<?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-6326965290765590840</id><updated>2012-02-13T13:40:36.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariposa Traicionera</title><subtitle type='html'>¡Jornada de puertas abiertas en mi corazón!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6805324027025696545</id><published>2012-02-13T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T13:40:36.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que bonito es el sonido del silencio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*¿Por qué siempre me dejas sin palabras?*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Porque los silencios lo dicen todo. Me dicen que te quiero volver a ver según cierro los ojos, que te sueño cada noche. Me dicen que eres y serás mío.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Tus silencios me acarician el alma, gritándome miles de te quiero."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8h2dRvcLLg/TzmDNRL8oMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k5HR5Y59IiQ/s1600/DSC01593L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8h2dRvcLLg/TzmDNRL8oMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k5HR5Y59IiQ/s320/DSC01593L.jpg" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-6805324027025696545?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6805324027025696545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-bonito-es-el-sonido-del-silencio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6805324027025696545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6805324027025696545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/que-bonito-es-el-sonido-del-silencio.html' title='Que bonito es el sonido del silencio.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c8h2dRvcLLg/TzmDNRL8oMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/k5HR5Y59IiQ/s72-c/DSC01593L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-3573494435401430600</id><published>2012-02-07T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T12:26:25.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tic Tac...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Muérdete la lengua puta. Envenénate con tu saliva de culebra. Arpía rastrera, ¿te aprovechas del dolor ajeno? ¿Y pretendes salir victoriosa? Acabarás como lo que eres. Pretendes robar lo que es mío, pero tengo algo que tú, querida, &amp;nbsp;no tienes. Mi encanto que puede contigo y con tus trapos sucios. Nunca te abriré las puertas para dejarte entrar en mi vida, tendrás que luchar y romper puertas de hierro. Tendré todo aquello que Tú no tienes, por aprovechada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fuck you. Soledad"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-3573494435401430600?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/3573494435401430600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/tic-tac.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3573494435401430600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3573494435401430600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/tic-tac.html' title='Tic Tac...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6986084121766757616</id><published>2012-02-04T02:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T02:34:26.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken hearted girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Puede que la vida lo haya querido así, pero la vida está hecha para combatirla y para pelear contra ella. Para morder la rabia, para llorar de impotencia y luego dejar que todo suceda. Para que los hechos se te escapen como agua entre las manos y tú te quedes ahí mirando como el presente se convierte en pasado y personas se convierten en recuerdos de sonrisas que no vuelven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"No seré la chica del corazón roto que deja todo suceder."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXmUYdOVJtc&amp;amp;ob=av2e"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JXmUYdOVJtc&amp;amp;ob=av2e&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6986084121766757616?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6986084121766757616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken-hearted-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6986084121766757616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6986084121766757616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/02/broken-hearted-girl.html' title='Broken hearted girl'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-2700838504801798656</id><published>2012-01-28T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:56:22.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Hell...!</title><content type='html'>Arderé en el puto infierno, si las llamas tienen sabor a ti. Si las torturas me las hacen tus manos y tus ojos sean espinas sobre mí. Ardería hasta ser cenizas de una persona olvidada. Ardería solo porque tú me quemaras a fuego lento, fundiéndome, perdiéndome en cada nivel de tu calor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Préndeme fuego con tus labios de hielo..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-np_9Wo17UpQ/TyQaj2gWVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/h0DdR_02Nvc/s1600/Modo+auto,+luz+natural,+aumento+de+sombras+y+%C3%A1reas+resaltadas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-np_9Wo17UpQ/TyQaj2gWVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/h0DdR_02Nvc/s320/Modo+auto,+luz+natural,+aumento+de+sombras+y+%C3%A1reas+resaltadas.jpg" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-2700838504801798656?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/2700838504801798656/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2700838504801798656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2700838504801798656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/dear-hell.html' title='Dear Hell...!'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-np_9Wo17UpQ/TyQaj2gWVVI/AAAAAAAAACs/h0DdR_02Nvc/s72-c/Modo+auto,+luz+natural,+aumento+de+sombras+y+%C3%A1reas+resaltadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-4490997087416542583</id><published>2012-01-24T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:42:26.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Con dedicatoria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Te duele? Es por que todavía te importa. Esa indiferencia que me aplasta el corazón y que no lo deja respirar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Por qué te fuiste así sin más&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- porque no podía.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-escusas. ¿No podías el que? Eso me duele, le duele a mi corazón y a mi orgullo. Yo siempre he podido ¿Por qué tú no? Te echo de menos ¿sabes? Si, siempre hay un motivo para recordarte, Joder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Lo siento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Más lo siento yo y sigo aquí con las manos y el corazón vacíos de ti. Me da rabia que seas débil y que arrastres por lo tanto todas sus consecuencias, arrastrando mi corazón.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esto va para ti imbécil. Sí sabes quien eres y quien soy yo y por qué lo escribo. Lo sabes joder, sabes que te echo de menos y te da igual.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-4490997087416542583?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/4490997087416542583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/con-dedicatoria.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4490997087416542583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4490997087416542583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/con-dedicatoria.html' title='Con dedicatoria.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-2191990292457388206</id><published>2012-01-16T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T06:51:07.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalles que marcan diferencia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puede ser que nunca encuentre unos labios más perfectos que aquellos que sirvieron de molde para muchos otros. ¿Por qué? Por que no tienen el mismo sabor, el mismo grosor... pero el detalle que más diferencia pone es la persona que te lo da. Su lengua tan tímida como la primera vez o sus manos cautas que pasean sus yemas dejando un recorrido nunca antes marcado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Los besos están hechos de detalles y no sólo de labios o saliva. Son consecuentes y antecedentes. Están hechos de caricias, de amor ( En la mayoría de los casos). Son la guinda del pastel. Incluso de una boda, éstas nunca se llevan a cabo si no hubo un beso al comienzo. Los besos son historias, son extremidad en cuerpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Los besos son el comienzo del amor o el final..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkts4ypu3TQ/TxQ5P_fkAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/yP4CjPbGQgM/s1600/vive-sexualidad-intensamente--300x380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkts4ypu3TQ/TxQ5P_fkAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/yP4CjPbGQgM/s320/vive-sexualidad-intensamente--300x380.jpg" width="252" /&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/6326965290765590840-2191990292457388206?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/2191990292457388206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/detalles-que-marcan-diferencia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2191990292457388206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2191990292457388206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/detalles-que-marcan-diferencia.html' title='Detalles que marcan diferencia.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lkts4ypu3TQ/TxQ5P_fkAgI/AAAAAAAAACk/yP4CjPbGQgM/s72-c/vive-sexualidad-intensamente--300x380.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-7450307373492843491</id><published>2012-01-13T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T07:20:35.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sus ojos estaban cansados, saturados de tristeza... Pero aún así la vida se alojaba en el brillo de aquellos ojos, ese brillo que alumbraba, como un faro en el infierno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ojos que predicaban libertad, que veían más allá del horizonte o de las paredes, ojos que veían alma, vida y muerte. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Ojos que ven sentimientos, donde las personas sólo han dejado olvido."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUqqa68eepQ/TxBLp9NfMiI/AAAAAAAAACc/rTAWgmRatTM/s1600/DSC00058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUqqa68eepQ/TxBLp9NfMiI/AAAAAAAAACc/rTAWgmRatTM/s320/DSC00058.JPG" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-7450307373492843491?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/7450307373492843491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/sus-ojos-estaban-cansados-saturados-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7450307373492843491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7450307373492843491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/sus-ojos-estaban-cansados-saturados-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HUqqa68eepQ/TxBLp9NfMiI/AAAAAAAAACc/rTAWgmRatTM/s72-c/DSC00058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-8551907106690287335</id><published>2012-01-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:28:26.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lo que el fuego quemó dejó cenizas llenas de vida pasada. Pero al fin y al cabo vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cenizas que usan tu perfume para hacerte renacer... Como el Ave&amp;nbsp;Fénix. Son cenizas que ni el viento ni mi voluntad se han querido llevar. Siguen ahí recordando que fuiste real y que los errores que cometimos, los cometimos juntos... y volvería a tropezar, contigo. Porque las cenizas son cachitos de ti y de mi, de los dos. Me niego a recoger las cenizas y echarlas al viento ¿Por qué? Porque el viento se las lleva, pero yo las vuelvo a encontrar, mientras paseo, mientras oigo música, mientras duermo y sueño con las lágrimas de San Lorenzo en algún lugar perdido...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las cenizas....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Me hablan de que algún día volverán a ser fuego"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5pzUB3uadk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u5pzUB3uadk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-8551907106690287335?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/8551907106690287335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/fire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8551907106690287335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8551907106690287335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/fire.html' title='Fire...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-4534983982341841357</id><published>2012-01-10T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:11:38.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfumes eternos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt; El&amp;nbsp;insomnio siempre brillará por tu ausencia... como cada noche mis pies volverán a sentir el frío de su soledad, y un poco más arriba unas manos que acarician sábanas llenas de ausencia, llenas de ti...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Siento haber despertado tu recuerdo, ahora me susurra palabras olvidadas por oídos que no oyen sino latidos de pérdida... Latidos que bombean momentos de perfumes eternos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Ahora las lágrimas, me recuerdan los errores que cometo cada noche, al despertarte."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZpWFfSpBXc/TwyzTgCtOaI/AAAAAAAAACU/71pRB7am7mo/s1600/Enfoque+de+cerca%252C+modo+auto%252C+flash%252C+aumento+de+sombras+y+exposicion.+sepia..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZpWFfSpBXc/TwyzTgCtOaI/AAAAAAAAACU/71pRB7am7mo/s320/Enfoque+de+cerca%252C+modo+auto%252C+flash%252C+aumento+de+sombras+y+exposicion.+sepia..jpg" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-4534983982341841357?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/4534983982341841357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfumes-eternos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4534983982341841357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4534983982341841357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/perfumes-eternos.html' title='Perfumes eternos.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bZpWFfSpBXc/TwyzTgCtOaI/AAAAAAAAACU/71pRB7am7mo/s72-c/Enfoque+de+cerca%252C+modo+auto%252C+flash%252C+aumento+de+sombras+y+exposicion.+sepia..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-1589681122298543743</id><published>2012-01-09T11:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:03:57.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Te cambio mis mañanas por todas tus noches. Late dentro de mi... Se mi corazón, y te lo regalo todo, a cambio de que formes parte de mi, siempre. Te regalo cada amanecer, cada sonrisa, cada lágrima, cada mirada Te regalo mis sueños, mi vida. Esta noche dormirás por siempre entre cuatro paredes rojas, llenas de grietas, pero resistentes...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Esta noche dormirás por siempre en mi corazón..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2tM23DDR0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0J2tM23DDR0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-1589681122298543743?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/1589681122298543743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1589681122298543743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1589681122298543743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-8265372517556806695</id><published>2012-01-06T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T13:50:46.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan rápido como eso.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; No son nudos en la garganta, sino pedacitos de recuerdos que se nos atragantan, casi al mismo tiempo que cuando se nos mete la nostalgia en los ojos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Casi al mismo tiempo de cuando te recuerdo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-8265372517556806695?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/8265372517556806695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/tan-rapido-como-eso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8265372517556806695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8265372517556806695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/tan-rapido-como-eso.html' title='Tan rápido como eso.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-5096104537024262277</id><published>2012-01-02T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T04:03:49.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pueden darse por aludidos... o no.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; Amigos en la Tierra... y en el infierno, fidelidad hasta el infinito, o ¿Debería decir hasta en la eternidad? Amigos que no conocen medidas de tiempo para cumplir con su deber. Amigos que a pesar del tiempo, distancia y otros factores mas terrenales siempre serán amigos, en la gloria y en el fracaso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Son los culpables de que siempre tenga una razón para seguir, para volver o para recordar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Son mi&amp;nbsp;hálito vital, son razón de ser, de mí ser."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-5096104537024262277?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/5096104537024262277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/pueden-darse-por-aludidos-o-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/5096104537024262277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/5096104537024262277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2012/01/pueden-darse-por-aludidos-o-no.html' title='Pueden darse por aludidos... o no.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-7375283903241418237</id><published>2011-12-24T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T01:00:09.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qué solo debía de sentirse allí sólo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Luchando consigo mismo..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mMOcWe908k/TvWSfmVOFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/kNcxeRrzwlU/s1600/paisajes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mMOcWe908k/TvWSfmVOFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/kNcxeRrzwlU/s320/paisajes1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Como siempre demostrándole a la vida que es fuerte y que a pesar de todo sigue luchando. Como una vez leí en tablones de sentimientos, ¿Qué es de un guerrero de la luz, sin haberse encontrado en la oscuridad?&amp;nbsp;Enfrentándose&amp;nbsp;una vez más a su lado oscuro. Todos libraremos batallas entre nuestra parte más fría y calculadora contra todo aquello por lo que hace especial cada momento o cada decisión. Una vez más nos encontraremos entre la batalla eterna, de nuestros amigos inseparables.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Primer asalto: Corazón 1 - Razón 0&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Una vez más descubriendo las maravillas de la puerta oscura.&lt;/i&gt;&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/6326965290765590840-7375283903241418237?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/7375283903241418237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-solo-debia-de-sentirse-alli-solo.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7375283903241418237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7375283903241418237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/que-solo-debia-de-sentirse-alli-solo.html' title='Qué solo debía de sentirse allí sólo...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mMOcWe908k/TvWSfmVOFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/kNcxeRrzwlU/s72-c/paisajes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-7221282117190447496</id><published>2011-12-21T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:22:22.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soplos de aire fresco...</title><content type='html'>Querido diario:&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A veces siento (quizás es una locura) que me sopla al oído como lo hacía. Le siento en el viento, cuando me da en la cara, sé que son sus caricias, que él me las manda desde lo mas alto. Al fin y al cabo son caricias pero menos físicas, son sus caricias hechas viento, lo sé, estaré loca pero hay cosas que la razón no entiende... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;" Y que el corazón mas sabio, siente"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRGpe7xGXs/TvJN8YJ7gmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bE3XBzFxDJg/s1600/SDC17686.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRGpe7xGXs/TvJN8YJ7gmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bE3XBzFxDJg/s320/SDC17686.JPG" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-7221282117190447496?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/7221282117190447496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/soplos-de-aire-fresco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7221282117190447496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/7221282117190447496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/soplos-de-aire-fresco.html' title='Soplos de aire fresco...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zpRGpe7xGXs/TvJN8YJ7gmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bE3XBzFxDJg/s72-c/SDC17686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-8303870032272196632</id><published>2011-12-18T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T14:42:38.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hija de la noche.</title><content type='html'>De tanto estar en la oscuridad,me convertí en ella. Por el día la guardo en mi ojos y por la noche duermo junto a ella mientras me abraza y me susurra al oído: "Junto a mí la vida es mas bella."&lt;br /&gt;La oscuridad tiene miles de matices, de sombras. Pero lo más importante es que te tiene algo que el día no tiene. Te tiene a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"Mi sombra preferida entre todas ellas."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYgvMGz_kUg/Tu5rpSG4G_I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4HG3JEkxPQ/s1600/cuentos-de-terror-cortos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYgvMGz_kUg/Tu5rpSG4G_I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4HG3JEkxPQ/s320/cuentos-de-terror-cortos.jpg" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-8303870032272196632?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/8303870032272196632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/hija-de-la-noche.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8303870032272196632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8303870032272196632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/hija-de-la-noche.html' title='Hija de la noche.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XYgvMGz_kUg/Tu5rpSG4G_I/AAAAAAAAABw/x4HG3JEkxPQ/s72-c/cuentos-de-terror-cortos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-2473734421574009059</id><published>2011-12-14T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T13:49:30.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Querida Ausencia:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Podrás volver tantas veces como una canción me haga recordarte. Volverás cada vez que te vea en los ojos de aquellos que también te padecen. Volverás, con tu maldito efecto bumerán, directa a mis ojos y una vez más, con lágrimas amargas como disfraz. Tú, mi querida Ausencia,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Compañera de invierno... de vida y de silencios."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-2473734421574009059?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/2473734421574009059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/absence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2473734421574009059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2473734421574009059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/absence.html' title='Absence'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-3865124384011410880</id><published>2011-12-13T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:54:16.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 a.m.</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Hay silencios que llevan subtítulos, que predican tu nombre, y perfumes que huelen a ausencia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKr7JXjoe0M/Tues5Wz0clI/AAAAAAAAABo/p02-iVMX-_c/s1600/S8000068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKr7JXjoe0M/Tues5Wz0clI/AAAAAAAAABo/p02-iVMX-_c/s320/S8000068.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6326965290765590840-3865124384011410880?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/3865124384011410880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-am.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3865124384011410880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3865124384011410880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/2-am.html' title='2 a.m.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sKr7JXjoe0M/Tues5Wz0clI/AAAAAAAAABo/p02-iVMX-_c/s72-c/S8000068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6202385319159472872</id><published>2011-12-12T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:34:46.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A mi querido viento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Una vez me dijeron que el viento solo servía para destrozar y ensuciar las cosas, una opinión de la cual discrepo. El viento ayuda a pensar, a quitar las nubes de tu corazón. El viento me susurra palabras del pasado, recuerdos que se han olvidado, el viento me ayuda a recordar, a recordarte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Me trae trocitos de tu ausencia, trocitos de ti, para recordarme de que fuiste real, y que alguna vez estuviste aquí conmigo, en carne y hueso. Ahora me trae palabras, que se las llevó en su momento y me las devuelve.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;El viento es la libertad, y la sensación de paz,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"es mi&amp;nbsp;álbum de fotos invisibles."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzeesBGA7t0/TuYfDdtcilI/AAAAAAAAABg/6zf-Ycdkt18/s1600/Viento.sized.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzeesBGA7t0/TuYfDdtcilI/AAAAAAAAABg/6zf-Ycdkt18/s320/Viento.sized.jpg" width="320" /&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/6326965290765590840-6202385319159472872?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6202385319159472872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/mi-querido-viento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6202385319159472872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6202385319159472872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/mi-querido-viento.html' title='A mi querido viento.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzeesBGA7t0/TuYfDdtcilI/AAAAAAAAABg/6zf-Ycdkt18/s72-c/Viento.sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6155283169736319885</id><published>2011-12-08T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:24:40.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicada a La Sombra del Viento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Este es un mundo de sombras, Lector, y la magia es un bien escaso. ¿Que es de nosotros sin la magia? Ya no la magia de trucos e ilusiones, la magia diaria, la que se ve en los ojos y la percibe el corazón. Que sería de nosotros, sin la magia del primer beso, o la del último. Sin la magia y la sensación de paz que tienes cuando ves anochecer y más tarde millones de estrellas te dan la bienvenida a la noche, tan mágica como oscura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sin la magia diaria, nosotros, los seres racionales, perderíamos mucho mas de lo que la razón nos podría dar. Se perdería la magia que tienen la caricias, la música, las miradas, las sonrisas y las lágrimas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Sin la magia diaria, el humano encontraría otra razón, para volver a ser un animal más"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6155283169736319885?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6155283169736319885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedicada-la-sombra-del-viento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6155283169736319885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6155283169736319885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/dedicada-la-sombra-del-viento.html' title='Dedicada a La Sombra del Viento'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-1102685355148204322</id><published>2011-12-01T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T08:34:06.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posdata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Sé que duele, pero calma, el tiempo lo cura todo, el tiempo y la fuerza. Shh deja de llorar que se me embotan las ideas, y me&amp;nbsp;revienta&amp;nbsp;la cabeza. ¿Por qué te pones así? Es solo una herida más, después de tantas caídas, deberías haber aprendido como caer, para que doliera menos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Pd: Querido corazón, acuérdate de olvidar...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-1102685355148204322?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/1102685355148204322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/posdata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1102685355148204322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1102685355148204322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/12/posdata.html' title='Posdata.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-8571181558818138345</id><published>2011-11-29T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:59:32.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propongo un reto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olvidar el pasado y simplemente abandonarme a tu voluntad, dejando que cada caricia sirva de pasaje para tocar, una vez mas, el cielo, para sentir que llegamos a ese lugar donde solo las estrellas sean testigos de nuestros susurros y miradas, perdidos por la vida, con el único mapa de nuestras manos entrelazadas. Marcaremos con cada beso el modelo del siguiente y así hasta que el tiempo decida que está cansado de arrastrar el puntero a una nueva hora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Te reto a que sea la única y tú el único, en nuestros días..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-8571181558818138345?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/8571181558818138345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/propongo-un-reto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8571181558818138345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8571181558818138345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/propongo-un-reto.html' title='Propongo un reto'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-4650166684786916153</id><published>2011-11-28T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T13:00:57.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantas veces, que no me dan los dedos de una mano.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me he vuelto demasiado fuerte, como para llorar una vez mas. Por que tengo muchas razones para llorar pero solo me basta una para&amp;nbsp;sonreír. Podré caer tantas veces como besos te di, pero recordaré cuantas veces tus caricias me pertenecieron, y me servirán de mano, de apoyo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"para volverme a levantar y recordar como devolverle el brillo a mis ojos"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-4650166684786916153?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/4650166684786916153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/tantas-veces-que-no-me-dan-los-dedos-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4650166684786916153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/4650166684786916153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/tantas-veces-que-no-me-dan-los-dedos-de.html' title='Tantas veces, que no me dan los dedos de una mano.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6601520912168141319</id><published>2011-11-22T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T13:34:52.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bebamos por nosotras, sólo por nosotras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me bebo una coronita a tu salud, a nuestra salud. Propongo un brindis por nosotras y por nuestras vidas, por pertenecernos y por ser siempre bienvenidos a nuestros cotilleos íntimos. ¡Salud! ¡Dinero! y ¡Amistad! Y de lo último que nunca nos falte, ya que, el dinero como mismo viene se va, y la salud de nada te sirve si no tienes con quien disfrutarla. Brindemos, porque nuestra amistad dure y dure, como las pilas duracell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"¡Arriba, abajo, pal' centro y pa' dentro!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6601520912168141319?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6601520912168141319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/bebamos-por-nosotras-solo-por-nosotras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6601520912168141319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6601520912168141319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/bebamos-por-nosotras-solo-por-nosotras.html' title='Bebamos por nosotras, sólo por nosotras.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6690173868330943263</id><published>2011-11-21T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:20:22.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No me importa que día es, lo importante es que estas tú, hoy, aquí.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para qué recordar fechas, recordemos momentos. Me acuerdo de la noche en la playa, todos, Hablando, cantando, sonriendo, todos, como siempre hemos estado, ¿Te acuerdas del día? Yo no, me acuerdo del momento, de nuestros momentos. No digo que olvides todas las fechas, solo las menos importantes, ¿Que mas da un mes? ¿Teniendo toda la vida por delante? Que mas da la fecha, si sé que te tendré hasta que las fechas ya no sumen, si no que pasarán, alomejor sin darte cuenta, pero nosotros seguiremos estando, sumando momentos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"No importa si llegada la fecha no me acuerdo. Sé que estarás ahí para recordarme por qué es tan especial "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6690173868330943263?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6690173868330943263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-me-importa-que-dia-es-lo-importante.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6690173868330943263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6690173868330943263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-me-importa-que-dia-es-lo-importante.html' title='No me importa que día es, lo importante es que estas tú, hoy, aquí.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6347881337395345804</id><published>2011-11-17T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T11:34:24.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mientras miro las estrellas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Desde que veo las estrellas, sueño, desde que veo la Luna sueño, sueño contigo, con tus manos... con tus ojos, con tus labios, y si toda la noche me las paso mirando, toda la noche me las paso soñando contigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cada estrella es un recuerdo, un suspiro, una sonrisa. En cada estrella te imagino...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"cada estrella eres tú hecho brillo. "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6347881337395345804?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6347881337395345804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/mientras-miro-las-estrellas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6347881337395345804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6347881337395345804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/mientras-miro-las-estrellas.html' title='Mientras miro las estrellas.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-1721738529265768942</id><published>2011-11-15T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:35:34.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eres el lado dulce de mi vida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;La cucharada perfecta de azúcar que le faltaba a mi café.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Gracias por estar en mi vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Gracias a ti, dirás.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Creo... que gracias a los dos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Por encontrarnos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por encontrarnos y además por no fallarnos nunca. Por que somos !Yo para ti! !Tú para mí¡ !Y nosotros, para nosotros! Por que hay tantas copias en este mundo y tuve la suerte de encontrar el original... Gracias a la vida, &amp;nbsp;al destino o a las estrellas, por escribir tu llegada, por dejar que mi vida cambiara.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A quien sea, Gracias por devolverme el lado dulce de la vida. Que quizás no lo pedía, pero lo esperaba."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-1721738529265768942?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/1721738529265768942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/eres-el-lado-dulce-de-mi-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1721738529265768942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1721738529265768942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/eres-el-lado-dulce-de-mi-vida.html' title='Eres el lado dulce de mi vida.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-772124246428173615</id><published>2011-11-14T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T07:12:45.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bailemos un Tango.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bailando sola en un cuarto vacío, Imaginando que pisas mis pies, y sonríes pidiendo perdón. ¿Puede la soledad ocupar tu lugar? Esta noche le preguntaré, mientras bailo un tango de su mano.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Mientras imita tu sonrisa, a la vez que me pisa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-772124246428173615?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/772124246428173615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/bailemos-un-tango.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/772124246428173615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/772124246428173615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/bailemos-un-tango.html' title='Bailemos un Tango.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-334579314200118268</id><published>2011-11-12T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T03:39:42.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>así tan de repente, así tan especial.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tan de repente como llegan las estrellas, tan especial como cada amanecer, eres un complemento necesario para que los días sean mucho más recordados. Te echaba tanto de menos...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"Que ni los recuerdos, eran consuelo."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iHBY-qVKjI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iHBY-qVKjI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-334579314200118268?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/334579314200118268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/asi-tan-de-repente-asi-tan-especial.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/334579314200118268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/334579314200118268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/asi-tan-de-repente-asi-tan-especial.html' title='así tan de repente, así tan especial.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-9035774767130981055</id><published>2011-11-08T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T13:15:41.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-¿Podrías acompañarme a la&amp;nbsp;peregrinación del&amp;nbsp;camino de Santiago de Compostela? -Claro que podría, pero ¿Por qué?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Por que ese camino también es conocido como el camino de las estrellas...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Y creo que una de ellas se ha desviado"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&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/6326965290765590840-9035774767130981055?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/9035774767130981055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_08.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/9035774767130981055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/9035774767130981055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post_08.html' title=';)'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-6915774211073537314</id><published>2011-11-07T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T12:37:58.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camino de las estrellas, con tu recuerdo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Qué fácil era. pretérito, como siempre los mejores recuerdos, están escritos en pretéritos irreversibles. Como siempre... recuerdos que susurran al corazón, obligándolo a recordar. Recuerdos fáciles de rememorar y difíciles de omitir. Recuerdos, simples recuerdos, hechos con tinta de estrellas y letras de invisibles a la vista.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Leídos con el corazón"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZGl0CVzlc/TrhBfKdBNMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eCbkHSfjmsE/s1600/foto36_sistema.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZGl0CVzlc/TrhBfKdBNMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eCbkHSfjmsE/s320/foto36_sistema.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dónde era tan fácil llegar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-6915774211073537314?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/6915774211073537314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/camino-de-las-estrellas-con-tu-recuerdo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6915774211073537314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/6915774211073537314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/camino-de-las-estrellas-con-tu-recuerdo.html' title='Camino de las estrellas, con tu recuerdo.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZGl0CVzlc/TrhBfKdBNMI/AAAAAAAAAAk/eCbkHSfjmsE/s72-c/foto36_sistema.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-2539078523594084316</id><published>2011-11-06T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:13:05.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A pesar de todo, te echo de menos, como siempre. Siempre estás presente, más bien, omnipresente ya que la ausencia es la base de nuestra amistad. Pero aún así, solemos ser tan amigos como nunca lo dejamos de ser. Serán rachas en las que tu ausencia es mas notable, más tangible pero sobre todo más dolorosa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Me haces falta, una vez más."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-2539078523594084316?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/2539078523594084316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2539078523594084316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/2539078523594084316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-8180689907345504398</id><published>2011-11-03T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T11:37:45.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesión de chistes, el lado más divertido.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;STRESS: tu esposa está embarazada. TENSIÓN: tu amante está embarazada. PÁNICO: las dos están embarazadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dos amigos: — Mi mujer se pasa todas las noches de bar en bar... — Cuánto lo siento, ¿bebe mucho? — No, me busca...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;—Últimamente mi mujer es una fiera en la cama —¿Si? ¿Qué hace? —No deja ni que me le acerque.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;—¿Tu te sabes el chiste de la IDIOTA que dijo que no? —No...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Un cubano a otro: — Oye ¿tú sabes quien es Santa Claus? — Pues Papá Noé. — Pué mamá tampoco.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgba(10, 214, 250, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-8180689907345504398?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/8180689907345504398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/sesion-de-chistes-el-lado-mas-divertido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8180689907345504398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/8180689907345504398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/sesion-de-chistes-el-lado-mas-divertido.html' title='Sesión de chistes, el lado más divertido.'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-3171167458542962197</id><published>2011-11-02T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T13:48:55.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone like you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Alguien como tú..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Tan especial, como la vida misma. Tan igual a mí, como yo a ti, como si de simetría se tratara. Niñas mujeres que juegan a ser felices, en lugares mas reales que la segunda estrella a la derecha. Defectos que sacan sonrisas más falsas, como dos ojos tenemos. Grandes recuerdos, con valores mayores que la última gota de agua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-3171167458542962197?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/3171167458542962197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-like-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3171167458542962197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/3171167458542962197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/someone-like-you.html' title='Someone like you...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-1927304229836549541</id><published>2011-11-01T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:07:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set fire to the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Prendería fuego la lluvia por ti... Me quemaría en las mismas llamas del infierno, por que al volver me dieras la mano y me dijeras "Prepárate para descubrir el&amp;nbsp;paraíso". Construiría un castillo yo sola para poder destruirlo entre los dos... Te daría mi corazón si supiera que no lo cogerías con manos de mantequilla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Sin pensarlo dos veces lo haría"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&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/6326965290765590840-1927304229836549541?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/1927304229836549541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/set-fire-to-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1927304229836549541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1927304229836549541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/11/set-fire-to-rain.html' title='Set fire to the rain'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-1487615139310264507</id><published>2011-10-31T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T14:02:48.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Que dulce fue tenerte dentro....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y cada día un instante volver a pensar en ti...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Darte las buenas noches, como si estuvieras aquí, susurrando...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Te espero luego" como siempre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vojivGWhv84"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vojivGWhv84&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-1487615139310264507?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/1487615139310264507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/10/que-dulce-fue-tenerte-dentro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1487615139310264507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/1487615139310264507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/10/que-dulce-fue-tenerte-dentro.html' title='Que dulce fue tenerte dentro....'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326965290765590840.post-9103391275827776028</id><published>2011-10-31T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T12:49:47.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Han vuelto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoy, mis lágrimas vuelven a saber a ti... vuelven para recordarme que fuiste real y que nunca te has ido. Han vuelto. Como cada anochecer... sabiendo que de un momento a otro volverían, esperando su llegada. Han vuelto. Como el primer anuncio de navidad, pero con la soledad como regalo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Cada lágrima... es un alivio de tu ausencia..."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6326965290765590840-9103391275827776028?l=arual-lau.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/feeds/9103391275827776028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/10/han-vuelto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/9103391275827776028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326965290765590840/posts/default/9103391275827776028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arual-lau.blogspot.com/2011/10/han-vuelto.html' title='Han vuelto...'/><author><name>Arual-Lau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05740941075038932625</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='13' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-torcdnHNlFI/TrmcvT7kE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VOyKQnHVPt4/s220/4763625407_bba0481032.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
