<?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-5857268000460251045</id><updated>2011-10-08T10:28:32.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>victorelpoeta</title><subtitle type='html'>poesia, solo poesia</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2312229903168548925</id><published>2010-10-08T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T14:52:49.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>estoy cansado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cansado de la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cansado de los anocheceres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cansado de las malas noches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pero tu eres mi luna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Estoy cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;de ya no verte mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cansado de los demas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Por la mañana, me pongo mi bufanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;y ando detras de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Estoy cansado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;de que te escapes de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y que te escabullas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cuando te miro a los ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cansado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;de que escapes por el mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;y que cada tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;te tenga mas lejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Deja de escaparte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;cada vez que te encuentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cuando te veo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;noto un viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;que me corre por las venas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y que me acerca a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Cansado del fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;de cada dia que te veo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cansado de correr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;sin un solo aliento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Hay mucha gente corriendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;pero no te veo a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Da igual que vaya en avion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;siempre te escapas de mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Y esque cansado estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2312229903168548925?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2312229903168548925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/10/estoy-cansado.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2312229903168548925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2312229903168548925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/10/estoy-cansado.html' title='estoy cansado'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-8449599727259585082</id><published>2010-06-03T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T06:45:43.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi poema sin sentido</title><content type='html'>Hacia un fatal dia en Bloglandia.El sol hechaba rayos de frio y hasta caian meteoritos de agua.Hacia tanto calor que llovian helados.Callo la dia y se podian ver las estrellas de chocolate. Por la noche todos encendieron la fuego y se despertaron. Todos pesadilleaban lo mismo:que al dia siguiente se nacieran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-8449599727259585082?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8449599727259585082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-poema-sin-sentido.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8449599727259585082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8449599727259585082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/mi-poema-sin-sentido.html' title='mi poema sin sentido'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2583741195297329929</id><published>2010-06-02T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T06:09:50.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>llamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/TAZUfhMXCEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Kv6DZyQDQS0/s1600/fuego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478158897205676098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/TAZUfhMXCEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Kv6DZyQDQS0/s400/fuego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada llama de fuego es unica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y eso no se puede cambiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bajo la luna llena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el fuego vuelve a cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiere cojer a la luna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero no puede llegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No quiero que te vallas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dijo la luna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Baila con migo otro vals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dijo con ganas de cantar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero el humo envidioso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no le dejo llegar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2583741195297329929?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2583741195297329929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/llamas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2583741195297329929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2583741195297329929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/06/llamas.html' title='llamas'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/TAZUfhMXCEI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Kv6DZyQDQS0/s72-c/fuego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-3301677062882346246</id><published>2010-02-11T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:10:00.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poesia fructifera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S3Rx9rmASQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mB9ocDeR3gY/s1600-h/frutas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437095954631117058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S3Rx9rmASQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mB9ocDeR3gY/s400/frutas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Las frutas &lt;div&gt;son muy brutas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la piña&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mata a la niña,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el tomate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me pega con un bate,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;la cereza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me golpea la cabeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;el melocoton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me estiara de los pelos un monton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y al platano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;le importa un rabano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-3301677062882346246?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3301677062882346246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/poesia-fructifera.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3301677062882346246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3301677062882346246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/poesia-fructifera.html' title='poesia fructifera'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/S3Rx9rmASQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/mB9ocDeR3gY/s72-c/frutas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-8792674699368032629</id><published>2010-02-03T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:02:33.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S2mrSbFkzCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ATxL6pb0UoE/s1600-h/shapeimage_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434062758396349474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S2mrSbFkzCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ATxL6pb0UoE/s400/shapeimage_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Festival,festival &lt;div&gt;festibal es el carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Festibal,festival&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;festival es el carnaval.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San valetin,san valentin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;las campanas hacen tintin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cumpleaños,cumpleaños&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haora hay nuevos apaños.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las navatas,las navatas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuidado no se suban ratas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-8792674699368032629?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8792674699368032629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/festival.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8792674699368032629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8792674699368032629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/02/festival.html' title='festival'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/S2mrSbFkzCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ATxL6pb0UoE/s72-c/shapeimage_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-4351916846119884191</id><published>2010-01-24T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:25:45.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un vuelo negro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S1wtwK14gjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aLuPmtXYTOw/s1600-h/poe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430265556269302322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S1wtwK14gjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aLuPmtXYTOw/s400/poe2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A lo lejos un recuerdo vuela, &lt;div align="left"&gt;un recuerdo negro como los cuervos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Solo se ve por la noche,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;la noche negra como los mucielagos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Una pluma negra sale volando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;y el viento la arrastra cantando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-4351916846119884191?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4351916846119884191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-vuelo-negro.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4351916846119884191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4351916846119884191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-vuelo-negro.html' title='un vuelo negro'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/S1wtwK14gjI/AAAAAAAAAHk/aLuPmtXYTOw/s72-c/poe2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-872918282078907019</id><published>2009-12-18T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:47:53.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>noche buena</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pollo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y aveces hasta tocino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Esta es la cena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;de la noche buena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pavo crujiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;y tarta caliente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champiñones en paella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;y lonchas de mozarella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Algunos cantan villancicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;mientras otros comen``kikos´´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SytY_cMjqbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/muiwu_frvpU/s1600-h/cena_navidad_restaurantes_madrid_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 284px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416520823767017906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SytY_cMjqbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/muiwu_frvpU/s400/cena_navidad_restaurantes_madrid_2008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-872918282078907019?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/872918282078907019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/noche-buena.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/872918282078907019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/872918282078907019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/12/noche-buena.html' title='noche buena'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SytY_cMjqbI/AAAAAAAAAHc/muiwu_frvpU/s72-c/cena_navidad_restaurantes_madrid_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-4748440752072461703</id><published>2009-11-28T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:07:33.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el constructor:yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF-cZYOTdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vAkoCERjJgM/s1600/SDC10380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409243653762600402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF-cZYOTdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vAkoCERjJgM/s400/SDC10380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF99AYQXmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LUGLxtm0vzE/s1600/coliseo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409243114475904610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF99AYQXmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/LUGLxtm0vzE/s400/coliseo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;era foto: coliseo de roma con figuritas del risk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2da&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9y4pIPRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CD0roD8mWhE/s1600/26092009(006).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409242940600499474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9y4pIPRI/AAAAAAAAAHE/CD0roD8mWhE/s400/26092009(006).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foto:coliseo de roma.&lt;br /&gt;3ra foto:establo con mini-ciudad&lt;br /&gt;4ta foto:torre de pisa sin estar inclinada.(sino se caia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9mxq0N1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nq6DcQf5s8s/s1600/25102009(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409242732570097490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9mxq0N1I/AAAAAAAAAG8/Nq6DcQf5s8s/s400/25102009(002).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9LZKwFnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uGw2hQffw1g/s1600/25102009(001).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409242262136690290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF9LZKwFnI/AAAAAAAAAG0/uGw2hQffw1g/s400/25102009(001).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ta foto:de nuevo la torre de pisa.&lt;br /&gt;5ta foto:otra vez la torre de pisa.(ahora si que esta inclinada,o mejor dicho ``cayendo a pisos´´)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF85w-Qe4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-leoQ9WgfXs/s1600/25102009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409241959289092994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF85w-Qe4I/AAAAAAAAAGs/-leoQ9WgfXs/s400/25102009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF8VFSfaLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K1a0KItshxM/s1600/V%C2%B4CTOR+CONSTRUCTOR+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409241329087506610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF8VFSfaLI/AAAAAAAAAGk/K1a0KItshxM/s400/V%C2%B4CTOR+CONSTRUCTOR+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ta foto:simple jaula metida en una simple jaula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-4748440752072461703?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4748440752072461703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-constructoryo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4748440752072461703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4748440752072461703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-constructoryo.html' title='el constructor:yo'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SxF-cZYOTdI/AAAAAAAAAHU/vAkoCERjJgM/s72-c/SDC10380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5661706702797096503</id><published>2009-11-21T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T09:54:19.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dulce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwgnHPYf5LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fhlr3L3hOUk/s1600/Miel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406614358000133298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwgnHPYf5LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fhlr3L3hOUk/s400/Miel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce.Dulce&lt;/span&gt; es la victoria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce.Dulce&lt;/span&gt; es la miel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulce &lt;/span&gt;es solo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce&lt;/span&gt; y solo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce &lt;/span&gt;es lo&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; dulce&lt;/span&gt; y solo &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mas que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dulce &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;es la definicion de&lt;/span&gt; dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5661706702797096503?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5661706702797096503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulce.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5661706702797096503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5661706702797096503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/dulce.html' title='dulce'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwgnHPYf5LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/fhlr3L3hOUk/s72-c/Miel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2884629960977473412</id><published>2009-11-16T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T09:49:17.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>algunos huesos del cuerpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwHTCLf2WjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vPyOluzEQF4/s1600/esqueleto_humano.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404833062220880434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwHTCLf2WjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vPyOluzEQF4/s400/esqueleto_humano.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Craneo:esta dibidido en tres partes:frontal, parietales y occipital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tronco:esta formado por la columna vertebral, que esta formada por vertevras.tambien esta formado por el esternon que protege el corazon y las costillas que protegen los pulmones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brazos:humero,cubito y radio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Piernas:femur, tibia y perone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2884629960977473412?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2884629960977473412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/algunos-huesos-del-cuerpo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2884629960977473412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2884629960977473412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/11/algunos-huesos-del-cuerpo.html' title='algunos huesos del cuerpo'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SwHTCLf2WjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/vPyOluzEQF4/s72-c/esqueleto_humano.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2606526915604215931</id><published>2009-10-20T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T10:11:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cabalgar sobre las olas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/St3tlDz-UoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/scPPiaNLZjA/s1600-h/469230_HRTLD2GF4C6XGNFLJHTYUI3NY3T3OU_fantasia_H155531_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394729149593965186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/St3tlDz-UoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/scPPiaNLZjA/s400/469230_HRTLD2GF4C6XGNFLJHTYUI3NY3T3OU_fantasia_H155531_L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cualquier ola puede romperte el corazon, claro que solo si no sabes dominarla. No se esquiba con caparazon y tampoco puedes saltarla, solo puedes consegir uir si cres en ti mismo, pero no debes dudar porque entonces la puedes fastidiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2606526915604215931?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2606526915604215931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/cabalgar-sobre-las-olas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2606526915604215931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2606526915604215931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/cabalgar-sobre-las-olas.html' title='cabalgar sobre las olas'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/St3tlDz-UoI/AAAAAAAAAGE/scPPiaNLZjA/s72-c/469230_HRTLD2GF4C6XGNFLJHTYUI3NY3T3OU_fantasia_H155531_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-6036616761948869081</id><published>2009-10-18T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:12:13.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sts7yPwG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ONFW3C_B81Y/s1600-h/playa_uricao3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393970713114109602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sts7yPwG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ONFW3C_B81Y/s400/playa_uricao3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;El verano llega y las olas rompen, dos caracolas la costa recorren, una ballena juega con los delfines, contandose historias de el lago nees,cinco cangrejos bailan la samba mientras las conchas gritan:¡caramba! Y mientras los tiburones cuentan chistes sobre urones. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-6036616761948869081?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6036616761948869081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6036616761948869081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6036616761948869081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/el-mar.html' title='el mar'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sts7yPwG5qI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ONFW3C_B81Y/s72-c/playa_uricao3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-6562864430417018959</id><published>2009-10-17T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T04:20:39.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>codigo victor</title><content type='html'>!=A ¡=B @=C #=D ·=E ··=F ···=G %=H /=I 1=J &amp;amp;=K ¬=L ¿=M ;=N ;;=Ñ :=O .=P ..=Q ?=R +=S *=T ¨=U $=V ª=W º=X _=Y -=Z  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         DEDICADO A MIS PRIMOS&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      IVO Y OTAS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-6562864430417018959?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6562864430417018959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/codigo-victor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6562864430417018959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6562864430417018959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/codigo-victor.html' title='codigo victor'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-8631662663107876028</id><published>2009-10-17T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T03:58:57.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ilusiones opticas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Stmhh0vJBhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/llPm_DJs7aA/s1600-h/ilusion-optica-grande2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393519631217002002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Stmhh0vJBhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/llPm_DJs7aA/s400/ilusion-optica-grande2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dele a la imagen para verla en pantalla completa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una ilusion optica es algo que se ve diferente a lo que es en realidad. Mire atentamente una de las ruletas y vera como las demas giran sin girar en realidad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-8631662663107876028?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8631662663107876028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ilusiones-opticas_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8631662663107876028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8631662663107876028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/ilusiones-opticas_17.html' title='ilusiones opticas'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Stmhh0vJBhI/AAAAAAAAAF0/llPm_DJs7aA/s72-c/ilusion-optica-grande2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-7732864229525725508</id><published>2009-10-15T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:53:38.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas que nunca entendere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/StduLKcuEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GKeB6iXCzRA/s1600-h/20070423-google.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392900216861888882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/StduLKcuEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GKeB6iXCzRA/s400/20070423-google.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas que no entiendes normal mente son idioteces como estas, ¿porque ponen corazoncitos en san valentin si ya lo sabemos? Y mirar la novena imagen, ¿que significa?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-7732864229525725508?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7732864229525725508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/cosas-que-nunca-entendere.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/7732864229525725508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/7732864229525725508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/cosas-que-nunca-entendere.html' title='cosas que nunca entendere'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/StduLKcuEXI/AAAAAAAAAE0/GKeB6iXCzRA/s72-c/20070423-google.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-8701664615870477895</id><published>2009-10-08T11:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T11:19:26.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aquellas notas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Ss4q4Nfq_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hjXjuvDIdXY/s1600-h/bateria.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun recuerdo las notas de aquel vals,&lt;br /&gt;Aunque fueran con batería&lt;br /&gt;No me importa que sean dulces o roqueras.&lt;br /&gt;Yo lo único que quiero es bailar toda la noche y sentir la pasión musical. No me importa que fueran desafinadas o sin ritmo,&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuanta mas musica mejor.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390292949192605154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Ss4q4Nfq_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hjXjuvDIdXY/s400/bateria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-8701664615870477895?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8701664615870477895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/aquellas-notas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8701664615870477895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8701664615870477895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/10/aquellas-notas.html' title='aquellas notas...'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Ss4q4Nfq_eI/AAAAAAAAAEk/hjXjuvDIdXY/s72-c/bateria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5317583876781317455</id><published>2009-09-30T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:43:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¡LAPIZ Y PAPEL!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsOiUQNlkDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ODngnAk7Ga0/s1600-h/L%25C3%25A1piz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387328048098283570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsOiUQNlkDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ODngnAk7Ga0/s400/L%25C3%25A1piz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Test de 2 simles preguntas mui importantes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1Cuando voy ha un restaurante:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a,  maldigo al camarero porque los botes de kepchup solo son de 5 litros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b, bendigo al camarero porque los botes de kepchup solo son de 5 litros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c, salgo coriendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si as elegido ``a´´ eres un tiranosaurius reks.&lt;br /&gt;Si as elegido ``b´´ eres normal.&lt;br /&gt;Si as elegido ``c´´eres alergico has los tiranosaurius reks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Cuando voy a la playa:&lt;br /&gt;a, me tiro por un acantilado al agua y me come un tiburon blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b, me tiro por un acantilado y me come una ballena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c, no me tiro por ningun acantilado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si has elegido ``a´´ eres tonto.&lt;br /&gt;Si has elegido ``b´´ eres un gafe.&lt;br /&gt;Si has elegido ``c´´  eres el mas tonto de la playa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5317583876781317455?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5317583876781317455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/lapiz-y-papel.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5317583876781317455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5317583876781317455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/lapiz-y-papel.html' title='¡LAPIZ Y PAPEL!'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsOiUQNlkDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ODngnAk7Ga0/s72-c/L%25C3%25A1piz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-541669849278511733</id><published>2009-09-29T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:18:06.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsJp-4_1_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BY6rJN_nDLs/s1600-h/peces_en_el_estanque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386984633461505218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsJp-4_1_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BY6rJN_nDLs/s400/peces_en_el_estanque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;La vida es todo lo que necesitamos para cumplir nuestros sueños. Yo utilizo mi vida para hacer poesia, sin mi vida no podriais leer esto, puesto que no existiria.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Es como un estanque, el pez vive gracias a la casa que tu le as hecho, lo mismo pasa con los humanos, tu vives gracias a la existencia de la humanidad.&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/5857268000460251045-541669849278511733?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/541669849278511733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/541669849278511733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/541669849278511733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-vida.html' title='la vida'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SsJp-4_1_MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/BY6rJN_nDLs/s72-c/peces_en_el_estanque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5811215372558033325</id><published>2009-09-26T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T02:54:44.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la esperanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sr3hsASpynI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5KTm7c4us34/s1600-h/400_1198471188_tigra-blanco-en-la-nieve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385708875513711218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sr3hsASpynI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5KTm7c4us34/s400/400_1198471188_tigra-blanco-en-la-nieve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo no tengo esperanza en no tener esperanza, pero cuando llega la respuesta me derito y es cuando llega el fin de todo.Esta misma mañana yo perdi la esperanza por el camino de la tristeza del que no sali nunca. Construllendo un campamento de mil piezas al momento. Yo espere y espere y a la respuesta llo llegue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:un cumpleaños de un amigo, pero no mio, de mi primo. La gran noticia ineseperada llego asta mi corazon , pues yo me puse mui triste si te digo la razon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5811215372558033325?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5811215372558033325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-esperanza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5811215372558033325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5811215372558033325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-esperanza.html' title='la esperanza'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sr3hsASpynI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5KTm7c4us34/s72-c/400_1198471188_tigra-blanco-en-la-nieve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-1782285855753827712</id><published>2009-09-24T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:37:31.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la juventud</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SruDIKpDZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/B-hTshA0R-I/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385041955770296066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SruDIKpDZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/B-hTshA0R-I/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Es nuestra infancia la que nos proteje de los males.Es aquello que nos crio,es aquella la que me enseño que crecer es ser feliz culla cumplida de otra manera"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                          Victor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-1782285855753827712?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1782285855753827712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-juventud.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/1782285855753827712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/1782285855753827712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-juventud.html' title='la juventud'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SruDIKpDZwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/B-hTshA0R-I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-1982850443478337415</id><published>2009-09-19T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T02:16:05.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la pureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrSUHtnUGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wOLAv32iUO4/s1600-h/pxzZ39wV--_eiSNqNXQqptDPin6klKp46PAVaoFIQXi60VNtLkkpBdegOiD7YXt3IoG6AkVhL9B77wuR-Dra4pD5-Ga9k-cSksup0g3wER5mK2bxuWZSgIoa9qPlgjAqN36bxNdHAEXc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383090314839071346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrSUHtnUGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wOLAv32iUO4/s400/pxzZ39wV--_eiSNqNXQqptDPin6klKp46PAVaoFIQXi60VNtLkkpBdegOiD7YXt3IoG6AkVhL9B77wuR-Dra4pD5-Ga9k-cSksup0g3wER5mK2bxuWZSgIoa9qPlgjAqN36bxNdHAEXc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;la pureza es aquello que nos rodea,como una moneda en la nada,un brillo en un pozo, un rayo del sol en la luna,un crater de fuego o una rosa de cristal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-1982850443478337415?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/1982850443478337415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-pureza.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/1982850443478337415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/1982850443478337415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-pureza.html' title='la pureza'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrSUHtnUGnI/AAAAAAAAAD0/wOLAv32iUO4/s72-c/pxzZ39wV--_eiSNqNXQqptDPin6klKp46PAVaoFIQXi60VNtLkkpBdegOiD7YXt3IoG6AkVhL9B77wuR-Dra4pD5-Ga9k-cSksup0g3wER5mK2bxuWZSgIoa9qPlgjAqN36bxNdHAEXc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-3440149051705040604</id><published>2009-09-18T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T05:16:14.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrN2ju6KgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/OL3QHh0-qxk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382776335897363074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrN2ju6KgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/OL3QHh0-qxk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como dicen por ai  "La vida es un sueño y los sueños sueños son"       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alla donde nadie llego en otra galaxia quiza los sueños se agan realidad.Alla en la cumbre de la paz se esconde un corazon de hielo que en otra epoca brillaba goteando mientras que sus ciudadanos pasaban de largo,pero una bez lla casi erido hecho el ultimo aliento,ese aliento era helado,lleno de pureza esparciendose por todo el cielo nublado.Ese aliento izo la paz en todos formando una reluciente paloma que aun podemos ver reflejada en nuestros corazones que nunca olbidaron aquel otro.Entre la bentisca aun se sige viendo ese hielo erido por la humanidad que paso de el,asi fue como ese corazon se helo.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-3440149051705040604?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3440149051705040604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-suenos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3440149051705040604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3440149051705040604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-suenos.html' title='los sueños'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrN2ju6KgoI/AAAAAAAAADc/OL3QHh0-qxk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-3603709326768987849</id><published>2009-09-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:10:51.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrJALe5r6zI/AAAAAAAAADU/J5b_not2l4A/s1600-h/20070822klpingtcn_102_Ies_SCO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382435070678919986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrJALe5r6zI/AAAAAAAAADU/J5b_not2l4A/s400/20070822klpingtcn_102_Ies_SCO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quien sabe si estan debago de una roca o dentro de una cueva los minerales.Los minerales son como los amigos que son como las estrellas,aunque no los veas siempre estan ai.Siempre estubieron contigo cuando los necesitabas,siempre estaban cuando  tampoco los necesitabas,siempre estaban ai:con tigo y solo con tigo,tu con ellod y solo tu,todos con el  y solo con el,tenias todos los momentos que querias, ellos cumplian tus sueños como tucumplias los sullos, te los pidieran o no te los pidieran tu los cumplias, compartiais todos buestros deseos que no contastes nunca antes a nadie como ellos compartian los sullos con tigo y todos erais felizes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-3603709326768987849?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/3603709326768987849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3603709326768987849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/3603709326768987849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/los-amigos.html' title='los amigos'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrJALe5r6zI/AAAAAAAAADU/J5b_not2l4A/s72-c/20070822klpingtcn_102_Ies_SCO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2982009848992381009</id><published>2009-09-17T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:51:52.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrI82SzVLAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NdFjZAD7cJo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382431408118901762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrI82SzVLAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NdFjZAD7cJo/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; La alegria es como una fiesta que se celevra con el primer rayo de sol que sale por las colinas iluminando las el valle de la tristeza y puliendolo poco a poco subterranea mente.Es como la cara mas bella por detras de una mascara de oro y bañada con el agua mas pura que existe en todas las galaksias y rebañada en la plata recubierta de rubi anque no la puedas llebar de tanta felizidad mas la tulla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2982009848992381009?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2982009848992381009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/alegria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2982009848992381009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2982009848992381009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/alegria.html' title='alegria'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrI82SzVLAI/AAAAAAAAADM/NdFjZAD7cJo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-8624960503442598818</id><published>2009-09-17T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T06:06:29.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrIxkNu_aFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FghAw05ADHE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382419002892970066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrIxkNu_aFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FghAw05ADHE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Veo la meta de mi soledad.Soy el primero y ala vez el ultimo, por eso se llama soledad;porque cuano cres que todo va bien te dejan solo.¿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Donde estas hermana de  mi juventud?¿por que me dejaste en este punto en el que se te come la desesperacion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;¿por que en donde te exprimes de sufrimiento?No me importa como seas:no me importa que seas espiritu,fantasma, angel,diablo,pero contestame.  &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/5857268000460251045-8624960503442598818?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/8624960503442598818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-soledad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8624960503442598818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/8624960503442598818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/09/la-soledad.html' title='la soledad'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SrIxkNu_aFI/AAAAAAAAADE/FghAw05ADHE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-6541844639898083002</id><published>2009-08-19T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T06:32:07.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la pompa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sov8fmR6J2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7whGLPZXgq4/s1600-h/Pompas_de_jabon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371664600351254370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sov8fmR6J2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7whGLPZXgq4/s400/Pompas_de_jabon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Brillan las pompas tanto como el azar,  con tanta fuerza como la paz,tan grandes como el amor, numerosas como la pureza, tan agiles como un lobo en la media noche, tan redondas como el sol que brilla tanto como las pompas, con tanta fuerza como ellas, tan grande como la paz, con los rallos tan numerosos como la pureza, y tan agil como le noche.&lt;/span&gt;      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-6541844639898083002?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6541844639898083002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-pompa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6541844639898083002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6541844639898083002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-pompa.html' title='la pompa'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sov8fmR6J2I/AAAAAAAAAC0/7whGLPZXgq4/s72-c/Pompas_de_jabon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5038835698348453039</id><published>2009-08-15T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:06:27.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cielo infernal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SobMe8WYG2I/AAAAAAAAACs/NGEnLXmEq3s/s1600-h/Puesta+de+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370204437654018914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SobMe8WYG2I/AAAAAAAAACs/NGEnLXmEq3s/s400/Puesta+de+sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roja como el infierno estaba oy la noche, azul como el cielo estaba mi corazon.Esta tarde tu eres mi pensamiento que transmite mi interior de hielo con tu pensamiento de fuego ardiente que me calienta por dentro  como enfria el viento.Ese es mi pensamiento que real mente siento por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5038835698348453039?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5038835698348453039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/08/cielo-infernal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5038835698348453039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5038835698348453039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/08/cielo-infernal.html' title='cielo infernal'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SobMe8WYG2I/AAAAAAAAACs/NGEnLXmEq3s/s72-c/Puesta+de+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-6639302869029074049</id><published>2009-07-26T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T07:26:26.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mundo tricolor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Smxkv-loHfI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tEH2QkWKNk/s1600-h/PICT0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362772031708863986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Smxkv-loHfI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tEH2QkWKNk/s400/PICT0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mundo tricolor,completo de ilusion,lleno de alegria y tristeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grande y alavez pequeño,un mundo en el que yo me crie,que crece cada nohce y por el dia desaparece en tu imajinacion.Asi fue mi sueño que haora es realidad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-6639302869029074049?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6639302869029074049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundo-tricolor.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6639302869029074049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6639302869029074049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/mundo-tricolor.html' title='mundo tricolor'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Smxkv-loHfI/AAAAAAAAACk/2tEH2QkWKNk/s72-c/PICT0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-509321466651747961</id><published>2009-07-25T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T09:55:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rocas de pura pureza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sms433ufRaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7uU3lRIi-I/s1600-h/Canyon_SnapShot_0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362442313817605538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sms433ufRaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7uU3lRIi-I/s400/Canyon_SnapShot_0078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Contra rocas los mineros son unos groseros y por si fuera poco oro querer encontrar.Pero es que no conocen la belleza de la naturaleza. Nisiquiera aprovechar un buen dia de descanso. Pero esque asi es la vida;llena de chiflados que ricos quieren ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-509321466651747961?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/509321466651747961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/rocas-de-pura-pureza.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/509321466651747961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/509321466651747961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/rocas-de-pura-pureza.html' title='rocas de pura pureza'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sms433ufRaI/AAAAAAAAACI/-7uU3lRIi-I/s72-c/Canyon_SnapShot_0078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-6335916821129714525</id><published>2009-07-15T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:14:09.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el  elegido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sl5fWzFlbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/h61FzKSvcUo/s1600-h/hzas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358825451892862242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sl5fWzFlbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/h61FzKSvcUo/s400/hzas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#33cc00"&gt;Eres el elejido, el universo te elijio,oy tu entraras  y en el pasado te meteras. Este es el mundo en el que aprenderas que el presente es importante pero el pasado puede ser mas.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;Todas las estrellas te an elejido, haora brillan mas por todo el amor que les das.&lt;/font&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/5857268000460251045-6335916821129714525?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/6335916821129714525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-elegido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6335916821129714525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/6335916821129714525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-elegido.html' title='el  elegido'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Sl5fWzFlbSI/AAAAAAAAABw/h61FzKSvcUo/s72-c/hzas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-7854991381582261472</id><published>2009-07-14T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:54:49.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un pequeño monologo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzRsQ-icfI/AAAAAAAAABo/iFIqGjTpKzQ/s1600-h/hhihhhih.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358388215065768434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzRsQ-icfI/AAAAAAAAABo/iFIqGjTpKzQ/s400/hhihhhih.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;¿Porque llamarlas pajinas blancas si no estan en blanco? ademas ¿se puede ablar con un telefono de piedra. Y no entiendo porque salir de escursion cuando tienes la ventana al lado. Pero ai es cuando la palmas, porque empieza la tegnica de los padres. Pues higo las paginas blancas se llaman asi porque son blancas con letras negras y el telefono es gris pero no de piedra, ademas, la entana esta sucia asi que... ala a dar una buelta.&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/5857268000460251045-7854991381582261472?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/7854991381582261472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-pequeno-monologo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/7854991381582261472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/7854991381582261472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-pequeno-monologo.html' title='un pequeño monologo'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzRsQ-icfI/AAAAAAAAABo/iFIqGjTpKzQ/s72-c/hhihhhih.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5623216608412292003</id><published>2009-07-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:33:11.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>letra del nuevo Melendi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzOAAUb7XI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-axQJFuEzs/s1600-h/kikiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358384156145085810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzOAAUb7XI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-axQJFuEzs/s400/kikiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Comida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letra del nuevo Meledi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boi, caminando entre pizzas, con pausas para cenar; procurando no acer ruido bestia al jamar. Como lonchas de jamones nos comemos los bombones, que qudaron en la caja de entre los tazones, aai, de entre los tazones, aai.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5623216608412292003?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5623216608412292003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/letra-del-nuevo-melendi.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5623216608412292003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5623216608412292003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/letra-del-nuevo-melendi.html' title='letra del nuevo Melendi'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlzOAAUb7XI/AAAAAAAAABg/H-axQJFuEzs/s72-c/kikiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5279338795735895029</id><published>2009-07-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:37:32.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amor nacido, amor muerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SluJnQghV2I/AAAAAAAAABY/l2EspSr1Mr4/s1600-h/bebes-casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358027489226610530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SluJnQghV2I/AAAAAAAAABY/l2EspSr1Mr4/s400/bebes-casal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;El dia en que te vi me bolbi loco por ti, y aun reserbo las cicatrices de los besos de aquellos tiempos. Aun recuerdo la pelicula en blanco y negro, aun recuerdo aquel pequeñuelo con un negrosombrero. Aun recuerdo el sabor del regaliz de aquellos sesenta, aun recuerdo el dia que nos fuimos de escursion, con tindas de campaña en un rebullon, aun recuerdo el dia en que corrimos tras el tren y las campañuenas tintineaban bajo el sol,  pero el recuerdo de perderte cadabez me de mas dolor&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/5857268000460251045-5279338795735895029?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5279338795735895029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-nacido-amor-muerto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5279338795735895029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5279338795735895029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/amor-nacido-amor-muerto.html' title='amor nacido, amor muerto'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SluJnQghV2I/AAAAAAAAABY/l2EspSr1Mr4/s72-c/bebes-casal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-414196317661032619</id><published>2009-07-13T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:20:57.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr65ouRDeI/AAAAAAAAABM/rKZqrGd3NKU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357870574801587682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr65ouRDeI/AAAAAAAAABM/rKZqrGd3NKU/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abeces te parecera que un niño como yo aga estas poesias, pero es lo que mas me guasta acer y lo mas entretenidoque tengo en este pueblajo, solo tienes que inspirarte en tu imaginacion y pensar con el alma suabe.Yo diria que es mejor en montañas con el canto de los pajaros o en la playa con el ruido de las olas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-414196317661032619?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/414196317661032619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/abeces-te-parecera-que-un-nino-como-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/414196317661032619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/414196317661032619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/abeces-te-parecera-que-un-nino-como-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr65ouRDeI/AAAAAAAAABM/rKZqrGd3NKU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-2673758699657391478</id><published>2009-07-13T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T02:11:34.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi bola de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr4q3atdTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m4tGsRBk2H0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357868122024801586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr4q3atdTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m4tGsRBk2H0/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oy tu ruedas como luces,oy tu luces como  anochece,oy anochece tan rapido como buelas en mi mente,pero... oy tu eres mi bola de cristal y te dare todo lo que pueda por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-2673758699657391478?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/2673758699657391478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-bola-de-cristal.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2673758699657391478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/2673758699657391478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-bola-de-cristal.html' title='mi bola de cristal'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slr4q3atdTI/AAAAAAAAABE/m4tGsRBk2H0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-609592293413344351</id><published>2009-07-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:56:15.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los gatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slpado6OprI/AAAAAAAAAAs/10QNfJyZuoE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357694171954980530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slpado6OprI/AAAAAAAAAAs/10QNfJyZuoE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soy Victor Garcia soy un criajo de 8 años y amante de los gatos. Los gatos me atraen, mi filete les atrae,mi filete lo compra mi madre y os aseguro que en mi pueblo cuesta unas perras.Tambien os asegoro que tengo alma de gato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-609592293413344351?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/609592293413344351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-gatos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/609592293413344351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/609592293413344351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/los-gatos.html' title='los gatos'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/Slpado6OprI/AAAAAAAAAAs/10QNfJyZuoE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-585749342825163269</id><published>2009-07-12T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:44:33.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chapuzon a la madre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;El domingo 12 de Julio se celebra una fiesta en un rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlpXUkeMHyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/42zG2XcvTZ4/s1600-h/Rio%2520Dinamarca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357690717609926434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlpXUkeMHyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/42zG2XcvTZ4/s400/Rio%2520Dinamarca.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;cualquieraque trata en tirarte al agua ydecirle a la madre que te de la mano para subir. Entonces es cuando le tiras al agua.Que facil es undirse en la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;benganza para una madre.&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/5857268000460251045-585749342825163269?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/585749342825163269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapuzon-la-madre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/585749342825163269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/585749342825163269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/chapuzon-la-madre.html' title='chapuzon a la madre'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlpXUkeMHyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/42zG2XcvTZ4/s72-c/Rio%2520Dinamarca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-4824102232885915300</id><published>2009-07-12T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:48:30.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>velero blanco como la luna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnLQ7xbLPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YHab9lNYsd8/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357536723517254898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnLQ7xbLPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YHab9lNYsd8/s400/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Una vez un pobre viejo que decidio vivir el resto de su vida en un pequeño velero con un gato.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;El gato era negro con unos ojos verdes y parecia ser tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De pronto el viejo noto su fin y sus ultimas palabras fueron: "velero blanco como la luna, salva al gatito de esta gran laguna.&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/5857268000460251045-4824102232885915300?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/4824102232885915300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/velero-blanco-como-la-luna.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4824102232885915300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/4824102232885915300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/velero-blanco-como-la-luna.html' title='velero blanco como la luna'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnLQ7xbLPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/YHab9lNYsd8/s72-c/054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5857268000460251045.post-5905121432357044803</id><published>2009-07-12T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:30:35.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la rosa de los pirineos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnIOL3hltI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsN4YRutHg/s1600-h/chocolate_1_noche_medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357533377763317458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnIOL3hltI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsN4YRutHg/s400/chocolate_1_noche_medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres como la niebe tan blanca como el azar, erescomo el agua que ayudo a miles de campos,eres como un remolino tan dulce como la miel, pero sobre todo: eres como la rosa que plante tras los pirineos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5857268000460251045-5905121432357044803?l=victorelpoeta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/feeds/5905121432357044803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-rosa-de-los-pirineos.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5905121432357044803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5857268000460251045/posts/default/5905121432357044803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://victorelpoeta.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-rosa-de-los-pirineos.html' title='la rosa de los pirineos'/><author><name>Víctor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00450359455525461747</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/_HBnwxZex8iU/SlnIOL3hltI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vqsN4YRutHg/s72-c/chocolate_1_noche_medium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
