<?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-2984523092406161232</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:50:50.693-08:00</updated><category term='Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Blackbird</title><subtitle type='html'>Contenido subconsciente volcado en mis humildes palabras.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-7475207479898027097</id><published>2009-02-16T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:18:15.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allá</title><content type='html'>A donde voy estoy yo sólo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentado tranquilo pensando sólo en mi, el mundo es cosa a parte.&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas de hoy están jodidas...&lt;br /&gt;Pero vos te jodés peor si las pensás.&lt;br /&gt;Todo me parece tan común.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero llega ese toque,&lt;br /&gt;Que sentís sin llegar siquiera a saber..&lt;br /&gt;"Ahí está loco, rescatate" te dice.&lt;br /&gt;Vos colgás y yo salgo a caminar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando sólo sin rumbo, me tiro en el pasto.&lt;br /&gt;Doy vuelta la cabeza, escucho un "Qué se yo" y vos aparecés.&lt;br /&gt;Volvimos decís, "¿cómo volvimos?" Qué pasó?&lt;br /&gt;No estás escuchando, parece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-7475207479898027097?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/7475207479898027097/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=7475207479898027097' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/7475207479898027097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/7475207479898027097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2009/02/alla.html' title='Allá'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-8283879260653713023</id><published>2009-02-16T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T17:11:20.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Temprano</title><content type='html'>Desperté y el aire estaba atado, atado de un aroma especial...&lt;br /&gt;Salí, como siempre, tomé el colectivo y solo cerré los ojos, bajé en un campo lleno de pasto mientras veía correr agua, encendí un cigarrillo y sólo pensé en ese momento, solos tu y yo, el momento ideal.&lt;br /&gt;En esas nubes dibujaba tu rostro, el rostro ideal..Volaba como en un sueño, lleno de inspiración y todo fue perfecto. Llegaste tu y con tus flashes me invitaste a tomar un colectivo al espacio sin boleto de vuelta. "No puedo, no sirvo para volar. Yo voy mejor con la realidad".&lt;br /&gt;Lástima, dijiste...&lt;br /&gt;Lástima vos. Dije.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-8283879260653713023?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/8283879260653713023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=8283879260653713023' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/8283879260653713023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/8283879260653713023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2009/02/temprano.html' title='Temprano'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-2377619161569918968</id><published>2009-01-16T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:59:50.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando</title><content type='html'>Sentado junto al fuego, pensando.&lt;br /&gt;Chispasos de luz incandescente atraviesan el universo, una voz que me llama a colgar.&lt;br /&gt;Murmuran a lo lejos, los serros y senderos.&lt;br /&gt;Caminos del alba en una tarde olvidada y mañanas audaces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-2377619161569918968?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/2377619161569918968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=2377619161569918968' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/2377619161569918968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/2377619161569918968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2009/01/esperando.html' title='Esperando'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-6587865285709374112</id><published>2008-11-03T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T14:19:16.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños Perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo soñé con vos, cruzando campos y mares. Dias hermosos llenos de felicidad, la armonía de los pájaros, lejos de la ciudad. Me abrazabas, tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perfume&lt;/span&gt; de mujer me atrapaba. Ese aroma único, inigualable. Cuando al fin pude descubrir, que era tú corazón, que ese olor angelical, me hacía sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego me olvidaste, tu corazón se volvió roca y ya nada pude hacer, muerto, muerdo en vida quedé. Ya nada te importaba, mi corazón ya no cantaba, el perfume perdió. Maldito, maldito el día en que vi esos ojos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;verdes&lt;/span&gt;, llamándome a la &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;perdición&lt;/span&gt;, todo gris, todo gris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-6587865285709374112?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/6587865285709374112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=6587865285709374112' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6587865285709374112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6587865285709374112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/11/sueos-perdidos.html' title='Sueños Perdidos'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-1067843128063205665</id><published>2008-10-29T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T12:50:16.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olvido</title><content type='html'>Aunque tu ya no observes, tus &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ojos&lt;/span&gt; desatentos reflejan olvido, tu interés desvanecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yo&lt;/span&gt;, buscando comprenderte me pierdo en mí mismo, ya no te interesa, nada me interesa.&lt;br /&gt;Da lo mismo. Una vida contigo, o vivir en el &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;olvido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Esperaría mil años, pero me doy cuenta que el sin sentido es palabra mayor, y me da por no importarme. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Subo&lt;/span&gt;, caigo, fumando sin parar hasta poder siquiera verte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-1067843128063205665?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/1067843128063205665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=1067843128063205665' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1067843128063205665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1067843128063205665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/10/olvido.html' title='Olvido'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-1637891293888753821</id><published>2008-10-22T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:12:39.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día de la vida.</title><content type='html'>Viendo pasar la vida, el tiempo, amigos nuevos, historias, problemas de familia. Todo nos remonta a un pequeño tormento universal.&lt;br /&gt;Esa absurda paranoia que nos carcome, poco a poco, sentimos que morimos. Pero siempre hay un soporte, algo que nos levanta, nos hace más fuerte para seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Abrumados por los problemas que enfrentamos en la vida, decidimos irnos, lejos muy lejos. No sé pues, si será bueno. Pero siempre ayuda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentado en el colectivo, recostado mirando el techo, todo parece volverse diferente.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre está nuestro propio mundo, solo es cuestión de verlo, soñarlo, montarlo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todo parece perdido, hay un flash de luz, que se hace desear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-1637891293888753821?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/1637891293888753821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=1637891293888753821' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1637891293888753821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1637891293888753821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/10/un-da-de-la-vida.html' title='Un día de la vida.'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-3088362716980019442</id><published>2008-10-21T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:17:45.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucesos</title><content type='html'>Esos sentimientos, que me atrapan, me llevan, me sacan. Salgo a caminar, mientras cruzo  tranquilo la calle imagino todo al revés, árboles floridos llenos de vida, creando un cielo absoluto.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente se va, todo se va, no sé que hacer, dónde ir, es entonces cuando creo que todo está perdido, y mi corazón remite ilusiones. A través de tí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-3088362716980019442?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/3088362716980019442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=3088362716980019442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3088362716980019442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3088362716980019442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/10/sucesos.html' title='Sucesos'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-3290056469089361633</id><published>2008-08-04T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T15:16:23.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En qué pienso cuando pienso, si sólo sé que no estás junto a mí.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, qué haré &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sin tu amor&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Qué haré sin tu sonrisa, marcandome algo porqué vivir, razón de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Pará, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Te Amo&lt;/span&gt;, quiero ser tu vida y tu la mía. Pero no.&lt;br /&gt;Encuentrame en algún lugar, me dijo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú eres mi sol, mi vida, mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sólo tú, harías que falte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Absurda&lt;/span&gt; ironía, pensarás.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sé que en el fondó, sedera tu &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas que fluyen, mar de ilusiones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-3290056469089361633?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/3290056469089361633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=3290056469089361633' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3290056469089361633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3290056469089361633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/08/en-qu-pienso-cuando-pienso-si-slo-s-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-1193208441354262853</id><published>2008-07-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:46:52.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mañana de Abril</title><content type='html'>Viendote &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creí que llegué al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Pero, si sólo eras tú&lt;br /&gt;No había nadie más&lt;br /&gt;Exacto, no había &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;nadi&lt;/span&gt;e más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Iluminando el camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Creyendo en mí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginando felicidad&lt;br /&gt;Siempre te amé&lt;br /&gt;Y siempre lo haré&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no estés&lt;br /&gt;Aunque los &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lobos&lt;/span&gt; de mi ser nos maten a los dos&lt;br /&gt;Tu serás mi vida, hoy&lt;br /&gt;Mañana, y cada vez que salga el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Conmigo&lt;/span&gt; está tu voz&lt;br /&gt;Infinita y angelical&lt;br /&gt;Abriendo paso a los problemas de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;Amor, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;no sé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-1193208441354262853?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/1193208441354262853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=1193208441354262853' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1193208441354262853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1193208441354262853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/maana-de-abril.html' title='Mañana de Abril'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-1321381090425259592</id><published>2008-07-16T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:59:55.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noche de invierno</title><content type='html'>Hoy escribo un monólogo indiferente, creado por mi razón de pensar acerca de lo que acontece. Yo, que sigo mis ideas, viajes inconscientes a un cielo infinito, descubriendo sentimientos nuevos, travesía envuelta por imaginación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando pienso en la realidad, que quizás solo sea una imaginación muy fuerte, en fin, el espejo que la cubre es muy grande. Y volví a una absurda imágen representada en un inconsciente colectivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas veces creemos en todo, muchas en nada. Pero siempre, luchamos por lo que creemos, o no?&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el fin de los tiempos, buscaremos respuestas, respuestas que tal vez, sería mejor dejar volar en nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y este frío maldito, que no permite pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-1321381090425259592?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/1321381090425259592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=1321381090425259592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1321381090425259592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/1321381090425259592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/noche-de-invierno.html' title='Noche de invierno'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-6823483445380832685</id><published>2008-07-16T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T18:39:00.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un día bajo el infinito</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SH6imXDvz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hYDH2h5ZIhs/s1600-h/un+d%C3%ADa+mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SH6imXDvz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hYDH2h5ZIhs/s320/un+d%C3%ADa+mas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223791397704814482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-6823483445380832685?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/6823483445380832685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=6823483445380832685' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6823483445380832685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6823483445380832685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-da-bajo-el-infinito.html' title='Un día bajo el infinito'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SH6imXDvz5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/hYDH2h5ZIhs/s72-c/un+d%C3%ADa+mas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-4934701673969017295</id><published>2008-07-15T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:31:42.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Un texto anónimo</title><content type='html'>En tiempos donde todo es cualquiera, nos damos cuenta que vivimos en soledad, aferrados a cualquier onda que se proponga, la gente se ve a sí misma, dandose cuenta que no vale nada, pero así mismo siguen sus vidas acomodados, dejando todo pasar. En nuestro, el país de "siempre faltan cinco para el peso". Vemos nuestros errores, pero eso no nos preocupa. Y entonces, qué?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-4934701673969017295?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/4934701673969017295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=4934701673969017295' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/4934701673969017295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/4934701673969017295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-texto-annimo.html' title='Un texto anónimo'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-3145694679497544050</id><published>2008-07-15T16:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T17:19:02.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Olvido</title><content type='html'>Vagando en mi inconsciente, me di cuenta de tantas cosas, por las que lucho cada día. En algunas te encuentras tú, mi preciado tesoro, mi razón de ser. Cuando descubro que  nuestra realidad es creada por nosotros, me pregunto: ¿Por qué todo es así? Si nosotros podemos cambiarlo. Metáfora de vida, sentimiento, no sé.&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta mirar las aves cantar, sintiendo que el mundo me espera, esperando el olvido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-3145694679497544050?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/3145694679497544050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=3145694679497544050' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3145694679497544050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/3145694679497544050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/olvido.html' title='Olvido'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-5391282408730885437</id><published>2008-07-07T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:37:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calle de Ilusiones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHKMbGkk-uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WTSvp3k7T_k/s1600-h/penny_lane_350x350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHKMbGkk-uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WTSvp3k7T_k/s320/penny_lane_350x350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220389315324213986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-5391282408730885437?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/5391282408730885437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=5391282408730885437' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/5391282408730885437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/5391282408730885437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/calle-de-ilusiones.html' title='Calle de Ilusiones'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHKMbGkk-uI/AAAAAAAAAAU/WTSvp3k7T_k/s72-c/penny_lane_350x350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-4443933516643498483</id><published>2008-07-07T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T14:33:26.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En tiempos donde todos estamos solos, la maldita ciudad se torna gris, o ese gris es nuestro corazón?&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es nuestra prisión, creada por nosotros mismos. Ser libre es facil, solo hay que sentirlo.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me miras, siento que mi mundo gira, como si girara siempre, pero todo se detiene. Y tu sigues girando. Te Amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-4443933516643498483?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/4443933516643498483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=4443933516643498483' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/4443933516643498483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/4443933516643498483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/en-tiempos-donde-todos-estamos-solos-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-7413760682448676346</id><published>2008-07-06T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T12:34:36.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Ciudad de la Furia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHEeNSqgPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0ULe66odMI/s1600-h/ciudad+de+la+furia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHEeNSqgPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0ULe66odMI/s320/ciudad+de+la+furia.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219986656796359714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-7413760682448676346?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/7413760682448676346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=7413760682448676346' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/7413760682448676346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/7413760682448676346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-ciudad-de-la-furia.html' title='La Ciudad de la Furia'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/SHEeNSqgPCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0ULe66odMI/s72-c/ciudad+de+la+furia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984523092406161232.post-6386928363230551903</id><published>2008-07-06T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T10:44:04.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamientos'/><title type='text'>Inconsciente Colectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Siempre te veo, ahí parada esperando la lluvia. La verdad es que no sé que pensar, si vienes o si vas. En una gota te vi, estabas tú, mi vida, mi sol. Y cuando veo a través del tragaluz imagino, que sería de mí sin vos, qué sería de vos sin mí.&lt;br /&gt;En un Inconsciente colectivo te imagine, jugando en un arco iris infinito de ilusiones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2984523092406161232-6386928363230551903?l=fue-amor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/feeds/6386928363230551903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2984523092406161232&amp;postID=6386928363230551903' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6386928363230551903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2984523092406161232/posts/default/6386928363230551903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fue-amor.blogspot.com/2008/07/inconsciente-colectivo.html' title='Inconsciente Colectivo'/><author><name>Alejandro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10769064024174093880</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UkJ7xbE2aVg/TRlHcDk_jmI/AAAAAAAAACI/f0DsSRYMQwU/S220/34715_1644330231076_1321485853_31759157_1095029_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
