gt;Y acá mismo se marco el comienzo de las poesías o pensamientos mas tristes&lt;br /&gt;Hoy la muerte recita las ultimas palabras de esta vida,&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras veo pasar todos mis recuerdos en un instante&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo a pensar en lo lindo que fue haberte conocido&lt;br /&gt;Y en los lindos momentos que pasamos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero después de pensarlo,&lt;br /&gt;De que sirvieron ¿?&lt;br /&gt;Si al fin y al cabo todo termino como la peor de las muerte.&lt;br /&gt;Tras desconfianza, Celos y confusiones&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos matando a ese amor que había entre los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora me lamento que esto allá tenido que terminar así.&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras la muerte lee las ultimas líneas de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo le grito al cielo aquello que nunca te dije.&lt;br /&gt;Que fuiste lo que siempre quise&lt;br /&gt;Y que junto a ti supe conocer la felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y te agradezco por haberme enseñado a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida ya esta finalizando.&lt;br /&gt;Y con estas preguntas le doy fin a mi vida:&lt;br /&gt;¿No es absurdo empezar una vida condenada desde el principio a extinguirse?&lt;br /&gt;¿No es absurdo dejar que tomemos cariño a otras personas, que las amemos con total entrega, para que luego nos las arranquen de nuestro lado de improviso y sin ninguna razón, más que la equivocación o el castigo y que tengamos que asistir impotentes a ese espectáculo tan macabro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-1173685158158164453?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1173685158158164453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1173685158158164453' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1173685158158164453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1173685158158164453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2009/05/aca-me-despido-y-aca-mismo-se-marco-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SgCaLopKiRI/AAAAAAAAADw/F_UG3AE29o4/s72-c/Schk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-6993994949884189248</id><published>2009-04-28T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:17:28.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una historia mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SffiVI3ReAI/AAAAAAAAADo/kZZAQ9qgrUE/s1600-h/guerra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SffiVI3ReAI/AAAAAAAAADo/kZZAQ9qgrUE/s320/guerra.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329977536800716802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Una vez mas, en redados en batallas que no me pertenecen. Se bien que después de esto que eh hecho, probablemente vuelva a ser reclutado barias veces para pelear contra aquellas personas que jamás conocí o con aquellos que alguna vez me cruce, pero, relatar una historia desde mi posición en estos momentos. Talvez no sea lo mas indicado, ya que, con una herida de bala en mi pierna izquierda, debería salir de todas formas a matar a aquellos padres de familias. Que al igual que yo no se pueden desatar de las cadenas que pesan sobre aquellos que deciden pelear entre si y jamás dan la cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Todo comenzó el 17 de agosto de 1947, esa tarde surgieron fuertes discusiones entre aquellos que estaban en el gobierno de nuestro país. Bajo algún punto de esas discusiones las cosas perdieron su rumbo. Corrían amenazas y avisos de guerras que se aproximaban.&lt;br /&gt;     En aquellos momentos, solo me dedicaba a aquellas cosas que le dieron tanto sentido a mi vida. Aquellas reuniones de la familia, en las que todos reíamos y compartíamos diferentes tipo de opiniones y pensamientos de las situaciones en las que vivíamos hasta que llegaba el típico chiste de alguno, que nos hacia reír a todos y así se rompía el hielo de una conversación formal. &lt;br /&gt;     El 28 de junio de 1942, fue la fecha en la que comenzó todo con ella. Su nombre era .............., (solo por cuestiones de inseguridad no lo aclaro). La conocí a través de unos amigos, en una salida, a ellos les pareció muy gracioso encerrarme con ella en una habitación de hotel. Así empezó una relación. Esa tarde que nos encerraron hablamos de aquellas cosas que nos gustaban y a pesar de que no compartíamos los mismos pensamientos sobre algunas temas. Ella supo llamar mi atención. Con el paso del tiempo se fueron formalizando las cosas, hasta llegar al punto de que nos vimos uno junto al otro y se nos izo imposible separarnos.&lt;br /&gt;      Transcurrió el tiempo y ella se vino a vivir a mi lado, compartimos fiestas juntos, conocimos a la familia del otro. A los dos años ella ya esperaba nuestro primer hijo, o hija. Me acuerdo que la tarde previa al parto, el doctor decidió internarla. Según los pronósticos, había surgido una enfermedad que atacaba a las mujeres embarazadas y al parecer ella fue victima de eso. &lt;br /&gt;      Por algunos momentos creí que la perdería y de mis ojos caían lagrimas de eterno dolor, por todo aquellos que habíamos compartido y por todo lo que nos faltaba vivir. Pero... al parecer solo me había equivocado. Esa tarde a la noche, nació ella, un regalo de esta vida.&lt;br /&gt;      Es difícil explicar la felicidad que sentí en ese momento. Aquellas lagrimas que en su momento fueron de dolor, luego fueron remplazadas por la felicidad que desbordaba de mis ojos. Algo tan dulce fue verla entre sus brazos, las dos personas que mas amaba en esta vida formaron parte de un mismo sentimientos y no supe evitar aquello que me arrastro a robarle un beso de sus labios y mientras las veía a las dos juntas pronunciar lo que jamás olvidare: “Por algo vine a esta vida y por siempre las cuidare. Las amo a las dos”. Esas fueron mis palabras mientras intentaba evitaba que la felicidad que me desbordaba no me llevara a abrazarlas con todas mis fuerzas.&lt;br /&gt;     Después de unos años las cosas fueron poniéndose cada vez mas duras para el país. Surgieron nuevos problemas económicos y cada día se nos hacia mas difícil subsistir. Día tras día me preguntaba, cuanto mas iba a aguantar esta vida, y si talvez llegaría el día en que todo esto pasara y pudiera elevar mi activo patrimonial. Así paso el tiempo y llego el día en que las cosas que mas le preocupaba a la gente se hicieron realidad. Se aproximaba una guerra. Ya se aproximaba la fecha dictada.&lt;br /&gt;     Por un largo tiempo pensé en que medidas debía tomar frente a esta situación. Luego de reflexionar mi situación y la del todo el país, decidí irme sin decir nada, por temor a que las lagrimas de una despedida hicieran que se nublaran mis decisiones. Mi única despedida fue la carta que deje esa tarde en la mesa del comedor. En la que decía: ... tal vez en estos momentos no entiendas mis sentimientos y no quieras entender que solo lo hago por cuidarlas, pero se que cuando vuelva a tu lado sabrá la verdad de lo que sentí en el momento que mis manos se despegaron de las tuyas para hacer de una parte de mi vida, un escudo para cuidarlas y resguardarla...&lt;br /&gt;     Incansables noches de dolor, sufrimiento, angustia, en las que perdía toda cordura frente a una fecha que jamás llegaba. A lo largo del tiempo de entrenamiento conocí gente que en sus ojos guardaban sentimientos de desesperación, arrepentimiento y miedo. Por un tiempo supe suprimir todo sentimiento. El vació que sentía mi alma me impedía ver los sentimientos que se reflejaban en los ojos de alguien que por desesperación y miedo a una muerte tras un abandono, había olvidado el porque de sus acciones.&lt;br /&gt;    Finalmente llega el momento al que todos le temíamos. Tras las ordenes de un superior al mando del pelotón todos corren a las posiciones acordadas y remplazan a los soldados que ya participaron de esta guerra. Desde un primer momento se lograban divisar los cuerpos de aquellos compañeros que cayeron muertos. Es difícil explicar lo que se siente cuando ve caer muerto a aquellas personas con las que compartiste un breve tiempo. A pesar de que el tiempo fue poco, jamás le desearía la muerte a alguien que pelea junto a mi. Mas sabiendo que él es padre al igual que yo. Ver su cuerpo que cae frente a tus ojos me hace pensar que seria si fuera yo quien terminara así.&lt;br /&gt;     Tras tiros y bombas todo se queda en silencio. Un frió sepulcral recorre el campo y nadie dice nada. Con temor y un sentimiento de odio, que recorría en mi mente, levanto la vista, solo para ver cuerpos mutilados de aquellos compañeros que al igual que yo fueron obligados a ser parte de una guerra que solo usa armas para llegar a la victoria. Una victoria que jamás le pertenecerá a aquellos que nos llevaron a levantar nuestras armas y nunca fueron capaces de mostrarse en el campo de batalla. Al ver y pensar en eso con mas bronca y empeño corro hacia donde se escondían la tropa enemiga y tras disparos y peleas alguien logran herirme en la pierna. Solo después de mis acciones supe darme cuenta de la bala que yacía en mi pierna, así quise buscar un lugar y esconderme para curarme y poder recordar las cosas que hasta hoy había vivido, talvez no fueron los mejores recuerdos y por ahí pude olvidarme de algunos otros momentos que ahora no me olvide. Pero, lo mas lindo de mi vida hoy se escribió al principio de este relato. No se si para cuando termine esta guerra yo siga vivo. Solo espero que quien sepa leer esto que hoy escribí entienda como me siento y sepa tomar una sabia decisión en su futuro. &lt;br /&gt;     Acá termino esto por el momento. Si finalizada esta guerra siguiera vivo te lo are saber. Ya que mereces estar al tanto de cómo fueron las cosas y así mismo como terminaron. Si dicho todo esto no pudiera continuar este relato solo quisiera dejar algo que se lo dedico a la mujer que amo y por la que estoy aquí, para asegurarme de que todo termine sin que a ella le pase nada.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-6993994949884189248?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/6993994949884189248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=6993994949884189248' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/6993994949884189248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sea1RUUn_qI/AAAAAAAAADg/xpY8S7nSIls/s1600-h/n1171809693_30330247_9873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sea1RUUn_qI/AAAAAAAAADg/xpY8S7nSIls/s320/n1171809693_30330247_9873.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325142918529810082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parece facil decir todo aquello que vivimos&lt;br /&gt;y aun mas facil pronunciar todo aquello que perdimos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero amor, asi lo quiso el destino,&lt;br /&gt;y asi se separan nuestros caminos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paresco un estupido romantico&lt;br /&gt;intentando recordar cosas del pasado,&lt;br /&gt;amores olvidados&lt;br /&gt;y cosas que ya eh perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y como creer lo que a sido&lt;br /&gt;si aun no eh comprendido&lt;br /&gt;cual fue la causa por la que te eh perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por Favor Volve A Mi Lado Amor Mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/5139180385710878930-7857691209766811541?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/7857691209766811541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=7857691209766811541' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7857691209766811541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SdVu65e6PLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Jli2gWTWf7E/s1600-h/296197_787486315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SdVu65e6PLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Jli2gWTWf7E/s320/296197_787486315.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320280492950043826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La suma de muchísimos ayeres forman mi pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasado se compone de recuerdos alegres, tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos están fotografiados y ahora son cartulinas donde me veo pequeño.&lt;br /&gt;Donde mis padres siguen siendo recién casados.&lt;br /&gt;Donde mi ciudad era otra.&lt;br /&gt;El día de ayer pudo haber sido hermoso, &lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo avanzar viendo hacia atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Corro el riesgo de no ver los rostros de los que marchan a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que el día de  mañana amanezca aun mas hermoso.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no puedo avanzar mirando hacia el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Corro el riesgo de no ver el paisaje que se abre a mi alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso prefiero el día de hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Se que es muy breve, &lt;br /&gt;Que no voy a poder pasar el día de hoy en limpio.&lt;br /&gt;Como tmp puedo planificar demasiado el día de mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Es un lugar que todavía no existe.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ayer fui.&lt;br /&gt;Porque mañana seré.&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoy soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te digo que te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te pido disculpa por mis errores,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te ayudo,&lt;br /&gt;Hoy comparto lo que tengo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me separo de ti sin guardarme ninguna palabra para mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ... porque hoy estoy vivo.. como tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SdVui1FxREI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pVTvbdpOo5U/s1600-h/20060622130730-angel-de-la-muerte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SdVui1FxREI/AAAAAAAAAC4/pVTvbdpOo5U/s320/20060622130730-angel-de-la-muerte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320280079453996098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos dueños de la eternidad,&lt;br /&gt;Incapaces de ver la inmortalidad.&lt;br /&gt;Somos solo personas&lt;br /&gt;Viviendo esta realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos mensajeros del deseos,&lt;br /&gt;Y de los sentimientos que anhelamos,&lt;br /&gt;De aquellos pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;Y de amores del pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos parte del presente,&lt;br /&gt;De una competencia sin precedentes,&lt;br /&gt;Donde la gente muere &lt;br /&gt;Y se mata constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SQPBH-2dWwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/9bqshiFgBCw/s320/33.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta vida poco a poco se nos acaba…&lt;br /&gt;Y se desase en el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Que agoniza en el punto limite del cielo y en infierno.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras nosotros nos estamos arruinando a nosotros mismos,&lt;br /&gt;Y no nos damos cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;No hay un porque y menos razones que justifiquen estos desafíos de la vida…&lt;br /&gt;Solo nosotros podemos cambiar el sentido de nuestro mundo…&lt;br /&gt;Pero uno solo que puede hacer por la vida de todos ??&lt;br /&gt;Si aun que uno hable&lt;br /&gt;Solo son palabras&lt;br /&gt;Y las pocas personas que escuchen lo entenderán&lt;br /&gt;Pero vivimos en una sociedad de sueños perdidos,&lt;br /&gt;Esto ya no es posible…&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que mis palabras nunca van hacer escuchadas y por eso escribo,&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente la persona que lo lean pensara que lo que escribo es triste o deprimente&lt;br /&gt;Pero es mi realidad o nuestra realidad&lt;br /&gt;Porque aunque no queramos aceptarlo no existe nadie que nos pueda ayudar a estas altura&lt;br /&gt;Y lo único que queda es rezar a un dios inexistente…&lt;br /&gt;Es duro y doloroso aceptar que Dios ya no existe,&lt;br /&gt;Y mucho más cuando todos pensamos que existe el infierno,&lt;br /&gt;Pero nos equivocamos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque el infierno es este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Y si no me crees porque no pensamos un poco,&lt;br /&gt;Vivos rodeados de cuerpos muertos y agonizantes…&lt;br /&gt;Mucha gente muere por enfermedades, descuidos, asesinatos o en el más raro de los casos por amor…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Nos cambia por completo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1160301346463586846?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1160301346463586846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1160301346463586846' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1160301346463586846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/1160301346463586846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNR4bxrF8NI/AAAAAAAAACA/AlI1-HFd8mg/s1600-h/20061118211338-251006mcnb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247951884379353298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNR4bxrF8NI/AAAAAAAAACA/AlI1-HFd8mg/s320/20061118211338-251006mcnb4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNR39tLL2YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cs9yrprxLx0/s1600-h/x1pc_jqddVOWRkE72-WC6uUZRsMfzEFukd1WbWtXz1mpRop3XWzwVjdeRnddqDrStQG-hbmq7piyLYB4xzY2jIQ-M8SLP3lzaPP-jKhhPYZ2qx5IxTq8yhwO6dNBVQMU-7n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No busque mentirte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No busque engañarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No busque traicionarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ni mucho menos fallarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Era una amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A la que quería&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;AyudabaY respetaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jamás estuvo en mi intención besarla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Acariciarla o cobijarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Jamás estuvo en mi intención amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y mucho menos celarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pero hoy veras como se presentan los hechos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ella 100pre me ayudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y yo le ofrecí mi techo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para resguardarla de esta oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que muestra la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De una traición lejana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y que hoy sin darnos cuenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Golpea en nuestra ventana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5139180385710878930-412503505591584612?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/412503505591584612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=412503505591584612' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/412503505591584612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/412503505591584612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-busque-mentirte-no-busque-engaarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNR4bxrF8NI/AAAAAAAAACA/AlI1-HFd8mg/s72-c/20061118211338-251006mcnb4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-1315407439706675155</id><published>2008-09-19T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T20:18:19.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>relatos ignorantes</title><content type='html'>Un hombre, &lt;br /&gt;Dos mujeres,&lt;br /&gt;Convirtiendo del amor solo un cuento mas. &lt;br /&gt;Relato de victorias para los ignorantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusiones de sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces nos obliga a recurrir a la violencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste muerte de aquellas dos mujeres,&lt;br /&gt;Y atrás un suicidio inesperado.&lt;br /&gt;Cierra las puertas de una habitación jamás abierta.&lt;br /&gt;Encadena aquel libro que en sus paginas relata una historia que nunca será leída.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-1315407439706675155?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/1315407439706675155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=1315407439706675155' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNMM-xOIxnI/AAAAAAAAABw/BmYAyvC9n9U/s1600-h/untitled+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247552263320815218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SNMM-xOIxnI/AAAAAAAAABw/BmYAyvC9n9U/s320/untitled+copia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Deseo en estos momentos derramar lagrimas x aquello que una vez tuve y que hoy veo tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;El amor de aquella mujer quien supo controlar mi corazón a su antojo,&lt;br /&gt;Llevándome a sentir la soledad.&lt;br /&gt;Dejándome solo en este mundo sin vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora solo me queda esperar,&lt;br /&gt;Con la misma paciencia que tuve antes de conocerla.&lt;br /&gt;Pero de que me serviría mentirme a mi mismo,&lt;br /&gt;Sabiendo que como ella no hay nadie mas.&lt;br /&gt;Solo espero alguna vez poder agradecerle todo el amor que me dio y que me hizo sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-5195608728645655393?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/5195608728645655393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=5195608728645655393' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5195608728645655393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/5195608728645655393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM8Qohh6vmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fu4EqZCn4n4/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jorbDo07CM1-BZlWwWtIS13t232w4wMqta7hSHPsWFuRSQQW5T6fcPmQBxj5AoeeScamhV4TaTHTPspZxVfrUmHXoESJx_NmpHc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246430379291360866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM8Qohh6vmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fu4EqZCn4n4/s320/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jorbDo07CM1-BZlWwWtIS13t232w4wMqta7hSHPsWFuRSQQW5T6fcPmQBxj5AoeeScamhV4TaTHTPspZxVfrUmHXoESJx_NmpHc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;La técnica de la carta de amor es definitiva para compartir y expresar toda la verdad con el fin de resolver un conflicto emocional tanto dentro de uno mismo como en sus relaciones. No es sólo un instrumento potente para la curación emocional, sino que a través de su práctica aprenderá más acerca de sus propios sentimientos y sobre lo que realmente significa la verdad.Una carta de amor no es algo que se deba pedir o exigir en una relación. Una carta de amor nace directo del corazón de uno. Es un medio por el cual uno confiesa todo lo que siente y desea decir.Pero una carta de amor no solo esta compuesta de sentimientos. Una carta de amor también es una confesión, tanto linda como fea. Una carta de amor también puede ser una despedida, y aunque no sea linda se la escribe con un mismo sentimiento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-4989513223559386875?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/4989513223559386875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=4989513223559386875' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4989513223559386875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/4989513223559386875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/tecnica-de-una-carta-de-amor.html' title='tecnica de una carta de amor'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM8Qohh6vmI/AAAAAAAAABo/fu4EqZCn4n4/s72-c/x1pAdjo0uCo2H18T2upn-SumDhY6mRH5KQg-w7Lc6bj2jorbDo07CM1-BZlWwWtIS13t232w4wMqta7hSHPsWFuRSQQW5T6fcPmQBxj5AoeeScamhV4TaTHTPspZxVfrUmHXoESJx_NmpHc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-3638420704918627006</id><published>2008-09-14T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:28:43.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flasas Ilusiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM07pCYDDrI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZph7TK0wYU/s1600-h/e_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245914717154905778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM07pCYDDrI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZph7TK0wYU/s320/e_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Son triste aquellos momentos en que no tengo tus manos junto a las mías.&lt;br /&gt;Son tristes todos aquellos recuerdos que construimos solo con palabras,&lt;br /&gt;Creando falsas ilusiones uno junto al otro,&lt;br /&gt;Solo pretendiendo armar lo que nunca íbamos a usar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo más triste es creer en un amor falso en todos sus sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;Sin encuentros y siempre tan lejos uno del otro-&lt;br /&gt;Creyendo que todo lo dicho solo son sueños de otras personas&lt;br /&gt;Y mentiras en nuestras bocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-3638420704918627006?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/3638420704918627006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=3638420704918627006' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3638420704918627006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/3638420704918627006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/flasas-ilusiones.html' title='flasas Ilusiones'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM07pCYDDrI/AAAAAAAAABg/EZph7TK0wYU/s72-c/e_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-434273619153332657</id><published>2008-09-14T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:18:13.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>solo junto a mi soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM05JXA9qAI/AAAAAAAAABY/qJyZoTCooj0/s1600-h/HombreLlorandoRojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245911973916157954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM05JXA9qAI/AAAAAAAAABY/qJyZoTCooj0/s320/HombreLlorandoRojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Una vez más&lt;br /&gt;Y como 100pre&lt;br /&gt;Espero tus besos y tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;Para poder sentirme vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta vez no se que me pasa,&lt;br /&gt;No puedo sentir tus manos junto a las mías como antes,&lt;br /&gt;No puedo sentir tus besos ni tus abrazos.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo verte tan lejos de mí,&lt;br /&gt;Y mis lágrimas vuelven a mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;Por aquella soledad que siento en mi corazón al tenerte tan lejos como antes…&lt;br /&gt;Me siento preso devuelta, de aquella oscuridad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-434273619153332657?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/434273619153332657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=434273619153332657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/434273619153332657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/434273619153332657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/solo-junto-mi-soledad.html' title='solo junto a mi soledad'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SM05JXA9qAI/AAAAAAAAABY/qJyZoTCooj0/s72-c/HombreLlorandoRojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-7355193466015317359</id><published>2008-09-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:16:48.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>una sentencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMxznYY3hpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fHF02ENbSjQ/s1600-h/16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245694786378630802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMxznYY3hpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fHF02ENbSjQ/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He hecho,&lt;br /&gt;He sentido,&lt;br /&gt;He abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;He entregado&lt;br /&gt;He incluso e perdido tantas cosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero si hay algo que nunca pude hacer fue el dormir junto a vos,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pude sentir tus caricias,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pude entregarte todo aquel amor que siento x vos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tuve la oportunidad de abandonar todo lo demás x entregarme completamente a vos&lt;br /&gt;Pero si hay algo que si pude hacer, fue perderte por mis caprichos de amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-7355193466015317359?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/7355193466015317359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=7355193466015317359' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7355193466015317359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/7355193466015317359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/una-sentencia.html' title='una sentencia'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMxznYY3hpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/fHF02ENbSjQ/s72-c/16.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-440694726485250440</id><published>2008-09-12T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:44:18.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comenzar una vez mas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMs20REw0HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o_LVI5ZxplM/s1600-h/seduccion.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245346462567551090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMs20REw0HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o_LVI5ZxplM/s320/seduccion.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Condenados a un nuevo comienzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No un comienzo simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;No un comienzo obligado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Solo por nuestra fuerza de voluntad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que nos obliga a caer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Y ser capaces de ver la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que vuestra oscuridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Solo ocultaUn sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De sufrimiento y angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que presenta ante nuestros ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Solo un deshojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De penas y dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que ante ese amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoy solo muere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mostrándoles el final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De un corazón ardiente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-440694726485250440?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/440694726485250440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=440694726485250440' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/440694726485250440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/440694726485250440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/comenzar-una-vez-mas.html' title='Comenzar una vez mas'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMs20REw0HI/AAAAAAAAAA4/o_LVI5ZxplM/s72-c/seduccion.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139180385710878930.post-916664310546784131</id><published>2008-09-12T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:18:08.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amores Pasados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMswxH8oERI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vw6ujOra2QY/s1600-h/Solitario003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245339811508130066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMswxH8oERI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vw6ujOra2QY/s320/Solitario003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMswOmEjQVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lS_wxqqe6pQ/s1600-h/untitled+copia.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy el mar refleja en sus aguas&lt;br /&gt;El más claro de los pensamientos.&lt;br /&gt;Y tras dejar correr mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Logro diferenciar tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;De una triste despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Y vuelven a mi mente esos recuerdos que viví a tu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Todos aquellos lindos momentos que pasamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Y que hoy mi mente recuerda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez el hecho de que esta vida nos separara fue un error.&lt;br /&gt;En nuestros rostros nunca se vio correr lágrimas si estábamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca existió reto de la vida que no superáramos juntos&lt;br /&gt;No había nada que nos ganara al amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego llego esa maldita enfermedad&lt;br /&gt;A la que no supiste vencer&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo yo sin nada que pueda hacer&lt;br /&gt;Te intente ayudar&lt;br /&gt;Pero al final&lt;br /&gt;La muerte fue la única que supo vengar&lt;br /&gt;A los retos de la vida que supimos afrontar.&lt;br /&gt;Y arrancándote de mi lado&lt;br /&gt;Hoy crea esta lagrimas que derramo sobre un mar de sueños&lt;br /&gt;Que solo grita tu nombre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5139180385710878930-916664310546784131?l=poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/feeds/916664310546784131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5139180385710878930&amp;postID=916664310546784131' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/916664310546784131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5139180385710878930/posts/default/916664310546784131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesia-psicopata.blogspot.com/2008/09/amores-pasados.html' title='Amores Pasados'/><author><name>Marcos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02569953058967329877</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/Sqh6DAHweRI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Gs3cm_crxKo/S220/Photo-0183.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cKJXHxxi0Aw/SMswxH8oERI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vw6ujOra2QY/s72-c/Solitario003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
