<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146</id><updated>2012-01-03T20:33:24.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRONICAS DE MARILUZ</title><subtitle type='html'>CADA INSTANTE ES TODA MI VIDA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-5520175177271573547</id><published>2008-09-18T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:19:25.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIMPLEMENTE AMOR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL3i212RI/AAAAAAAAA6s/l0cahCLZUrE/s1600-h/tuyyo_juegod2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-xNGQi5juI&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fue tu voz, fue tu olor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;tu forma de mirarme, de tocarme, de sentirme, de tomarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247410289402162866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL2zKLrrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/yQINq7rsOUY/s320/atravsdetodosg7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mi amor, mis deseos, mis anhelos te siguieron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;huias de mi, no se por que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;burlándote ingenuamente de todo mi sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y así surgió el amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de nuestros besos, de nuestros sueños,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;nuestros encuentros y nuestras miradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mi sábanas te añoraban cuando por las noches me dejabas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;para salir huyendo no se de que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;si de mi, o de mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247410297530550578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL3RcJCTI/AAAAAAAAA6c/gocy5DlHdAM/s320/oeil_triste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Pero el amor no es tan simple como parece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;al final resulta tan complicado como nosotros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y mi cuerpo te pide, te añora y te extraña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Todo este tiempo el Simple amor no fue suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;creo que no lo fue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;No entiendo, solo siento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;mi cuerpo siente, mi corazón no entiende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Estoy siempre a punto para el amor... pero tu no estás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Fue tu voz... fue tu olor... todo se quedó en mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y yo no se en donde estoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me siento perdida en tanto amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me siento sola con todo mi amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Simplemente amor era suficiente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;al final era suficiente... pero no lo fue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;y aun así sigo sintiendo que eres mi otra mitad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;me quedaré incompleta... y así seguiré...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247410305621858722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL3vlQmaI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xQNQ9DPR2kY/s320/sola.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;así prefiero estar, así he estado siempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;con mi Simple amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247410295382192610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL3Jb7seI/AAAAAAAAA6U/726sycuehzM/s320/Enamorados.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-5520175177271573547?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5520175177271573547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=5520175177271573547&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5520175177271573547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5520175177271573547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/09/simplemente-amor.html' title='SIMPLEMENTE AMOR...'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SNKL2zKLrrI/AAAAAAAAA6M/yQINq7rsOUY/s72-c/atravsdetodosg7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-423593322461117446</id><published>2008-06-08T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:16:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y TUVE MIEDO - (Nuestro Aniversario)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2dcIr0KPec&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y tuve miedo de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cuando tus ojos me miraron por primera vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cuando me seguiste entre la multitud que parecía esconderme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cuando tomaste mi mano para saludarme, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;rozando mi piel con tu presencia para quedarte en ella por siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y tuve miedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cuando escuchamos por primera vez la letra de nuestra canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y senti que se impregnaba en todo mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coincidiendo en cada frase con mis deseos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209565325501907314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEwYD-S7wXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1ff0qWbRHVQ/s320/all44%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Esa noche senti miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;por que supe que jamás te dejaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;por que sabía que por ningun motivo te alejarías.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y tuve miedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y a partir de entonces mi ventana permanecía abierta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;esperando sentirte entrar por ella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;para recorrerme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;para descubrirme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y cada vez que entrabas tenía mas miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pero en tu presencia, en tu cuerpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;en nuestros encuentros el miedo se iba y solo tu permanecías. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209566076409133938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEwYvrpKu3I/AAAAAAAAAwI/C5OtHT7x7Dk/s320/TU-Y-YO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y deseaba siempre sentir este miedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;que me aseguraba tu llegada que tanto anhelaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;para que lo hicieras con todo tu sexo desaparecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cuando estás conmigo ya no siento miedo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y cuando te alejas disfruto sentir este miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;que es el preámbulo de tu llegada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pues estás ahí siempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;esperando entrar por mi ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;para acompañarme, para tomarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y jamás dejarme ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AMOR, FELIZ ANIVERSARIO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GRACIAS POR ESTOS AÑOS ENTRANDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;POR MI VENTANA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209564134971437682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEwW-rOWcnI/AAAAAAAAAvw/0BrC8cjZzhQ/s320/jose+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-423593322461117446?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/423593322461117446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=423593322461117446&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/423593322461117446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/423593322461117446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/y-tuve-miedo-de-ti-cuando-tus-ojos-me.html' title='Y TUVE MIEDO - (Nuestro Aniversario)'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEwYD-S7wXI/AAAAAAAAAv4/1ff0qWbRHVQ/s72-c/all44%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-3144137880216338029</id><published>2008-06-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T10:25:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MI HOMBRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XHaabl0kE0&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Definitivamente eres mi hombre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que me adivinas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que recorres mi cuerpo entero descubriendo cada uno de los poros de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inscribiendo en todos ellos tu olor, tu calor, tu sexo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207303752529455698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQPLGcTqlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/baeu2gvN85s/s320/mihombrewk7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Eres mi hombre por que me conviertes en tu mujer solo con mirarme,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con tus profundos ojos verdes que me comen de inmediato en un solo bocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haciéndome disfrutar del recorrido en la prolongación de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me tocan y no me sueltan jamás.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207303749243160146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQPK6MyxlI/AAAAAAAAAtw/8JSdhoPumek/s320/normal216pm5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mi hombre, por que me despiertas sentimientos y sensaciones dormidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que permanecen en alerta para recibirte, para llamarte, para saciarte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en un encuentro no planeado pero eternamente deseado.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207303742633878370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQPKhlBI2I/AAAAAAAAAto/F8MauUbGRuI/s320/mihombre1sx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No me atrevo a decirte que te lleno por completo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te conozco en toda tu magnitud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni mucho menos que soy la mujer que soñaste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero si estoy segura de que soy toda tuya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por que jamás antes ni mi piel, ni mi excitación fueron certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta el momento en que exploraste dentro de mi para desvelarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;convirtiendote en cada nueva entrega en mi hombre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-3144137880216338029?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3144137880216338029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=3144137880216338029&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/3144137880216338029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/3144137880216338029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/mi-hombre.html' title='MI HOMBRE'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQPLGcTqlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/baeu2gvN85s/s72-c/mihombrewk7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-240043434311745366</id><published>2008-06-02T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:18:45.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TE SOÑE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gs-06NUlgWM&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te Soñé... toda mi vida te soñé...&lt;br /&gt;dormida y despierta, de noche y de día...&lt;br /&gt;en las risas y en las lágrimas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207300552605871602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQMQ1zErfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ec7mwv5mL0s/s320/tesoeje9.png" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un deseo, un anhelo siempre estuvo en mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;y tu en un sueño siempre estuviste,&lt;br /&gt;como una esperanza interminable&lt;br /&gt;que se lleva en el corazón para sobrevivir&lt;br /&gt;con la certeza siempre de la realidad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207300563315329842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQMRdsaCzI/AAAAAAAAAtY/3eWGYgL3wo8/s320/tesoe2mg3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te soñé como algo mas que un ideal&lt;br /&gt;con todos los la tidos de mi corazón que son tan ciertos,&lt;br /&gt;que marcan cada paso que doy.&lt;br /&gt;Te soñe... siempre te soñe...&lt;br /&gt;Te miré y ya te había soñado...&lt;br /&gt;Te descubrí... por que siempre estuviste en mis sueños.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207300571571382178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQMR8czZ6I/AAAAAAAAAtg/V00yilVy48A/s320/tesoe1dx4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si jamás te hubiese soñado&lt;br /&gt;nunca habría existido la intuición de encontrarte,&lt;br /&gt;de tenerte, de abrazarte, de estrecharte...&lt;br /&gt;de sentirte y de tocarte...&lt;br /&gt;por que eres tan real...&lt;br /&gt;por que los sueños son indicios...&lt;br /&gt;que te llevan siempre a lo real...&lt;br /&gt;por eso... siempre... siempre... TE SOÑE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-240043434311745366?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/240043434311745366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=240043434311745366&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/240043434311745366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/240043434311745366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/te-soe.html' title='TE SOÑE'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQMQ1zErfI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Ec7mwv5mL0s/s72-c/tesoeje9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-574187687277696671</id><published>2008-06-02T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T08:09:47.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TODO HA SIDO A MI MANERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XPOxUnFjOhI&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;He vivido la vida a mi manera,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se si es la mejor o si ha sido la correcta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siempre sientiendo, siempre pensando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;siempre reflexionando, siempre amando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se si las reflexiones me acercaron a la certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o me alejaron cada vez mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se si el amor fue el correcto, el adecuado, el anhelado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca, nunca pude alejarlos de mi vivir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;siempre, siempre han estado ahi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para decidir, para disfrutar, para realizar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a mi manera he logrado reflexionar, a mi manera he logrado amar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mi existir todo tiene un sentido, nada es casualidad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni el dolor, ni el amor, ni la tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda circunstancia tiene un por qué, un para que.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es así que A mi manera, he intentado vivir, he intentado sentir, he intentado amar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora que el final se acerca ya, lo afrontaré serenamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tal vez lloré, tal vez reí, tal vez gané, tal vez perdí,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora se que fui feliz, que si lloré, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;también amé, y todo fué, puedo decir.... A MI MANERA.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-574187687277696671?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/574187687277696671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=574187687277696671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/574187687277696671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/574187687277696671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/todo-ha-sido-mi-manera.html' title='TODO HA SIDO A MI MANERA'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-4742108648097108223</id><published>2008-06-02T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:56:04.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SE ME ANTOJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_GG9S3rz00&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207290952979921266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQDiEZ5OXI/AAAAAAAAAs4/2Dj7jXnLW6Q/s320/22575232lc5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se me antoja tenerte...para toda la vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dejarte ni un instante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perderte en mi piel, en mi olor, en mi esencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me antoja soñarte todas las noches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y despertar a tu lado y contarte mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para después juntos hacerlos realidad.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207290952304733730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQDiB46riI/AAAAAAAAAtA/yG-XC-EK1iE/s320/1177597160104912ui6th8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se me antoja un beso que no termine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que empiece en mis labios y continue en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dejándome todo el calor de tu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me antoja que invadas mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahora habitado por todo nuestro amor.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207290959104984562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQDibOORfI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rG3ABVj1vLM/s320/pcspriau3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Se me antoja tu cuerpo, tu aliento y tu voz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo en un instante, en un solo suspiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me eleve hasta el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me haga tu amante... después tu amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y por siempre tu mujer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-4742108648097108223?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4742108648097108223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=4742108648097108223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/4742108648097108223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/4742108648097108223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/se-me-antoja.html' title='SE ME ANTOJA'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEQDiEZ5OXI/AAAAAAAAAs4/2Dj7jXnLW6Q/s72-c/22575232lc5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-5452709417933231743</id><published>2008-06-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:55:02.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIEMPRE APASIONADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UpuOr7tyD2M&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Siempre apasionada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;definitivamente siempre lo he sido&lt;br /&gt;en el amor, en el vivir... en cada una de mis circunstancias.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;la pasión siempre está ahí&lt;br /&gt;La siento correr en cada una de mis actitudes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;de mis pensamientos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mis sentimientos siempre son apasionados&lt;br /&gt;no concibo la vida sin pasión, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;el trabajo sin pasión, el amor sin pasión, la amistad sin pasión,&lt;br /&gt;cada instante es apasionado por que la vida entera es entrega... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;si no te entregas con pasión a la vida&lt;br /&gt;esta pasa desapercibida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-5452709417933231743?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5452709417933231743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=5452709417933231743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5452709417933231743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5452709417933231743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/06/siempre-apasionada.html' title='SIEMPRE APASIONADA'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-3945834467653841533</id><published>2008-05-31T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:45:32.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HASTA LA ETERNIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TY4Zl8TeP8g&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"Until"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;And everything was still beneath the moon&lt;br /&gt;Without your love would it shine for me?&lt;br /&gt;If I was smart as Aristotle&lt;br /&gt;And understood the rings around the moon&lt;br /&gt;What would it all matter if you loved me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;Not a solitary thing would I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing's end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon so we could ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim, Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day you’ll meet a stranger&lt;br /&gt;And all the noise is silenced in the room&lt;br /&gt;You’ll feel that you're close to some mystery&lt;br /&gt;In the moonlight and everything shatters&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if you’ve known her all your life&lt;br /&gt;The world’s oldest lesson in history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms where the world is impossibly still&lt;br /&gt;With a million dreams to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;And a matter of moments until the dancing ends&lt;br /&gt;Here in your arms when everything seems to be clear&lt;br /&gt;Not a solitary thing do I fear&lt;br /&gt;Except when this moment comes near the dancing’s end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if I caught the world in an hourglass&lt;br /&gt;Saddled up the moon and we would ride&lt;br /&gt;Until the stars grew dim&lt;br /&gt;Until the time that time stands still, Until... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206785890868212866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEI4Lla3NII/AAAAAAAAArg/hV9X6bGgE2w/s320/fg1336ko8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No llegaste tarde amor,&lt;br /&gt;hasta el tiempo es sabio,&lt;br /&gt;a cada quien se nos da lo que realmente necesitamos...&lt;br /&gt;en el momento adecuado,&lt;br /&gt;en el momento preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que fue tarde,&lt;br /&gt;nos llevará a escribir una historia totalmente tardía,&lt;br /&gt;fuera de tiempo y lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206785899458147474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEI4MFa3NJI/AAAAAAAAAro/7gNiU-zAH0c/s320/abrazogj4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El tiempo transcurre hasta que dejamos de vivirlo...&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivirlo contigo y que transcurra como la vida decida...&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la eternidad de todo nuestro amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-3945834467653841533?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/3945834467653841533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=3945834467653841533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/3945834467653841533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/3945834467653841533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/05/hasta-la-eternidad.html' title='HASTA LA ETERNIDAD'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEI4Lla3NII/AAAAAAAAArg/hV9X6bGgE2w/s72-c/fg1336ko8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-4205522631139177775</id><published>2008-05-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:34:21.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVEME</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ux6DgjDj948&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Amor, víveme,&lt;br /&gt;viveme todo el tiempo, cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;en cada suspiro, en toda la piel,&lt;br /&gt;no me dejes sola, no me dejes perderme y morir.&lt;br /&gt;Por que vivo cuando siento tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando siento tu latir, cuando te siento muy dentro de mì.&lt;br /&gt;"VIVEME" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206777777674990706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEIwzVa3NHI/AAAAAAAAArY/7QZp9eKrrnA/s320/nosotros.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Una mirada tuya me salva de morir,&lt;br /&gt;de desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin miedo, toda una vida,&lt;br /&gt;cada instante es toda mi vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://addasofia.spaces.live.com/mmm2007-05-22_13.05/target="&gt;&lt;img height="541" src="http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/5820/vivemevr2.png" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-4205522631139177775?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/4205522631139177775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=4205522631139177775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/4205522631139177775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/4205522631139177775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/05/viveme.html' title='VIVEME'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dH3F0AD83pA/SEIwzVa3NHI/AAAAAAAAArY/7QZp9eKrrnA/s72-c/nosotros.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2439597663633779146.post-5765235784337862234</id><published>2008-05-31T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T07:32:39.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMO DUELES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lSUz5fXOjqg&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como dueles en toda la piel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;en todo mi cuerpo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;en cada poro de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;No estás, estás ausente, estás tan lejos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quisiera escuchar todo el tiempo el color de tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;un color suave, dulce, tierno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que duele, duele...por que no estás.&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas con el mundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;te alejas con el diario vivir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y me duele hasta el alma, como dueles...&lt;br /&gt;Te añoro, te sueño, te pienso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;y cuando tu recuerdo llega a mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;todo duele, dueles en los labios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;en mis manos, en todo mi ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/186/6EAB7858417B0D4FF45A0CFDC2189CA0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2439597663633779146-5765235784337862234?l=cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/feeds/5765235784337862234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2439597663633779146&amp;postID=5765235784337862234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5765235784337862234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2439597663633779146/posts/default/5765235784337862234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cronicasdemariluz.blogspot.com/2008/05/como-dueles.html' title='COMO DUELES'/><author><name>Mariluz Barrera González</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18206409330010147953</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R65qAxalQ80/TqSAGkg4QxI/AAAAAAAABrs/qF0HNkiK_GA/s220/IMG00078-20111018-1753.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
