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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-1397121914198993074</id><published>2008-05-29T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:00:50.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL LUZERO MAS BONITO DEL CIELO</title><content type='html'>con el calor del sol se&lt;br /&gt;mueven los girasoles &lt;br /&gt;con la frescura de la luna &lt;br /&gt;los jazmines se perfuman&lt;br /&gt;y cuando el sol y la luna &lt;br /&gt;contigo se cruzan el cielo&lt;br /&gt;se embruja al ver pasar el&lt;br /&gt;lucero mas bonito que esiste&lt;br /&gt;en la eternidad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-1397121914198993074?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-985926875337783451</id><published>2008-05-29T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:47:02.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TÍ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Si supiera que en el cielo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo té podría en contrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abriría las vetanas  para&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volar hacia el y poderte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abrazar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-985926875337783451?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/985926875337783451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=985926875337783451' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/985926875337783451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/985926875337783451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-t.html' title='PARA TÍ'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4941709756703484985</id><published>2008-05-18T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T08:20:37.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI CAJITA</title><content type='html'>Hay un rincon en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Domde nadie puede entra&lt;br /&gt;Donde tengo mis recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Donde lloro con dolor&lt;br /&gt;En esas cajita de fantasia&lt;br /&gt;junto ha mil ternuras&lt;br /&gt;Guardo las chispitas de tus ojos claros&lt;br /&gt;Guardo diez suspiros&lt;br /&gt;Guardo tus tres caricias&lt;br /&gt;Guardo tus ilusiones esa cajita&lt;br /&gt;esta en mi corazón y nada mas&lt;br /&gt;la puedo abril yo&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;                   TÚ MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CAJITA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-5751686757244642485</id><published>2008-05-17T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:48:22.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO LA CERA</title><content type='html'>Mi corazón palpita va de alegría cuando osveía&lt;br /&gt;y hemoción pero un mal dito dia un ser malo&lt;br /&gt;encedio una chispa y como si fuera de cera&lt;br /&gt;de dolor se consumio y me cuetas pero lo&lt;br /&gt;intentare que se apage antes de tiempo para&lt;br /&gt;sarvarlo de este dolor a unque este fuego no&lt;br /&gt;se apagara nunca pero no tengo que orvidar&lt;br /&gt;que este corazón es de dos&lt;br /&gt;mis   hijas&lt;div 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CERA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4519894571867282233</id><published>2008-05-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:33:14.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4519894571867282233?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4519894571867282233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4519894571867282233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4519894571867282233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4519894571867282233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-598372582756070411</id><published>2008-05-17T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:31:57.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI TORNADO</title><content type='html'>ha si eras tú como un tornado&lt;br /&gt;que por donde pasabas dejabas&lt;br /&gt;un gran regalo tú huella era tú&lt;br /&gt;sonrisa, y simpatía , esa forma&lt;br /&gt;de ser que tenias ,&lt;br /&gt;pero un tornado tan diferente&lt;br /&gt;paso y te llevo y nos dejo con&lt;br /&gt;el corazón destrozado sin tú&lt;br /&gt;presencia asta la tierra lo ha&lt;br /&gt;notado porque se ha llevado&lt;br /&gt;el tornado mas querido que&lt;br /&gt;teníamos&lt;br /&gt;                  TÚ MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-598372582756070411?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/598372582756070411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=598372582756070411' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/598372582756070411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/598372582756070411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-tornado.html' title='MI TORNADO'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4095336293718200549</id><published>2008-05-14T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:42:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL SILENCIO</title><content type='html'>cuando mi voz calle&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos se cerraran&lt;br /&gt;porque ya llega mi&lt;br /&gt;hora para el viaje al&lt;br /&gt;mas allá yo té buscare&lt;br /&gt;y té en contrare y juntas&lt;br /&gt;las dos reiremos&lt;br /&gt;otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       TU MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4095336293718200549?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4095336293718200549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4095336293718200549' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4095336293718200549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4095336293718200549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/el-silencio.html' title='EL SILENCIO'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6473040017337915908</id><published>2008-05-14T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:26:42.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUE DIOS,,,,,,,</title><content type='html'>como puede ser que tan linda belleza&lt;br /&gt;no pueda estar con sus seres queridos&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo tú que estábamos muy unidos&lt;br /&gt;tú te la llevaste sin mi permiso por eso&lt;br /&gt;desde ese momento té eche de mi&lt;br /&gt;corazón y té maldigo&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                              SU MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-6473040017337915908?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/6473040017337915908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=6473040017337915908' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6473040017337915908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6473040017337915908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-dios.html' title='QUE DIOS,,,,,,,'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4756579405440078383</id><published>2008-05-14T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:22.018-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CANTA ME UNA CANCIÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/SCtw8h96ycI/AAAAAAAAAdI/O5UYNqNzsCo/s1600-h/FIESTA++DE++ANA+272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200374379941906882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/SCtw8h96ycI/AAAAAAAAAdI/O5UYNqNzsCo/s200/FIESTA++DE++ANA+272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; canta me una canción para que cuando duerma me&lt;br /&gt;llegue al corazón y entre sueños y lágrimas  al oírla en contrare un poco de calma&lt;br /&gt;yo sabré que eres tú porque notare tú presencia porque sera tú alma que estará&lt;br /&gt;en los pies de mi cama no té podre ver ni tocar pero si podre oír decir esta canción&lt;br /&gt;es para ti mama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4756579405440078383?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4756579405440078383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4756579405440078383' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4756579405440078383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4756579405440078383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/canta-me-una-cancin.html' title='CANTA ME UNA CANCIÓN'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/SCtw8h96ycI/AAAAAAAAAdI/O5UYNqNzsCo/s72-c/FIESTA++DE++ANA+272.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7797227760720063536</id><published>2008-05-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T16:02:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIS LAGRIMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;si las lágrimas pudieran habla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;harían como la lluvia que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unidas con los ríos van ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;parar al mar y té podrían&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;contar que triste es mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;desde que tú no estas son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tantas mis lágrimas que no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me dejan ver la realidad y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; meda miedo mirar hacia tras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque yo sigo mirando hacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la puesta de casa para verte llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7797227760720063536?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7797227760720063536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7797227760720063536' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7797227760720063536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7797227760720063536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/05/mis-lagrimas.html' title='MIS LAGRIMAS'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6119600913830707912</id><published>2008-04-24T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:23:16.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA TÍ</title><content type='html'>los suspiros son aire y con el viento se van&lt;br /&gt;las lágrimas son agua y hacia el mar se van&lt;br /&gt;las caricias de mi hija di me DIOS donde están&lt;br /&gt;la llamastes a tú lado sin importarte si yo&lt;br /&gt;la bolvere ha encontrar el cielo es muy grande&lt;br /&gt;pero ya te encontrara tu&lt;br /&gt;                                            MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-6119600913830707912?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/6119600913830707912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=6119600913830707912' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6119600913830707912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6119600913830707912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-t.html' title='PARA TÍ'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-8446020713333997934</id><published>2008-04-24T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:12:02.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL ORVIDO</title><content type='html'>como puede ser que DIOS creara al hombre y la mujer&lt;br /&gt;y tan bien unas tablas escritas por el con lo que no se tenia&lt;br /&gt;que hacer eran sus mandamientos que fueron 10 pero se&lt;br /&gt;óvido del más importante el que nunca unos hij@ se&lt;br /&gt;marcharan astes que unos padres&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-8446020713333997934?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/8446020713333997934/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7636908627024855688</id><published>2008-04-24T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:17:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA FAROLA</title><content type='html'>Hola hija una triste farola es la que me ha compaña en las noche tan largas&lt;br /&gt;esa luz que entra tras la ventana es como un poco de esperanza y con un&lt;br /&gt;poco de imajinación es como me trabaja la mente que en cualquier cosa&lt;br /&gt;que yo quiera puedo verte tras esa luz de esperanza espero que ha aparesca&lt;br /&gt;un hada de cara dulce y alegre mirada que lindo seria si pasara tras la ventana&lt;br /&gt;pera poder estar con tú madre y hermana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7636908627024855688?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4624134200756479455</id><published>2008-04-10T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:13:02.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLA MADRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANA&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;muchos días sin escribirte pero ni un instante sin olvidarte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque te llevo dentro de mi como si fuera otra vez ha tenerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;están estraño lo que siento y a la vez tan doloroso que arzó los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;brazos hacia el cielo para que tu los puedas cojer y al rozar tus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manos me puedas decir HOLA MADRE cuando vas ha venir si&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mi hija contigo quisiera estar para poder seguir riendo y poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ser mas feliz pero un monstruo lo quiso así que yo viviera sin ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;       TU MADRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4624134200756479455?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4624134200756479455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4624134200756479455' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4624134200756479455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4624134200756479455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/hola-madre.html' title='HOLA MADRE'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7166088517755312275</id><published>2008-04-10T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:59:40.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA SEMILLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Una semilla encontré y en el jardín plante en memoria a ti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin darme cuenta empezo ha florecer y se combiltio en&lt;br /&gt;una linda flor con un encanto muy especial que al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;se abría con elegancia ,ala tardecer se notaba su fragancia&lt;br /&gt;y ala anochecer se dejaba querer pero una noche se dejo&lt;br /&gt;cortar y se marchito para irse para otro lugar donde yo&lt;br /&gt;no la puedo cuidar&lt;br /&gt;                                         TU MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7166088517755312275?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7166088517755312275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7166088517755312275' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7166088517755312275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7166088517755312275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-semilla.html' title='LA SEMILLA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4731251697038433628</id><published>2008-04-10T07:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T07:42:43.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNA CARTA PARA MI HIJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANA hija es tanto el odio que llevo dentro que toda mi vida te estaré escribiendo no se asta cuando pero todo esto lo llevaré en mi corazón y lo guardare en un cajón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; veo la ca rita de tu hermana y siempre disimulando para que yo no la vea el dolor que esta pasando lo mismo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANTONIO que cuando te nonbramos se le llenan de lágrimas los ojos y  bajando la cabeza para que yo no lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vea he vitando los dos para que yo no sufra más lo mismo que tú me solías hacer cuando tenias algún problema pero yo tu madre te lo notaba ensegida  todo ,esto para mi es como o un consuelo escribirte pero sin correo para llevártelo yo el día que nos encontremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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HIJA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-3721817821541387325</id><published>2008-04-10T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T02:26:57.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA NOCHE</title><content type='html'>Hola cariño una noche más como tantas sin dormir ya son tantas que se junta el día con la noche&lt;br /&gt;es como si tuviera miedo a dormir para no dejar de pensar en ti el pensamiento es tan libre y como tanto espacio es como si fuera una gran película desde tu nacimiento hasta tu partida se me pasan las noches repitiéndolo para no olvidarme de ningún momento y durante el día es diferente porque espero verte entrar por la puerta y así paso las horas y horas y no vienes es como si no supiera vivir el día ni descansar la noche te lloro hasta cuando puedo cerrar los ojos en algunos momentos&lt;br /&gt;si el corazón se pudiera abrir verían que el mío no quiere vivir sin ti&lt;br /&gt;                                                          &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        TU MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-3721817821541387325?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/3721817821541387325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=3721817821541387325' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DIÓS&lt;/span&gt;    creara&lt;br /&gt;al hombre y a la mujer el entregó unas&lt;br /&gt;tablas que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;según&lt;/span&gt; el es lo que se tiene&lt;br /&gt;que hacer cumplir con sus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mandamientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que son diez pero se olvidó de poner&lt;br /&gt;el más importante el once que es el&lt;br /&gt;que es antinatural que unos padres&lt;br /&gt;vean a su hija enterrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-1590519836072342670?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/1590519836072342670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-712337818808936988</id><published>2008-04-10T01:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:59:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-712337818808936988?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/712337818808936988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=712337818808936988' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/712337818808936988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/712337818808936988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-5852597084520529170</id><published>2008-04-10T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:58:50.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA LUNA</title><content type='html'>Me he hecho amiga de la luna para con&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tarle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mis locuras ya que es ella la que me&lt;br /&gt;acompaña cuando estoy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;oscuras&lt;/span&gt; miro&lt;br /&gt;al cielo y le pregunto si te ha visto pasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ya que&lt;/span&gt; alrededor de ella las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;vienen y van mi hija es la que más&lt;br /&gt;brilla me lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dice &lt;/span&gt;el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;corazón porque&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;estrella más  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bonita&lt;/span&gt; del  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;firmamento&lt;/span&gt; la&lt;br /&gt;tuve yo&lt;br /&gt;                             TU MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-5852597084520529170?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/5852597084520529170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=5852597084520529170' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5852597084520529170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5852597084520529170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-luna.html' title='LA LUNA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7191680200131145359</id><published>2008-04-10T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T01:44:03.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA HORA</title><content type='html'>Hola cariño una hora más o una menos&lt;br /&gt;que mas me da si no te tengo que las&lt;br /&gt;agujas del &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reloj&lt;/span&gt; se paren que los relojes&lt;br /&gt;de sol se quemen que los de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cucú&lt;/span&gt; se&lt;br /&gt;callen porque no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;habrá&lt;/span&gt; un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;minuto&lt;/span&gt; en&lt;br /&gt;ninguno que quite el dolor que tiene tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7191680200131145359?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7191680200131145359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7191680200131145359' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7191680200131145359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7191680200131145359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-hora.html' title='LA HORA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-2741647921953664620</id><published>2008-04-03T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:27:59.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA NOCHE</title><content type='html'>Que silencio tiene la noche que&lt;br /&gt;tras los cristales suena la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;son los ANGELES que lloran&lt;br /&gt;de alegría porque como tú no&lt;br /&gt;tienen ninguna te quitaron la&lt;br /&gt;vida me quitaron tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;pero ellos saben que sigues&lt;br /&gt;siendo mi princesa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-2741647921953664620?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/2741647921953664620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=2741647921953664620' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2741647921953664620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2741647921953664620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-noche.html' title='LA NOCHE'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6326595245941561656</id><published>2008-04-03T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:20:06.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNA ROSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;un ramo de rosas compré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;y una de ellas guardé entre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;las hojas de un libro que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;encontré la rosa se secará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;pero como las letras de él &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca se caerán se podrá abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;se leerá y cerrará sin cerrojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ni llaves porque es el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;de tu madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4607170889594371107-6326595245941561656?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6282050031295322709</id><published>2008-04-03T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T02:22:31.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LO QUE ME QUITASTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;puede&lt;/span&gt; ser que tan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;belleza&lt;/span&gt; tú la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;puedas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;biendo&lt;/span&gt; que era mía y que tú me la diste una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vez&lt;/span&gt; es&lt;br /&gt;tanta la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;rabia&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tengo&lt;/span&gt; que te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maldigo&lt;/span&gt; y que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;reniego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tí&lt;/span&gt; porque me has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;quitado&lt;/span&gt; lo que un día &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;te pedí &lt;/span&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HIJA&lt;/span&gt; más &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;buena&lt;/span&gt; que era para mi como te lo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;voy&lt;/span&gt; ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;perdonar&lt;/span&gt; si &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;quitas&lt;/span&gt; lo que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;das&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4607170889594371107-6282050031295322709?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/6282050031295322709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=6282050031295322709' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6282050031295322709'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las mas vella, que se mezclan con ese lucero ,que &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;con su linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belleza y al mirar al cielo se que eres una de ellas y tal como lo sigo mirando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resalta el mas lindo esplendor  y es cuando te digo cuanto te quiero y te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hecho tanto de menos mi lindo lucero que en mi corazón te llevo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7578683099040526611?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7578683099040526611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7578683099040526611' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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princesa, hija mia de mi corazónl la criatura más hermosa que el señor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;me regaló cuán grande fue mi alegria y que tremenda emoción al contenplar tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;carita y sentir tu corazón mi dulce y bella hija para mi una bendiciónla que con&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;su nacimiento en madre me convirtio tierna, frájil, e inocentemi principio y mi final &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pues te ame desde ese instante , por toda la eternidad ya has crecido , estás hermosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;eres  una bella flor que las lagrimas no empañen hoy tu dulce corazón sé que la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;no es fácil y mas la separación mas estoy en tus sentidos junto a tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuando se agobie tu alma y sufra tu corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-1846868239013947766?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/1846868239013947766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=1846868239013947766' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/1846868239013947766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/1846868239013947766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2008/01/para-mi-dulce-princesa.html' title='PARA MI DULCE PRINCESA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4390341806383078438</id><published>2008-01-31T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:41:54.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DE MAMA PARA MI DULCE HIJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola mi pequeña niña como estás te escribo desde el mas inmenso dolor de mi corazón para dedicarte una poesia para ti, a mi dulce y hermosa niña, a esa niña que me dió la oportunidad de poder llamarme "madre" la que me enseñó que el amor no tiene fronteras , que aunque en ocasiones parezca que ese amor que nos brindamos es inalcanzable y que no hay manera de volvernos a encontrar , no siempre es asi , el señor DIOS, obra por caminos inexplicables y quizás te ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;puesto en este camino en medio de este grande y puro amor, para que volvamos a encontrarnos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;esta poesia es para tí recibela con todo el amor del mundo de parte de tu mamá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;recuerda, siempre que estare junto a ti pues mientras yo viva yo moraré en ti ya tu que eres mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;creación junto ADIOS te ama  mamá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4390341806383078438?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4390341806383078438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-8349644324331779508</id><published>2008-01-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:59:53.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ven a navegar conmigo que la mar esta serena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;deja que vuele en el aire tu deliciosa melena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mi linda hija morena mil mares vengo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;surcando pensando en ti niña bella ni tempestad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ni quebrado en esta nave hizo mella tesoros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;aquí fui juntando y puertos alli conquistando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;mas como tus ojos ningunos destellan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tanto y tanto que ya quisieran las costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;tener faros de tal encanto  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;lo cuenta tu madre que te quiere tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;                                                          TU MADRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-8349644324331779508?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/8349644324331779508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=8349644324331779508' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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creo que me las vayas a contestar es mi manera de poder tenerte recuerdos como una gran película desde tu nacimiento hasta tu marcha al mas allá porque para mi no estas muerta simplemente es un viaje que yo tengo que seguirte en algún momento y espero que sea pronto para poder decirte lo de siempre que fue un gran regalo y lo mejor que me paso en esta vida tenerte porque no tengo a quien contar ahora mis cosas y lo necesito tanto que a veces pido a gritos mi muerte para hablar solo contigo y no con la gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-5504480571151643190?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/5504480571151643190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=5504480571151643190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5504480571151643190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5504480571151643190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/10/una-carta-parati.html' title='UNA CARTA PARATI'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-922496683653058347</id><published>2007-10-23T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:22.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL PRIMER AÑO SIN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rx26JcMlhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-UdrLR0psY/s1600-h/26510017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124456622368064562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rx26JcMlhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-UdrLR0psY/s320/26510017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Es el primer año sin tu presencia y el mas cruel de mi vida el verano lleno de tristeza y tan diferente que no se porque te busco entre la gente veo una melena de cabello negro y brillante y digo es mi niña que va por delante pero me don cuenta que es lo que yo quiero ver es tu imagen lo mismo suelo hacer cuando veo unos ojos azules hooo me dirán hola madre cuando pase por su lado y entonces es cuando vuelvo a la realidad no es mi hija porque ya se marcho antes que yo que mal se porto DIOS conmígo llevase lo que mas he querido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-922496683653058347?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/922496683653058347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=922496683653058347' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/922496683653058347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/922496683653058347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-primer-ao-sin-ti.html' title='EL PRIMER AÑO SIN TI'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rx26JcMlhDI/AAAAAAAAABU/w-UdrLR0psY/s72-c/26510017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6244306651720102645</id><published>2007-10-18T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:22.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LUZ  BLANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RxcoMcMlhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/hrfdhRHLHRo/s1600-h/26510007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122607295349752850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RxcoMcMlhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/hrfdhRHLHRo/s320/26510007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de la descarada luna llena del haz de luz blanca que atraviesa tu ventana para posarse en tu rostro haciendo resaltar los rasgo de tu inocencia de la seda de tu pelo del mechón que resbala atrapado y ocultando tus ojos azules como el cielo besando tus mejillas acariciando tu cara de tu libertades medida de la osadia y dencanso de un lazo de tu pelo tan negro rozas la calidez de tu sentimiento para todos por eso y por tantas cosa te echamos de menos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-6244306651720102645?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/6244306651720102645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=6244306651720102645' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6244306651720102645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6244306651720102645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/10/luz-blanca.html' title='LUZ  BLANCA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RxcoMcMlhBI/AAAAAAAAABE/hrfdhRHLHRo/s72-c/26510007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7910233806846413780</id><published>2007-10-18T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA SOLEDAD SIN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RxclX8MlhAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yKIe0_wsQ1w/s1600-h/26510022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122604194383365122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RxclX8MlhAI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yKIe0_wsQ1w/s320/26510022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;como me hace falta mi hija sin tu amor no se que voy a hacer hoy me invade la tristeza a la noche tus fotografías es toda mi compañía el silencio es muy cruel cuando no escucho tu sonrisa triste el mundo así sin tu perfume sin tu dulzura sin tu ternura el amor y cariño que me dabas era hermoso como tu alma me diste todo y siempre fuimos las más importante en tu vida tu madre y hermana todo en ti era alegría mi alma llora por ti como quisiera tocarte sigo necesitando tus besos busco tu imagen como loca sigo buscando ver tu rostro como quisiera escuchar esas palabras que me hacen tanta falta era bonito despertar y estar juntas siempre tuve tu comprensión era muy feliz mis sueños eran una realidad tu lindo pelo mi mundo era de alegrías e ilusiones te estraño sin ti nada soy son mis recuerdos los que hacen brotar lagrimas en mi pobre corazón tu vida se fue y todo se perdió quiero que regreses y me des un millón de besossss necesito tu amor ( porque me dejaste tan sola sufriendo así ) hija siempre estas en mi corazón&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU MADRE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7910233806846413780?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7910233806846413780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7910233806846413780' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-6360156624317876002</id><published>2007-10-16T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T12:42:41.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI VIDA</title><content type='html'>hola mi vida a sin te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;solía&lt;/span&gt; llamar yo y con toda la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt; porque desde tu partida llano tengo esas ilusiones de vivir las vivo porque la que me queda le pertenece a tu hermana y no se la puedo negar pero sino fuera por ella no me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;importaría&lt;/span&gt; no despertar es el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt; lo que me hace vivir pero es tan duro hacerlo sin ti tu eres un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ángel melo d&lt;/span&gt;ice el corazón por eso cuando me levanto te pido &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ayuda&lt;/span&gt; por favor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-6360156624317876002?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/6360156624317876002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=6360156624317876002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6360156624317876002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/6360156624317876002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/10/mi-vida.html' title='MI VIDA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-1392107257634527221</id><published>2007-10-11T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rw3sJcMlg_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/j-LPZTjHhLc/s1600-h/__1_0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que gris es la tristeza que grande la soledad que tan profundo es el sufrimiento que no hay claridad ni luz que lo alumbre mas todo se puede comprar en esta vida menos la felicidad si esa que los hijos nos dan porque por ellos damos la vida y sin ellos no somos nada cuando nos los quitan así de la noche a la mañana por que DIOS ya se encarga de quien se queda y quien se lleva &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-1392107257634527221?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/1392107257634527221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=1392107257634527221' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/1392107257634527221'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;que yo no tengo para retenerte aquí se equivoco de persona pues es ami ha quien tenia que elegir me dicen que el nunca se equivoco por que el se yebo ha la mejor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-426072654212227125?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/426072654212227125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=426072654212227125' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/426072654212227125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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flor pero no olvides de hacerme un rincón en tu jardín para que cuando yo baya estar junto a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-5210382348085539698?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/5210382348085539698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=5210382348085539698' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5210382348085539698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5210382348085539698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-flor-mas-linda.html' title='LA FLOR MAS LINDA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7142612442209470286</id><published>2007-09-29T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:43:19.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI SE MILLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;una semilla plante y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;regué&lt;/span&gt; todos los &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt; de su vida con cariño ternura y amor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;se fue&lt;/span&gt; ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cien do&lt;/span&gt; mayor y se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;convietio&lt;/span&gt; en una gran mujer emprendedora cariñosa y &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;con&lt;/span&gt; un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carismas&lt;/span&gt; que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;contagiaba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;demás&lt;/span&gt; de esa semilla ya no quedan mas pues el viento la izo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;bolar asta&lt;/span&gt; la eternidad que los ÁNGELES,del cielo te acojan como una de ellos mas pero no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;orvideis&lt;/span&gt; que es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mía&lt;/span&gt; y que yo la sigo regando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;comís&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt; para en &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;con trame&lt;/span&gt; con ella en mi viaje final es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;pera me&lt;/span&gt; que no quiero tardar en llegar TU MADRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7142612442209470286?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7142612442209470286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7142612442209470286' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7142612442209470286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7142612442209470286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-se-milla.html' title='MI SE MILLA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-5746855792258674522</id><published>2007-09-29T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:21:14.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN ÁNGEL MAS EN EL CIELO</title><content type='html'>mujer de grandes abenturas te gustaba el riesgo sin miedo a nada eras arriesgaba era tu forma de ser de vivir la vida a tope y sin temor alas alturas y tu ultima fue por aventura subiste tan alto y con esos gritos de felicidad estando en lo mas alto ese fue tu gran salto fue tan alto que traspasas tes las nuves y los ÁNGELES ,te ollero y por eso te eligieron para que fueras unos de ellos y bola ras por el mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;hay cuanto te echo de menos  mi ÁNGEL estas en el cielo pero no olvides que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;  TU MADRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-5746855792258674522?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/5746855792258674522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=5746855792258674522' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5746855792258674522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/5746855792258674522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/09/un-ngel-mas-en-el-cielo.html' title='UN ÁNGEL MAS EN EL CIELO'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-9146634357363188473</id><published>2007-09-26T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:59:19.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TU ANTES QUE YO</title><content type='html'>Que dolor mas grande que se vaya una hija antes que una madre se&lt;br /&gt;lleva en el corazón en el alma y se agarra en las entrañas saber que&lt;br /&gt;nunca volverá  pero la esperas verla pasar por la puerta como siempre&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca llega creo oír su voz tan especial pero eso no es verdad son&lt;br /&gt;mis pensamientos que van siempre conmigo son sus cosas las que tanto&lt;br /&gt;echo de menos sus caricias y sus besos que ya nunca más me volverá&lt;br /&gt;a dar por eso son ya 13 meses y 8 días de tu partida a la eternidad por&lt;br /&gt;eso maldigo ese momento que te marchaste y no me dejaste acompañarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ya que teníamos un trato que juntas hariamos los viajes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           TU  MADRE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-9146634357363188473?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/9146634357363188473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=9146634357363188473' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/9146634357363188473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/9146634357363188473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/09/tu-antes-que-yo.html' title='TU ANTES QUE YO'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-1652693804726556178</id><published>2007-09-26T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T01:38:05.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EL ROSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;El rosar de mi jardín nunca dejará de florecer porque lo riego con mis lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;al llegar el atardecer nunca cortaré una flor porque me da miedo dañarla porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;ella respira y aunque no habla me llena de alegría saber que la puedo ver todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;los días ese rosal lo sigo regando y lo sigo mimando porque en él te veo a ti mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;hija del alma pero sigo pensando que de un rosal me clavaron dos espinas en mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;corazón que tu partida fue culpa de dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-1652693804726556178?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/1652693804726556178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=1652693804726556178' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/1652693804726556178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/1652693804726556178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/09/el-rosal.html' title='EL ROSAL'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4837879198554885794</id><published>2007-07-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:38:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Bella persona ,que sin tu querer al cielo te has ido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;en la tierra has dejado un gran vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; tus familiares y amigos no pueden comprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;que de la noche a la mañana ya no te podamos ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;persona bella por dentro y bella por fuera es una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;lástima que de este mundo te fueras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4837879198554885794?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4837879198554885794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4837879198554885794' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4837879198554885794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4837879198554885794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/07/bella-persona-que-sin-tu-querer-al.html' title=''/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4971975531094176707</id><published>2007-07-25T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:25:35.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA ESCALERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Me gustaría saber trabajar la madera para poder hacer una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;escalera tan alta para poder ver las estrellas y yaguar hasta el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;cielo y decirte cuanto te quiero y cuanto te hecho de menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;y tal como ir subiendo los perdaños desapareciendo para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;tenerme que quedar contigo y seguirnos riéndonos DIOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;en su día me hizo el mejor regalo pero el sin querer me lo ha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;quitado y me a dejado el corazón destrozado ahora para mi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;seria un gran regalo poder estar ha tu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;                                                    TU  MADRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4971975531094176707?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4971975531094176707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4971975531094176707' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4971975531094176707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;te convertirás y asta el cielo volaras para llevar contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;tu felicidad que de la tierra te llevas para los &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;demás que te esperan para ser un ÁNGEL mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-3624749375598900286?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/3624749375598900286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=3624749375598900286' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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han secado es tanta la tris taza de saberte desauciado a tu corta edad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;mi hija no estarás mas a mi lado mi corazón sangra, mi alma no siente alivio no entiendo porque tu fuiste la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;elegida teniendo DIOS tantos ÁNGELES te aparto de mi camino no reclamo,no blafemo pero tu tu hija mía  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;jamas podre olvidarte mi niña adorada tu eras parte de mi vida lo mejor que me había pasado no soporto la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;tristeza de que no estés a mi lado has dejado un gran vació que jamas de llenara como agua de un rió,que ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;no regresa mas mis lágrimas no cesan mi dolor cada vez es mas porque se que tu mi hija jamas regresaras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;es tanta la tristeza que este golpe me ha dejado tener que vivir sin tu presencia es un dolor desmesurado como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;podre recuperarme de este golpe siento que mi alma,se comienza a desgarrar cada día que pasa,es mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;difícil su peral que ya no estés con migo y no poder escucharte decir&lt;/span&gt; (MADRE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;porque DIOS te ha elegido para ser un ÁNGEL MAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7538105697931231010?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7538105697931231010/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7437204025378349957</id><published>2007-07-10T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T12:53:51.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA NOCHE DE SAN JUAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Es la noche de san JUAN, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;el cielo se ilumina con sus fiestas, sus petardos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y sus fuentes de colores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Es tan bonito... pero este año sin ti no es lo mismo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Echo de menos nuestros bailes, tus risas y tus abrazos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;porque celebramos la noche del abuelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;el cielo ya no esta iluminado por que tú no estás a nuestro lado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tu partida todo lo ha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cambiado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;                                     TU MADRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7437204025378349957?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7437204025378349957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7437204025378349957' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7437204025378349957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que amanecen con rosas y no lo saben,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hija del alma yo te dormía cuando tu eras un gramo de vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; y aunque te hayas hecho mayor te sigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;cantando esta nana para que sueñes de nuevo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;con DUENDES y hadas ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mi hija querida y que DIOS de los cielos te BENDIGA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;TU MADRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-2738032844407244119?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/2738032844407244119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=2738032844407244119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2738032844407244119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2738032844407244119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/07/mi-hija-del-alma.html' title='A MI HIJA DEL ALMA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-262608508524937695</id><published>2007-06-21T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqe0N0Qd8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TMONKHLZ9FM/s1600-h/26510030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078546149712885698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqe0N0Qd8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TMONKHLZ9FM/s320/26510030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que amargo es pensar mujer que de esta vida te has ido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a otra que no has elegido tú donde ya no te pueda ver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú que fuistes el dulce ser mas bello que he conocido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahora te llevaré hundido a lo más profundo del querer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que triste es vivir sin vivir, si viviendo ya no vivo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por ello vivir ya es morir si morir con el corazón cautivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;es tenerte y sonreir aunque no vivas conmigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;TU MADRE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-262608508524937695?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/262608508524937695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=262608508524937695' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/262608508524937695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/262608508524937695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/06/ana.html' title='A ANA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqe0N0Qd8I/AAAAAAAAAAc/TMONKHLZ9FM/s72-c/26510030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-2164324544633590244</id><published>2007-06-18T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T12:00:28.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LA TRISTEZA</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Si algún día me ves triste no me digas nada&lt;br /&gt;solo quiere me en la soledad de la noche no&lt;br /&gt;me preguntes nada solo acompaña me des de el cielo&lt;br /&gt;si me miras y no te miro no pienses nada solo&lt;br /&gt;comprende me si necesitas mi amor no tengas miedo&lt;br /&gt;llámame y piensa que yo nunca dejare de quererte&lt;br /&gt;que el amor entre madre y hija se que da eternamente&lt;br /&gt;miro al cielo y veo las estrellas y me digo que tu eres una de ellas&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;TU MADRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-2164324544633590244?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/2164324544633590244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=2164324544633590244' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2164324544633590244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2164324544633590244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/06/la-tristeza.html' title='LA TRISTEZA'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-4271437680971271018</id><published>2007-06-18T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TU Y TUS DELFINES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqfwd0Qd9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWGfsI6oYmE/s1600-h/34250017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078547184800004050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqfwd0Qd9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWGfsI6oYmE/s320/34250017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;son tres delfínes dos van saltando &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;y el ultimo se que da parado y con su jemidos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;les dice que te estan esperando para que les&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigas como una mas en su grupo pues saben &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;que eres una fán de ellos que no deves de&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;quedarte sola ya que tu vida como las de ellos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;es el mar y por eso nunca te dejaran detras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;algun dia cuando yo tu madre lo pueda hacer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;con ellos estaras toda tu pero aun no estoy preparada&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;TU MADRE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-4271437680971271018?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/4271437680971271018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=4271437680971271018' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4271437680971271018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/4271437680971271018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/06/tu-y-tus-delfines.html' title='TU Y TUS DELFINES'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqfwd0Qd9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/EWGfsI6oYmE/s72-c/34250017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-2906153771728209589</id><published>2007-05-29T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>las estaciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;hola hija&lt;br /&gt;es tan grande tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;pero mas fuerte mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;el no verte, no oirte,&lt;br /&gt;ni oler tu olor a coco &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RnqgxN0Qd-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2vc8lBNnTGM/s1600-h/campanilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078548297196533730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="183" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RnqgxN0Qd-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2vc8lBNnTGM/s320/campanilla.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que tú siempre llevabas,&lt;br /&gt;esa que por donde pasabas dejabas.&lt;br /&gt;Eres para mi la flor en primavera,&lt;br /&gt;en verano el mar azul de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;que se confundían en el mar.&lt;br /&gt;El invierno blanco como la nieve&lt;br /&gt;como tus sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;que tenías en todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;No hay estación del año para tí.&lt;br /&gt;Como tú solías decirme:&lt;br /&gt;el dolor se tiene que llevar por dentro&lt;br /&gt;y la sonrisa por fuera&lt;br /&gt;con coraje y valor, aunque tengas roto el corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-2906153771728209589?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/2906153771728209589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=2906153771728209589' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2906153771728209589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/2906153771728209589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/05/las-estaciones.html' title='las estaciones'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/RnqgxN0Qd-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/2vc8lBNnTGM/s72-c/campanilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4607170889594371107.post-7146030515969662791</id><published>2007-05-29T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:07:23.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesías para mi hija Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hola a tod@s!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Esta es Ana, mi hija mayor. Es guapa ¿verdad? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqa6N0Qd7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p1bOygkjib8/s1600-h/Imagen+105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078541854745589682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqa6N0Qd7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p1bOygkjib8/s320/Imagen+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta será mi historia: como querer vivir sin el calor y el amor de mi hija mayor, que Dios se la llevó a sus 35 años en un acidente de moto. Es tan duro que la escritura me hace seguir pensando que la tengo muy cerca de mí, en todos los momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro que algunos padres, si leen esto, entenderán el sufrimiento que pasamos los padres al tener que ser nosotros los que tengamos que llorarlos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos y todas los que leáis mi blog, gracias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos y todas los que queráis comentar mi blog, os estaré esperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4607170889594371107-7146030515969662791?l=poesiasparaana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/feeds/7146030515969662791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4607170889594371107&amp;postID=7146030515969662791' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7146030515969662791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4607170889594371107/posts/default/7146030515969662791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poesiasparaana.blogspot.com/2007/05/poesas-para-mi-hija-ana.html' title='Poesías para mi hija Ana'/><author><name>angelita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14021893481147720516</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xkFEJvT0pR4/Rnqa6N0Qd7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/p1bOygkjib8/s72-c/Imagen+105.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
