<?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-1828147593344108567</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:59:54.665-07:00</updated><category term='Niña'/><category term='Duda'/><category term='arruina momentos'/><category term='Dedicado'/><category term='Poeta'/><category term='Te quiero'/><category term='Fieles'/><category term='11'/><category term='Sin compromiso...'/><category term='Egoísta'/><category term='Hola'/><category term='Gracias'/><category term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category term='Conversación Matutina'/><category term='Intercambio equivalente'/><category term='Promesa'/><category term='Mails'/><category term='Cediendo...'/><category term='Miel'/><category term='cambiando'/><category term='Celos'/><category term='extras'/><category term='Aló'/><category term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category term='Te amo'/><category term='La edad'/><category term='Pasado'/><category term='Canciones'/><category term='Profecía'/><category term='Dolor de cabeza'/><category term='Viaje'/><category term='&quot;No me casaré&quot;'/><category term='Plop'/><title type='text'>El poeta y la Niña de Papel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6885313554676398673</id><published>2009-07-07T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:54:56.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arruina momentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><title type='text'>Sigo aquí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USlD0PyZRa0/SlQzs9FmKkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Sv57OJ7vN8/s1600-h/tuyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USlD0PyZRa0/SlQzs9FmKkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Sv57OJ7vN8/s320/tuyo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355962704255658562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N: Duerme bien, estamos hablando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y: duerme bien, estamos soñándonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N: chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y: chau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N: te amo, eso es lo único que me hace débil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;     .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y: 117, eso es lo único que te hace fuerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;     .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;N: emm, no me he ido xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Y: oe xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;     malogrando el momento trágico.&lt;/span&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/1828147593344108567-6885313554676398673?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6885313554676398673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigo-aqui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6885313554676398673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6885313554676398673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/07/sigo-aqui.html' title='Sigo aquí'/><author><name>Ell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976692370717790002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_USlD0PyZRa0/SlQzs9FmKkI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1Sv57OJ7vN8/s72-c/tuyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-9151288009623692278</id><published>2009-07-06T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:37:26.431-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><title type='text'>No importa el hoy, sino el siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;N: ahhhh, recordé una canción que me hacer pensar en ti. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;     Bueno, con todas pienso en ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;      pero esta más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Y: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;No importa lo que digas hoy... igual me verás mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt; (8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;     qué hermosa locura... el amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-9151288009623692278?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/9151288009623692278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-importa-el-hoy-sino-el-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9151288009623692278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9151288009623692278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-importa-el-hoy-sino-el-siempre.html' title='No importa el hoy, sino el siempre'/><author><name>Ell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976692370717790002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-8042419183804148504</id><published>2009-05-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:40:43.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><title type='text'>Yo también quiero meter mano al blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N: escribe algo pa que yo vea XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; P:  Tonta =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-8042419183804148504?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8042419183804148504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-tambien-quiero-meter-mano-al-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8042419183804148504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8042419183804148504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-tambien-quiero-meter-mano-al-blog.html' title='Yo también quiero meter mano al blog'/><author><name>Ell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09976692370717790002</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5324907195182649282</id><published>2009-05-10T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:23:16.349-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11'/><title type='text'>Celebración anticipada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hoy te amo más que ayer y menos que mañana, pero eso ya no importa. Sólo importa que te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-5324907195182649282?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5324907195182649282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebracion-anticipada_10.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5324907195182649282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5324907195182649282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebracion-anticipada_10.html' title='Celebración anticipada'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5033172455787639316</id><published>2009-05-10T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:59:28.504-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cambiando'/><title type='text'>Previniendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N: mi papá dice que  parece que eso de la U me está haciendo bien jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:entonces no son los  efectos de la melosidad jajaja. En verdad estás más  hermosa. Repito mi juramento  hecho en el lejano 2008: SI encuentras al hombre ideal de carne y hueso eres libre" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Comic Sans MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero avísame una semana  antes para estar prevenido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N: Plop&lt;/span&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/1828147593344108567-5033172455787639316?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5033172455787639316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebracion-anticipada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5033172455787639316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5033172455787639316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebracion-anticipada.html' title='Previniendo'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-1765121302505339411</id><published>2009-05-06T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T15:59:58.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Kilometros que no quitan la miel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;09-04-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A varios cientos de kilómetros&lt;br /&gt;puede tu voz darme calor igual que un sol&lt;br /&gt;y siento como un cambio armónico&lt;br /&gt;va componiendo una canción en mi interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que seguir no suena lógico&lt;br /&gt;pero no olvido tu perfume mágico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;y este encuentro telefónico&lt;br /&gt;me ha recordado que estoy loco por ti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que todo el mundo cabe en el teléfono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;que no hay distancias grandes para nuestro amor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que todo es perfecto cuando te siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tan cerca aunque estes tan lejos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A varios cientos de kilómetros&lt;br /&gt;tiene un secreto que decirte mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;en cuanto cuelgues el teléfono&lt;br /&gt;se quedará pensando mi corazón&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tu POETA, en todos las países donde sea válido nuestro futuro matrimonio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-1765121302505339411?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1765121302505339411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/kilometros-que-no-quitan-la-miel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1765121302505339411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1765121302505339411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/kilometros-que-no-quitan-la-miel.html' title='Kilometros que no quitan la miel...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7369036741610074495</id><published>2009-05-06T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:00:18.378-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Mucho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P: Tal vez hoy que juegue futbol junto a la playa me ponga a contar la arena, o las gotas del mar, para  saber cuanto te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;29-03-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7369036741610074495?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7369036741610074495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/mucho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7369036741610074495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7369036741610074495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/mucho.html' title='Mucho'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-1386871268923242717</id><published>2009-05-06T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:00:28.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Meloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: "Bella al amananecer y sólo para mi.... Belleza de mujer.... ella todo me lo dio,,,, desde alma hasta la piel.... fue mi verso y mi papel.... es mi amiga y es mi amor... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;(Bella-Ricky Martin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;22-02-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-1386871268923242717?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1386871268923242717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/meloso.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1386871268923242717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Causa y Efecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;                                                                                                             08-02-2009&lt;br /&gt;Estaba dejándome estar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;oyendo el tiempo caer en los relojes de arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mirando un instante partir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y otro llegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;pensando en tu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Tu amor que viene y que va&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;siguiendo las estaciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;tu amor es causa y efecto de mis canciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;La vida cabe en un clic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;en un abrir y cerrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;en cualquier copo de avena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Se trata de distinguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lo que vale de lo que no vale la pena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Y a mí me vale con que me des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;poco más que nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;A mí me basta con una de tus miradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Pensando, estaba pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;por la ventana de aquel bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mirando a la gente afuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ir y venir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y juraría que te vi...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Pensando, estaba pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;por la ventana de aquel bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;mirando a la gente afuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;ir y venir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;y juraría que te vi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;aunque sé que estás&lt;br /&gt;a un año luz de mí&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyw7LQLBeFc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xyw7LQLBeFc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-5190689066474193598?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6064675724304448607</id><published>2009-05-06T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T20:49:13.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Viaje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;08-02-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Llévame al lugar de los sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; donde todos quieren llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; pasaré por un agujero y nadare en el flujo vital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Y unirme a tus sentimientos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; brindaste a mí este lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; juraste mi alimento y mi libertad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; De nacer, de nacer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Dos latidos guarda tu cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; cuéntame que puedo esperar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; malo o bueno deja que venga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; en tus brazos quiero estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Quiero ser, quiero estar, solo espero poder llegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; pon tus besos en mi cuerpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; que me hagan vibrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Ilusiones, decisiones, las que debes tomar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; deja transformar mi anhelo en una realidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ2bxC-4l7I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQ2bxC-4l7I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6064675724304448607?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6064675724304448607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/viaje.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6064675724304448607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6064675724304448607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/viaje.html' title='Viaje'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4642715174559676823</id><published>2009-05-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:01:44.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Tiempos tranquilos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;08-02-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tanto tiempo tranquilos en el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y ahora estar acá, en mares tan profundos ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Entras al verte tras mi mente diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Esas sensaciones que a mi cuerpo das&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hoy me hacen pensar que no quiero verte volar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Es el concepto entre tú y yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lo que confunde mi sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Déjame solo, un momento, en mi calma O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;llena el vacío tan profundo en mi alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuvkHR-CYZM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BuvkHR-CYZM&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-4642715174559676823?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4642715174559676823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiempos-tranquilos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4642715174559676823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4642715174559676823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiempos-tranquilos.html' title='Tiempos tranquilos'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-9009629730468343628</id><published>2009-05-06T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:01:53.359-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egoísta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fieles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>MIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: TU hombre de papel. Llámame como desees, solo recuerdas poner el MI por delante. (Ejem. MI TONTO ) jajaja, TUYO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31-01-2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-9009629730468343628?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/9009629730468343628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/mio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9009629730468343628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9009629730468343628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/mio.html' title='MIO'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3231007748004094983</id><published>2009-05-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:02:02.270-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Amor y extras</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: El que tu cuello sea una zona sensible me hace sentir un gran alivio porque en un futuro tendré un lugar fácil de donde somerterte en cualquier lugar (jojojo), no soy un depravado sexual pero respeto el acto en sí no sólo por su función procreadora sino por las ENDORFINAS que libera y la salud que transmite a la vida de cada uno (he leido niña, no te estoy metiendo cuento), el sexo no es lo primordial en una relación (eso está por demás sabido) pero no soy de mente cerrada y sinceramente no me importaría que iniciemos antes o después del matrimonio (eso depende de ti). Por cierto el tema era el amor... no sé qué hago hablando de sexo jajaja..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;31-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-3231007748004094983?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3231007748004094983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-y-extras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3231007748004094983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3231007748004094983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor-y-extras.html' title='Amor y extras'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6506746411922554755</id><published>2009-05-06T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:02:36.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promesa'/><title type='text'>Por siempre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: TE AMO POETA, y te amaré hasta que seas un viejito gruñón y mires a jovencitas en vez de mi jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;31-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6506746411922554755?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6506746411922554755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6506746411922554755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6506746411922554755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/por-siempre.html' title='Por siempre...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-2532725110601413852</id><published>2009-05-06T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:02:46.753-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intercambio equivalente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Intercambio equivalente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: ya sabes, mi alma es toda tuya y está ahí a tu lado. Yo ando con la tuya de paseo, para que tome airecito jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;24-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-2532725110601413852?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2532725110601413852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/intercambio-equivalente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2532725110601413852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2532725110601413852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/intercambio-equivalente.html' title='Intercambio equivalente'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-8811797171340873496</id><published>2009-05-06T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:02:57.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Sí hay dudas, pero más amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;P:Si aún los superhéroes dudan de su futuro y los guionistas de la serie dudan de la continuadidad del programa y aún la audencia duda de si continuarán con otra temporada. Disculpa si yo me atreví a dudar hoy de nuestro futuro, sé que tú lo haces también, por eso estoy más tranquilo, después de todo, somos humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Your. Poeta. In love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: arial;"&gt;Si sólo me amaras un segundo en la vida, congelaría todos los relojes para vivir sólo ese momento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ya lo sabes, si algún día vez por la calle a alguien con estas características, no dudes en llamarla por su nombre,ella te contestará con una mirada llena de nostalgia, llena de esperanza, llena de ella... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(216, 216, 216);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y el hombre que encontrarás a su lado besándole el cuello, será el poema mudo de una historia olvidada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;23-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-8811797171340873496?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8811797171340873496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-hay-dudas-pero-mas-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8811797171340873496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8811797171340873496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-hay-dudas-pero-mas-amor.html' title='Sí hay dudas, pero más amor'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4481523329008773800</id><published>2009-05-06T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:03:20.327-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Sí hay dudas, pero más amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Si aún los superhéroes dudan de su futuro y los guionistas de la serie dudan de la continuadidad del programa y aún la audencia duda de si continuarán con otra temporada. Disculpa si yo me atreví a dudar hoy de nuestro futuro, sé que tú lo haces también, por eso estoy más tranquilo, después de todo, somos humanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Your. Poeta. In love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;Si sólo me amaras un segundo en la vida, congelaría todos los relojes para vivir sólo ese momento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya lo sabes, si algún día vez por la calle a alguien con estas características, no dudes en llamarla por su nombre,ella te contestará con una mirada llena de nostalgia, llena de esperanza, llena de ella...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=";color:#d8d8d8;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;y el hombre que encontrarás a su lado besándole el cuello, será el poema mudo de una historia olvidada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-4481523329008773800?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4481523329008773800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-hay-dudas-pero-mas-amor_06.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4481523329008773800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4481523329008773800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-hay-dudas-pero-mas-amor_06.html' title='Sí hay dudas, pero más amor'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6798974874402837961</id><published>2009-05-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:03:30.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egoísta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Un día</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Caray, me gustaría escribir algo más, pero fue un día aburrido. Fue mi lunes sin ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;21-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6798974874402837961?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6798974874402837961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6798974874402837961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6798974874402837961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/un-dia.html' title='Un día'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-9217904529023446662</id><published>2009-05-06T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:03:39.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>El poeta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Pídeme la luna y me volveré astronauta para buscar la manera de bajarla del cielo. Pídeme el sol y te enseñaré tu alma para que veas como arde encendiendo mis días.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;18-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-9217904529023446662?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/9217904529023446662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-poeta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9217904529023446662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9217904529023446662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-poeta.html' title='El poeta'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-2398062524457884363</id><published>2009-05-06T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:03:51.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Cuando las palabras ya no alcanzan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;N: Te amo, con sabor a inventar otra palabra para definir lo que siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;17-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-2398062524457884363?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2398062524457884363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-las-palabras-ya-no-alcanzan.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2398062524457884363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2398062524457884363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-las-palabras-ya-no-alcanzan.html' title='Cuando las palabras ya no alcanzan'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-8985755910276973959</id><published>2009-05-06T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:04:02.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fieles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Si alguna vez no te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;No sabía qué escribir... así que simplemente escribí. Si alguna vez no te amo, golpéame muy fuerte o denunciame ante las autoridades, porque créeme este POETA necesita a esa NIÑA que ves en el espejo, bajita, morenita, pasado oscuro, eclipses, poemas. Un mes... aquí comienza el camino, disculpa por las peleas futuras y gracias por el más hermoso beso que jamás haya recibido (en el futuro), gracias por el SI y espero que Dios me ayude a ser digno de tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;14-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &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/1828147593344108567-8985755910276973959?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8985755910276973959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-alguna-vez-no-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8985755910276973959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8985755910276973959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/si-alguna-vez-no-te-amo.html' title='Si alguna vez no te amo...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-72292159275098900</id><published>2009-05-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:04:13.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Un mes y apareces en mi vida. Siendo mi vida toda tuya. Siendo que apareces en cada momento de mi vida aunque recién sé tu nombre hace un año.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;11-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-72292159275098900?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/72292159275098900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/11.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/72292159275098900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/72292159275098900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/11.html' title='11'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-2021978392047738347</id><published>2009-05-06T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:05:34.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Víveme</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;No necesito mas de nada ahora que&lt;br /&gt;Me iluminó tu amor inmenso fuera y dentro&lt;br /&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Créeme porque&lt;br /&gt;Créeme y veras&lt;br /&gt;No acabara mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un deseo escrito en alto&lt;br /&gt;Que vuela ya&lt;br /&gt;Mi pensamiento no depende de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Créeme porque&lt;br /&gt;Me haría daño ahora&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay gran espacio en tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;Cielo abierto que ya&lt;br /&gt;Nos se cierra a los dos&lt;br /&gt;Pues sabemos lo que es necesidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;br /&gt;Que sea una vida o sea una hora&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes libre aquí desnudo&lt;br /&gt;Mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Te ruego&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin más vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;br /&gt;Deja la apariencia y toma el sentido&lt;br /&gt;Y siente lo que llevo dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te transformas en un cuadro&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mi&lt;br /&gt;Que cubre mis paredes blancas y cansadas&lt;br /&gt;Créeme esta vez&lt;br /&gt;Créeme porque&lt;br /&gt;Me haría daño una y otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, entra en mi realidad&lt;br /&gt;Hoy yo tengo algo más&lt;br /&gt;Que jamás tuve ayer&lt;br /&gt;Necesitas vivirme un poco mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;br /&gt;Que sea una vida o sea una hora&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes libre aquí desnudo&lt;br /&gt;Mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo&lt;br /&gt;Te ruego&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin más vergüenza&lt;br /&gt;Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;br /&gt;Deja la apariencia y toma el sentido&lt;br /&gt;Y siente lo que llevo dentro&lt;br /&gt;Has abierto en mi la fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Me esperan días de una ilimitada dicha&lt;br /&gt;Es tu guion&lt;br /&gt;La vida mía&lt;br /&gt;Me enfocas, me diriges&lt;br /&gt;Pones las ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Víveme sin miedo ahora&lt;br /&gt;Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra&lt;br /&gt;Deja la apariencia, toma el sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Y siente lo que llevo dentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKynBLFNOb8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BKynBLFNOb8&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-2021978392047738347?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2021978392047738347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/viveme.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2021978392047738347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2021978392047738347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/viveme.html' title='Víveme'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-1136138721382311990</id><published>2009-05-06T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:05:55.061-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Él es...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: El dueño de la Niña, que se permite obviar la imaginación por hoy para recurrir a la realidad en esta oportunidad, en un sabado en el que te amé tanto que pienso egoistamente: "Eres un idiota poeta del pasado, si creias que estabas enamorado entonces... deberías sentir lo que se siento ahora, mil veces más grande y no sé cuan profundo. El amor de hoy no se compara a tu amor pasado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Monotonía = Razón suficiente para buscar nuevas maneras de decir te amo, sin decírtelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;engo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;mociones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;nónimas Muy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;bvias".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;11-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-1136138721382311990?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1136138721382311990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-es.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1136138721382311990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1136138721382311990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-es.html' title='Él es...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7170247341192255555</id><published>2009-05-06T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:06:13.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promesa'/><title type='text'>Carta de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Tahoma;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;N: Eres quien me hace sonreir cuando le veo aparecer, eres por quien pido a Dios que proteja antes de dormirme, eres a quien sueño besar algún día... eres aquel a quien puedo decir mil te amo sin miedos, eres a quien quiero contar cada logro y a quien puedo recurrir cuando no me siento bien, eres el único con el que me permito soñar en un futuro, eres el único que admitiré junto a mi nombre en el parte de matrimonio jaja. Tú mi poeta, tú &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;eres mi mejor poema&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; y el mejor argumento para escribir una historia con un final feliz. TE AMO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;10-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7170247341192255555?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7170247341192255555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/carta-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7170247341192255555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7170247341192255555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/carta-de-amor.html' title='Carta de amor'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3154466768517525304</id><published>2009-05-06T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:06:25.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;No me casaré&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Compromiso al acecho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Egoísta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profecía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fieles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><title type='text'>Compromiso al acecho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P: soy tan egoista que no sé si permitiría que otro se case contigo, Sra.  Gutierrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;09-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-3154466768517525304?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3154466768517525304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/compromiso-al-acecho.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3154466768517525304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3154466768517525304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/compromiso-al-acecho.html' title='Compromiso al acecho'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5550851846552813953</id><published>2009-05-06T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:06:35.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Cuando la miel es la justa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: Pasé a decirte que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P: Diganme si no es linda??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: Jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P: Es linda!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: Para ti solamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P: Para todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;N: Pero tuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;P: Eso sonó como algo por lo que vale la pena haber vivído 23 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;08-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-5550851846552813953?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5550851846552813953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-la-miel-es-la-justa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5550851846552813953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5550851846552813953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-la-miel-es-la-justa.html' title='Cuando la miel es la justa'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6741115281482355867</id><published>2009-05-06T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:07:15.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cediendo...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Dejando a la razón</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P: No es tonto que queramos vernos todos los días?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N: Es probable, pero ya estamos fregados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P: No porque no quiera sino porque... por eso jajaja. No se puede razonar, odio no razonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N: Lo sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P: Por eso te quiero tanto, porque rompes muchas de mis teorías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;15-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6741115281482355867?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6741115281482355867/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/dejando-la-razon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6741115281482355867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6741115281482355867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/dejando-la-razon.html' title='Dejando a la razón'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7785681853025557305</id><published>2009-05-06T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:07:28.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cediendo...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fieles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celos'/><title type='text'>Fiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P: Lo admito, contigo me pongo celoso, de hecho me da un poco de miedo tu universidad, cuántos lobos acechan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;N: Jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;P: Me gusta que seamos fieles a pesar de la distancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;15-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7785681853025557305?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7785681853025557305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7785681853025557305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7785681853025557305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/fiel.html' title='Fiel'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6150013311810329343</id><published>2009-05-06T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:09.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Baile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;P: Sería algo xevere,  encontrar un parque de noche, encender un Mp3 (o Mp4) que tenga altavoz y bailar  los dos solos bajo el amparo de la noche &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;(y esperar que nadie se  robe el Mp3 o Mp4 y no se rian del baile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;N: Jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;07-02-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6150013311810329343?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6150013311810329343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/baile.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6150013311810329343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6150013311810329343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/baile.html' title='Baile'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-87687480170812375</id><published>2009-05-06T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:19.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;No me casaré&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Promesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Una promesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: y se me ocurrió algo  muy loco, tanto (al menos para  mi) que no sé si hacerlo, es algo no que tiene  efecto inmediato pero si se cumple la condicional puede tener un efecto muy  grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Qué es?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: es que si te lo digo no  podría, y si lo digo lo prometo y si lo prometo las cosas tomarán un giro raro... sólo una tontería de  esas que van por mi mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Y qué es!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:  Si nuestra relación dura hasta el 2015, el 2 de enero de ese año te propongo  matrimonio, ni siquiera pienses en decirme NO en este momento, no vivimos el  2015, es sólo mi promesa particular, no te comprometo a nada, es como cuando uno  dice: "Yo voy a llegar a la luna, no pido a la NASA que me lleve, yo me las  arreglaré para llegar o morir en el intento"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;06-01-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &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/1828147593344108567-87687480170812375?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/87687480170812375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/p-y-se-me-ocurrio-algo-muy-loco-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Un poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Ayer casi hago un poema  de amor y te lo mando llorando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Jajajajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Te extrañaba px&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;05-01-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &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/1828147593344108567-2340376017482774914?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7172614682110931462</id><published>2009-05-06T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:46.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;No me casaré&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profecía'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Ideas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Ayer estaba viendo un  pela y me saltó una idea: "Y si de verdad es la mujer de mi vida y un día lejano  la convenzo-obligo a que se case conmigo?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Y de paso obtengo  nacionalidad chilena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N: Convenzo-Obligo jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P: Y de repente hasta me salgan más baratos los pasajes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N: Jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;05-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &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/1828147593344108567-7172614682110931462?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7172614682110931462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7172614682110931462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7172614682110931462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ideas.html' title='Ideas...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-9021958365561262376</id><published>2009-05-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:08:54.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Extrañándose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P:Oh disculpa por  escribir tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Es que no te veo hace tieeempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Está bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P: Tres días??? jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;05-01-2009&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/1828147593344108567-9021958365561262376?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/9021958365561262376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/extranandose.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9021958365561262376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/9021958365561262376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/extranandose.html' title='Extrañándose'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7378196420935392004</id><published>2009-05-06T17:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:09:06.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>I hope you dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px;font-family:arial,tahoma,verdana;font-size:14;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Espero que no temas a aquellas montañas en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te contentes con el camino más fácil&lt;br /&gt;Vivir podría significar tomar oportunidades pero no merecen la pena tomarlas&lt;br /&gt;Amar podría ser un error pero merece la pena hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;No permitas que ningún perverso corazón retorcido te deje amargo&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estás cerca de dejar de reconsiderarlo&lt;br /&gt;Dale a los cielos allá arriba más que una mirada de pasada&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando tengas la opción de bailar o no bailar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es una rueda en constante movimiento siempre rodando&lt;br /&gt;Dime quién quiere recordar sus años&lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarse a dónde han ido esos años&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que tú bailes…&lt;br /&gt;Espero que aún te sientas pequeño cuando estás junto al océano&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que una puerta se cierra yo espero que una se abra&lt;br /&gt;Prométeme que tendrás fe en mucha posibilidad de tener éxito&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando tengas la opción de bailar o no bailar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Baila…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/51kQqyG1B4A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/51kQqyG1B4A&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7378196420935392004?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7378196420935392004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-you-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7378196420935392004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7378196420935392004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='I hope you dance'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-614088170944096649</id><published>2009-05-06T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:09:20.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niña'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Cómo hablar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;02-01-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Cómo hablar, si cada parte de mi mente es tuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;y si no encuentro la palabra exacta, como hablar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como decirte que me has ganado poquito a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;tu que llegaste por casualidad, como hablar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Como un pajaro de fuego que se muere en tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;un trozo de hielo desecho en los labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;la radio sigue sonando, la guerra ha acabado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pero las hogueras no se han apagado aun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmACEL_ddnw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GmACEL_ddnw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-614088170944096649?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/614088170944096649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-hablar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/614088170944096649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/614088170944096649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/como-hablar.html' title='Cómo hablar'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5780291527681642116</id><published>2009-05-06T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:09:31.156-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Feeling Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;01-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Pájaros que voláis alto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sabéis como me siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sol que estás en los cielos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tú sabes como me siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;juncos que os mecéis con el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;saben como me siento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Es un nuevo amanecer, es un nuevo día,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;es una nueva vida para mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;y ME SIENTO BIEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA33VkzmMLk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BA33VkzmMLk&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-5780291527681642116?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5780291527681642116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-good.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5780291527681642116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5780291527681642116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/feeling-good.html' title='Feeling Good'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3184403852560447481</id><published>2009-05-06T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:09:41.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedicado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mails'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;01-01-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tú podrías ser mi elección imprevista...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tú podrías ser la única que escucha a mis profundas inquisiciones...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tú podrías ser la única a la que siempre amaré...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ahí estaré tan pronto como pueda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-yfnd510yY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g-yfnd510yY&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/1828147593344108567-3184403852560447481?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3184403852560447481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/unintended.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3184403852560447481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3184403852560447481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/unintended.html' title='Unintended'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-1081832626566372298</id><published>2009-05-06T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:09:55.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><title type='text'>Entre comics y Gatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Mi peruano-mexicano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Con toques de australiano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Pero MIO al final&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Estás afortunada, porque no hay otras compradoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Jajajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Pero así no se vale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Menos mal, porque no acostumbro a pelear por hombres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: A la primera me dejas entonces, que se lo coman los perros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Las mujeres tal vez jaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Se siente bien saber que estás ahí en algún lugar y no hay necesidad de mirar en  otros lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Algún día estaremos juntos amor y te darás cuenta que soy igual de chascona que Mafalda jajaja... TE AMO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Y tú te darás cuenta que  yo soy el dueño del gato de Garfield pero cuando tenía 22 años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;31-12-2008&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/1828147593344108567-1081832626566372298?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1081832626566372298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-comics-y-gatos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1081832626566372298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1081832626566372298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/entre-comics-y-gatos.html' title='Entre comics y Gatos'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3183408357557489310</id><published>2009-05-06T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:10:12.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cediendo...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canciones'/><title type='text'>Cosas que hace el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;escuchaste a Lykke Li? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;te la pasé una noche  pero me parece que no la apreciaste bien, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;la idea era escucharla  con el volumen decentemente alto para que sintieras todos los sonidos que  tiene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Si la escuché&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Mmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Mmm qué!!?? Si la escuché!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: No creo que la hayas escuchado bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: La escucho de nuevo entonces, amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Me encantó eso! AMOORR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Salió sometido eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Lo sé jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;31-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&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/1828147593344108567-3183408357557489310?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3183408357557489310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cosas-que-hace-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3183408357557489310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3183408357557489310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cosas-que-hace-el-amor.html' title='Cosas que hace el amor'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4879538126455181107</id><published>2009-05-05T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:10:23.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te amo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N: Sueña conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Contigo, contigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N: No se vale con Javiera Mena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: dile a ella, SOY INOCENTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N: Sólo como música de fondo no más&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Y tú doblando con tu voz la canción...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N: Te adoro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: Te amo, adoración...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; 19-12-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-4879538126455181107?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4879538126455181107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4879538126455181107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4879538126455181107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-amo.html' title='Te amo'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4816535526835808368</id><published>2009-05-05T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:11:13.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te quiero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Abrazo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;P: Hey, te quiero Nell, quiero abrazarte, pero mis brazos no llegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;N: Yo también te quierooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;P: Nada de melosidad eh!! que luego me da náuseas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;19-12-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-4816535526835808368?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4816535526835808368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/abrazo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4816535526835808368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4816535526835808368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/abrazo.html' title='Abrazo'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6900333505165295108</id><published>2009-05-05T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:11:25.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>En su mente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: somos extraños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Si&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: De verdad te gusto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Eso dice mi mente, yo le sigo la corriente no más, y digo mente y no  corazón, porque el mío anda muy malo, prefiero guardarlo en la cabeza para que  se nutra de la mente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;17-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &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/1828147593344108567-6900333505165295108?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6900333505165295108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/en-su-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6900333505165295108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6900333505165295108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/en-su-mente.html' title='En su mente...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5302784996223888024</id><published>2009-05-05T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:11:34.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hola'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aló'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Aló</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;P: Tu ALÓ me salió tan caro como tres coca-colas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;N: Jaaajajaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;17-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&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/1828147593344108567-5302784996223888024?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5302784996223888024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/alo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5302784996223888024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5302784996223888024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/alo.html' title='Aló'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6900631446858964563</id><published>2009-05-05T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:17:23.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te quiero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gracias'/><title type='text'>Sabor a amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;P: Gracias por el más hermoso que nadie jamás me haya hecho... poema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;N: No me lo agradezcas, yo debo hacerlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;P: No es obligación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;N: Me encanta cuando te pones meloso jaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;P: Te quiero px, con sabor a te amo y con hambre de tu cuello (No soy vampiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;N: Jajaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;16-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6900631446858964563?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6900631446858964563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabor-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6900631446858964563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6900631446858964563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/sabor-amor.html' title='Sabor a amor'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-5645572691778907486</id><published>2009-05-05T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:11:58.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Yo también</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Eh Niña, te  quiero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Hey Poeta... yo también te quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Pero dilo melosa pueeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;16-12-2008  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/1828147593344108567-5645572691778907486?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5645572691778907486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-tambien.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5645572691778907486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/5645572691778907486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/yo-tambien.html' title='Yo también'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-8660772990560315908</id><published>2009-05-05T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:17:12.899-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Hombres</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: una  pregunta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;Eres  parte de esa gran cantidad de hombres que no pueden pasar por alto sus instintos  y se da vuelta a mirar a cuanta mujer se atraviesa en el camino casi  inconscientemente??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Esteee???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &gt;15-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;" &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/1828147593344108567-8660772990560315908?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8660772990560315908/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/hombres.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8660772990560315908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/8660772990560315908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/hombres.html' title='Hombres'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7990790458653964301</id><published>2009-05-05T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:17.219-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolor de cabeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Te quiero'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><title type='text'>Te quiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Alguien que tomó ese camino me dijo "Vivir así.. no es vivir" y yo quiero que vivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Pero qué hago con esto? Sé que es ridículo que lo diga... pero Te quiero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; ya  te metiste en mi historia y por más que quiera no puedo sacarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Yo seré tu poeta hasta  que comience la siguiente temporada. De ahí depende de la  productora si desea que continúe en el protagónico. Me late que no será así  y por eso quería convertirme en villano y matarme en los primeros  episodios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N:  ya  me metí en esto... no me importa jugar al azar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Seré tu poeta pero  tienes la llave para cerrar la puerta cuando desees, sólo quería aclarar que yo  estoy del lado de donde no hay cerradura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7990790458653964301?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7990790458653964301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7990790458653964301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7990790458653964301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/te-quiero.html' title='Te quiero'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-533032157812825951</id><published>2009-05-05T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:27.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolor de cabeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viaje'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hola'/><title type='text'>Lo suficientemente triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P:EL hombre de las  razones no tiene razones para lo que hace, sólo camina y teme tropezar con el  resto por temor a contagiar su enfermedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Se que algún día llegarás aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Por tu bien espero que no... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Y estoy segura que ese día me avalanzo a tus brazos y te beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Si el hola es nuestro más hermoso momento... Dime ¿Qué tan triste será el adiós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Lo suficientemente triste como para que exista otro hola algún día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-533032157812825951?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/533032157812825951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/lo-suficientemente-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/533032157812825951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/533032157812825951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/lo-suficientemente-triste.html' title='Lo suficientemente triste'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7108101195707199652</id><published>2009-05-05T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:36.094-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolor de cabeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasado'/><title type='text'>Cuando estaba solo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;P:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;A mi me corta el aire,  tan frágil se ha vuelto mi piel de no conocer el abrazo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;mis labios se parten  con los helados de no conocer el calor del beso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7108101195707199652?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7108101195707199652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-estaba-solo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7108101195707199652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7108101195707199652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/cuando-estaba-solo.html' title='Cuando estaba solo...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-1032455011213234551</id><published>2009-05-05T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:45.018-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dolor de cabeza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pasado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><title type='text'>Duda al ataque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: espero que seas feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: esto parece despedida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Y cuándo hubo bienvenida??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: No hagas esto, no es gracioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;es que me puse a pensar  que no eres como yo, tú si tienes el otro algo que yo busco, pero en mi búsqueda  no quisiera quitártelo, no quisiera llevarte conmigo a ese infierno, del que sales y saldrás  pero sin cargas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Pero... es que no tengo que ser como tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: pues no, pero tal vez  es eso lo que me enamora de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: No seré como tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Que haya alguien que  sepa lo que es estar así&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;14-12-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-1032455011213234551?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1032455011213234551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/duda-al-ataque.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1032455011213234551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/1032455011213234551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/duda-al-ataque.html' title='Duda al ataque'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-2395463442859692095</id><published>2009-05-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:12:53.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;No me casaré&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Profecía'/><title type='text'>Profecía</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: En serio que me alegra  leerte hoy, me late que  hoy eres más  lo que deseabas ser en un principio. Y si bien no conocí el  principio, espero conocer la historia, y bueno estar cuando te cases y todas  esas cosas que uno hace cuando está en el camino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: No me casaré!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Jaja, no es lo que  creemos, sino lo que hacemos lo que nos hace caminar. Los viajeros pasan más  tiempo caminando que viendo sus mapas, y cambian sus caminos  con mucha frecuencia, porque siempre hay obstáculos que evitar y muros que  saltar, siempre y cuando sea  para avanzar está bien. A mi me late que la niña no nació para estar sola, ese  camino es para otros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &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/1828147593344108567-2395463442859692095?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2395463442859692095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/profecia.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2395463442859692095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/2395463442859692095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/profecia.html' title='Profecía'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4785662794940383641</id><published>2009-05-05T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:16:34.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Matutina'/><title type='text'>Ojos para ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Cuando me gusta alguien... los demás no existen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cuidado que caminas por  la calle y no te tropieces con la gente si no la ves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                               &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &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/1828147593344108567-4785662794940383641?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4785662794940383641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ojos-para-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4785662794940383641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4785662794940383641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/ojos-para-ti.html' title='Ojos para ti'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-7797289910576436500</id><published>2009-05-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:16:22.558-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><title type='text'>La carne es débil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;N: tú puedes hacer lo que se te da la gana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;P:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;tú también... es parte del  contrato, es más si mañana se te  declara otro estás en la libertad de aceptar, la carne es más fuerte que mis  palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Naaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Tiene más calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Tus palabras son más fuertes que cualquier declaración de niñitos jaja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;P: Pero si se te declara uno de 23... ahí si aceptas eh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;N: Jajajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-7797289910576436500?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7797289910576436500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-12-2008_05.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7797289910576436500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/7797289910576436500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-12-2008_05.html' title='La carne es débil'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3704108325950433128</id><published>2009-05-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:13:24.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La edad'/><title type='text'>Cinco años...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P: Crees que el FBI me  encuentre por acoso infantil??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: Jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: Debo borrar las huellas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-3704108325950433128?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3704108325950433128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-12-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3704108325950433128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3704108325950433128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/14-12-2008.html' title='Cinco años...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-4004059357359812687</id><published>2009-05-05T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:13:54.906-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sin compromiso...'/><title type='text'>Comienzo... con libertad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P: Eyy niña, aunque no se  deba ni se pueda.... quiero que seas mi enamorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Lo  pensaré jajaja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Microsoft Sans Serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pues  aunque no se deba ni se pueda me encantaría...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Pero sin compromisos  porque allá puedes conocer a tu poeta de carne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;N: Puede que tú encuentres a tu musa inspiradora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;12-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-4004059357359812687?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4004059357359812687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-12-2008_05.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4004059357359812687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/4004059357359812687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-12-2008_05.html' title='Comienzo... con libertad'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-6382906779586937858</id><published>2009-05-05T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:15:02.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><title type='text'>Parte de él...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;N: Chao,hombre de papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;me  gustó ese termino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Corazón de metal, tú eres parte de este  metal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;12-12-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-6382906779586937858?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6382906779586937858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-12-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6382906779586937858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/6382906779586937858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/12-12-2008.html' title='Parte de él...'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828147593344108567.post-3014241889182416701</id><published>2009-05-05T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:15:15.138-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversación Nocturna'/><title type='text'>Acaso somos reales?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P: Niña,  somos de papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;20-11-2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1828147593344108567-3014241889182416701?l=lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3014241889182416701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-11-2008.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3014241889182416701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1828147593344108567/posts/default/3014241889182416701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lahistoriadeunamordepapel.blogspot.com/2009/05/20-11-2008.html' title='Acaso somos reales?'/><author><name>Niña de Papel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04770985329725022452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
