<?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-6948086813958123169</id><updated>2012-01-25T23:51:51.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vĭve. Rĭe. Ama.</title><subtitle type='html'>Entendí la vida es una sola, que de tantos fracasos, errores y cosas malas uno llega a cansarse, por eso ; por el resto de mis días planeo disfrutar cada momento, quiero vivir, reír y amar.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>311</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2388968440345065122</id><published>2012-01-25T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:51:51.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTLHwjCGzRc/TyEFJbEj9yI/AAAAAAAACC8/V30kNoC6J8o/s1600/Natashita.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTLHwjCGzRc/TyEFJbEj9yI/AAAAAAAACC8/V30kNoC6J8o/s320/Natashita.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Y tu mirada me corta la respiración, me quema el alma, y acelera el corazón.&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/6948086813958123169-2388968440345065122?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2388968440345065122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/y-tu-mirada-me-corta-la-respiracion-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2388968440345065122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2388968440345065122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/y-tu-mirada-me-corta-la-respiracion-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yTLHwjCGzRc/TyEFJbEj9yI/AAAAAAAACC8/V30kNoC6J8o/s72-c/Natashita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8065458228506106403</id><published>2012-01-25T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T23:46:18.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtfezAEg5xI/TyEDb6KmXxI/AAAAAAAACC0/ekoHbuNaXcM/s1600/DSCI9176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtfezAEg5xI/TyEDb6KmXxI/AAAAAAAACC0/ekoHbuNaXcM/s320/DSCI9176.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mientras no me falte, tu beso en las mañanas y un café, &lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;todo estará bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;Si estás tu, estoy bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pero no me faltes nunca, que aprendí a vivir así, a ya no ser tan idealista, y a pensar tan solo en ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8065458228506106403?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8065458228506106403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/mientras-no-me-falte-tu-beso-en-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8065458228506106403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8065458228506106403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/mientras-no-me-falte-tu-beso-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DtfezAEg5xI/TyEDb6KmXxI/AAAAAAAACC0/ekoHbuNaXcM/s72-c/DSCI9176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7983527847993085689</id><published>2012-01-12T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T11:13:10.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVhAd4eyJo/Tw8sWsxZ81I/AAAAAAAACCs/k8Ryah9ZGlA/s1600/2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVhAd4eyJo/Tw8sWsxZ81I/AAAAAAAACCs/k8Ryah9ZGlA/s200/2.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Si quieres que la vida traiga el encuentro, espéralo seguro, sereno y confiado, entre lo que tal vez fue y &amp;nbsp;lo que probablemente será.&lt;br /&gt;La vida es lo que hacemos, lo que esperamos, también lo que no supimos hacer. A veces en cuerpo, a veces en alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7983527847993085689?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7983527847993085689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-quieres-que-la-vida-traiga-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7983527847993085689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7983527847993085689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/si-quieres-que-la-vida-traiga-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sgVhAd4eyJo/Tw8sWsxZ81I/AAAAAAAACCs/k8Ryah9ZGlA/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6736036108824932825</id><published>2012-01-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T22:30:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmAtAF5v5ME/Tw58CWhJllI/AAAAAAAACCk/oTVN6LvyL0M/s1600/DSCI8469.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmAtAF5v5ME/Tw58CWhJllI/AAAAAAAACCk/oTVN6LvyL0M/s400/DSCI8469.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;. You've been on my mind, i broke thunder everyday. Lose myself in time just thinking of your face. But, God only knows why it's taken me so long to let my doubts go. You're the only one that I want. I don't know why I'm scared I've been here before. Every feeling. Every word I've imagined it all. You never know if you never try, to forgive your past and simply be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;I dare you to let me be your one and only i promise i'm worthy to hold in your arms. So come on and give me a chance to prove I am the one who has walked that mile until the end starts. If I've been on your mind you hang on every word I say . Lose yourself in time at the mention of my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Will I ever know how it feels to hold you close and have you tell me which ever road I choose you go. I know it ain't easy, giving up your heart. Nobody's perfect. Just because trust me I've earned it.&lt;/span&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/6948086813958123169-6736036108824932825?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6736036108824932825/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6736036108824932825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6736036108824932825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GmAtAF5v5ME/Tw58CWhJllI/AAAAAAAACCk/oTVN6LvyL0M/s72-c/DSCI8469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1743222640488592185</id><published>2012-01-02T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:42:04.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIb3fZIQtbM/TwJpl5gAV4I/AAAAAAAACCU/9wUJHImiTlU/s1600/DSCI8619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIb3fZIQtbM/TwJpl5gAV4I/AAAAAAAACCU/9wUJHImiTlU/s320/DSCI8619.JPG" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Que cada beso tiene amor sincero, que no importa el mundo entero cuando tengo tu mirada frente a mi, que cada sentimiento es verdadero. Que eres &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;TODO&lt;/span&gt; lo que quiero. Que no dudes, que &lt;span style="color: #ffe599;"&gt;te quiero solo a ti&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/6948086813958123169-1743222640488592185?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1743222640488592185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-cada-beso-tiene-amor-sincero-que-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1743222640488592185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1743222640488592185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-cada-beso-tiene-amor-sincero-que-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qIb3fZIQtbM/TwJpl5gAV4I/AAAAAAAACCU/9wUJHImiTlU/s72-c/DSCI8619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1059515320023082084</id><published>2012-01-02T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:00:13.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jponw2dh9T8/TwJeoYwps2I/AAAAAAAACB8/bm7oUkD2RBc/s1600/28122011675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jponw2dh9T8/TwJeoYwps2I/AAAAAAAACB8/bm7oUkD2RBc/s200/28122011675.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Confirmas cada señal, ya no dudo, estoy segura .. que &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;eres tu mi otra parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. No es casual, ni mucho menos que tengamos tantas cosas en común.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Es tu vida con mi vida&lt;/i&gt;, un complemento tan perfecto que ahora todo lo comprendo, te esperaba hace tiempo&amp;nbsp;guardándote&amp;nbsp;mi amor, guardando este amor.&amp;nbsp;Porque me puedes de punta a punta, porque desnudas todo mi ser y es que contigo todo es &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;inmenso&lt;/span&gt; y mi esperanza vuelve a nacer. Porque me puedes y a mi me gusta. Porque superas lo que soñé, estar contigo es un privilegio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udUkFS9C19Q/TwJgFw3cYhI/AAAAAAAACCI/W4IJqY8_VsI/s1600/28122011674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-udUkFS9C19Q/TwJgFw3cYhI/AAAAAAAACCI/W4IJqY8_VsI/s200/28122011674.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Descubres en mis adentros, capacidades que ignoraba y me enseñas a entregarme por completo. &amp;nbsp;No existen dudas, está a la vista. &lt;i&gt;Es tu vida con mi vida&lt;/i&gt; un complemento tan perfecto que ahora todo lo comprendo, te esperaba hace tiempo.&amp;nbsp;Porque me puedes de punta a puntas, por que desnudas todo mi ser Y es que contigo todo es inmenso y mi esperanza vuelve a nacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Me puedes de punta a punta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6948086813958123169-1059515320023082084?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1059515320023082084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/confirmas-cada-senal-ya-no-dudo-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1059515320023082084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1059515320023082084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2012/01/confirmas-cada-senal-ya-no-dudo-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jponw2dh9T8/TwJeoYwps2I/AAAAAAAACB8/bm7oUkD2RBc/s72-c/28122011675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8462981907212655738</id><published>2011-12-21T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:14:49.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XNQdkLQy48/TvJXVl0y0ZI/AAAAAAAACBw/x6Lfk-xWs2o/s1600/Te+esperaba+hace+tiempo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XNQdkLQy48/TvJXVl0y0ZI/AAAAAAAACBw/x6Lfk-xWs2o/s320/Te+esperaba+hace+tiempo.JPG" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A veces los sueños son un mar de preguntas que no se responder, me pierdo una y otra vez, no encuentro salidas a mi alrededor, pero este amor tan real que yo siento por ti, me acelera y me enamora, me lleva hacia ti .. contigo solo quiero vivir. Y a veces creo que &lt;b&gt;soy feliz como soy&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;mi fuerza eres tu&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;!&amp;nbsp;Y no hay nadie que me entregue más amor, más calor y más luz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A tu lado solo quiero estar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;A veces sin miedo estoy, y otras me escondo sin saber donde ir, me&amp;nbsp;enredo&amp;nbsp;una y otra vez, pero este amor tan real que yo siento por ti, me acelera y me enamora de ti.&amp;nbsp;Ya no hay nadie más y a veces creo que soy feliz, MI FUERZA ERES TU.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deja que te muestre que soy tuya, y que no tengo temor. Aparta mis dudas, contigo sólo quiero vivir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8462981907212655738?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8462981907212655738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/veces-los-suenos-son-un-mar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8462981907212655738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8462981907212655738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/veces-los-suenos-son-un-mar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XNQdkLQy48/TvJXVl0y0ZI/AAAAAAAACBw/x6Lfk-xWs2o/s72-c/Te+esperaba+hace+tiempo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-949728612876339035</id><published>2011-12-21T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:57:42.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1rWZV-gkKA/TvJU6lRF8_I/AAAAAAAACBk/AxgTV-Sy3-M/s1600/IMG_5746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1rWZV-gkKA/TvJU6lRF8_I/AAAAAAAACBk/AxgTV-Sy3-M/s320/IMG_5746.JPG" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenia ganas de escribir y tenía que ser en algo que se me venga rápido a la cabeza, y en lo primero que pensé fue en vos, en que a pesar de todo, volví a confiar y no me arrepiento. A pesar de todo, puede que vuelva a querer con locura, puede que quiera dar todo de mi sin pensar si voy a recibir o no, porque &lt;b&gt;estoy segura que hoy quiero algo con vos&lt;/b&gt;, porque no me importa otra cosa que no sea vos, porque con el tiempo, con el poco tiempo mejor dicho, me demostras que podes hacerme sentir bien, porque puede llegar a ser que seas el hombre que siempre esperé, no podes ser perfecto, nadie lo es, tenes tus cosas, como yo las mías. Pero estoy segura que sos la típica persona que siempre quise a mi lado. Puede ser que hoy me vuelva a equivocar, o quizás no. Me estás demostrando que no, que esto está más que bien.Quizás no soy la persona que puede llegar a hacer feliz a alguien. Pero hoy quiero intentar, arriesgarme, y apostar todo en vos, a pesar de toda cosa mala por la que haya tenido que pasar. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoy sos lo que me hace bien, lo que me da ganas de levantarme con el simple echo de un ‘’¿Cómo estás?’’,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;un ‘’te extraño’’ o cosas así que me hacen sentir querida. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sos lo que no quiero dejar ir. Gracias por darme esto poquito que signica mucho , en tan poco tiempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/6948086813958123169-949728612876339035?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/949728612876339035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenia-ganas-de-escribir-y-tenia-que-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/949728612876339035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/949728612876339035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/tenia-ganas-de-escribir-y-tenia-que-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l1rWZV-gkKA/TvJU6lRF8_I/AAAAAAAACBk/AxgTV-Sy3-M/s72-c/IMG_5746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-178132772251614400</id><published>2011-12-18T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:53:38.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K91BWBDK_54/Tu1vU5mFl0I/AAAAAAAACA4/6J-ZPvSWkMc/s1600/COSTADO.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K91BWBDK_54/Tu1vU5mFl0I/AAAAAAAACA4/6J-ZPvSWkMc/s320/COSTADO.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yo sé que existe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;algún&amp;nbsp;lugar dentro del corazón donde encontramos&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;una forma de amar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f9cb9c; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;♥&lt;/b&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/6948086813958123169-178132772251614400?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/178132772251614400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/178132772251614400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/178132772251614400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K91BWBDK_54/Tu1vU5mFl0I/AAAAAAAACA4/6J-ZPvSWkMc/s72-c/COSTADO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5563091203681577345</id><published>2011-12-18T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:55:31.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8vtR931mMw/Tu1nW4Wm_sI/AAAAAAAACAw/Gx2E2Dkx8lM/s1600/DSCI8083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8vtR931mMw/Tu1nW4Wm_sI/AAAAAAAACAw/Gx2E2Dkx8lM/s320/DSCI8083.JPG" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No puedo guardarme cosas como estar sintiendo éste miedo, miedo a perderte. Si no me arriesgo, te pierdo. Si hablo de más y te canso, te pierdo. Y ya me cansé de siempre perder. No puedo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;arruinar lo que está empezando, quisiera poder no tener miedo a perderte, pero hoy siento esto. No pienso quedarme callada y no reclamar, ni tampoco hacer como si las cosas que pasan no me movieran ni un pelo. No quiero hacer las cosas mal y perderte, ya empecé mal y ya arruiné gran parte del principio. No puedo dejar que siempre sea igual. No quiero que siempre sea igual, no quiero perderte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5563091203681577345?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5563091203681577345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-puedo-guardarme-cosas-como-estar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5563091203681577345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5563091203681577345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-puedo-guardarme-cosas-como-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_8vtR931mMw/Tu1nW4Wm_sI/AAAAAAAACAw/Gx2E2Dkx8lM/s72-c/DSCI8083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1338542088630273963</id><published>2011-12-15T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:33:12.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxgI_fHj9JY/TurGGUy0NWI/AAAAAAAACAo/llYshErBluA/s1600/DSCI7836.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxgI_fHj9JY/TurGGUy0NWI/AAAAAAAACAo/llYshErBluA/s400/DSCI7836.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ¿Quisieras tener recuerdos para siempre en tu memoria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ¡No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;¿Cómo no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Como dije, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ¿No quisieras tener recuerdos felices?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ¿Tampoco malos no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Tampoco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; ¿Y .. por que no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; Porque sólo serían recuerdos, y los recuerdos para mi después no tienen valor.&lt;br /&gt;Una persona puede perder la memoria y luego no recuerda nada, como dije, no tienen valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ¿Y eso a ti te importa? ¿Acaso vos perdiste la memoria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; No, aún la&amp;nbsp;conservo&amp;nbsp;conmigo .. pero me importa mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Si tengo que recordar algo es el ahora, tu mirada, tu sonrisa, un beso y nuestro amor para hoy y siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1338542088630273963?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1338542088630273963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/quisieras-tener-recuerdos-para-siempre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1338542088630273963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1338542088630273963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/quisieras-tener-recuerdos-para-siempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxgI_fHj9JY/TurGGUy0NWI/AAAAAAAACAo/llYshErBluA/s72-c/DSCI7836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1321877607176521370</id><published>2011-12-15T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T20:10:22.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-mRCrU3aP8/Tuq-oIiCqxI/AAAAAAAACAg/cJZiTGoKqhE/s1600/DSCI5531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-mRCrU3aP8/Tuq-oIiCqxI/AAAAAAAACAg/cJZiTGoKqhE/s400/DSCI5531.JPG" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Asistí&lt;/span&gt;, como si fuese una espectadora de mi misma, a la lucha inútil que emprendió mi corazón por no dejarme seducir por un hombre que no pertenecía a mi mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Aplaudí cuando la razón perdió la batalla&lt;/span&gt;, y la única alternativa que me quedó fue entregarme, aceptar que estaba enamorada.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;{Paulo Coelho}&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/6948086813958123169-1321877607176521370?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1321877607176521370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/asisti-como-si-fuese-una-espectadora-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1321877607176521370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1321877607176521370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/asisti-como-si-fuese-una-espectadora-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y-mRCrU3aP8/Tuq-oIiCqxI/AAAAAAAACAg/cJZiTGoKqhE/s72-c/DSCI5531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-238720280743528653</id><published>2011-12-09T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T17:47:30.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2uMBTVfFog/TuKyih1t5RI/AAAAAAAACAY/evliShS0fzI/s1600/Me+puedes+de+punta+a+punta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2uMBTVfFog/TuKyih1t5RI/AAAAAAAACAY/evliShS0fzI/s400/Me+puedes+de+punta+a+punta.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me haces bien&lt;/b&gt;, de todas formas. El verte me hace bien, el besarte me hace bien. Quererte y darte poco a poco lo mejor de mi, me hace bien. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tenerte&lt;/span&gt; me hace bien. Quizás quede re loca&amp;nbsp;dedicándote&amp;nbsp;algo ya porque ni llego a pasar un mes, pero &lt;b&gt;me estás volviendo loca&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;de la forma más linda.&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en vos y&amp;nbsp;automáticamente&amp;nbsp;me sale una&amp;nbsp;sonrisa. Pienso en vos y me acuerdo de cada cosa linda e importante que me dijiste, pienso en que me estás demostrando que va a ser diferente, que de verdad me vas a hacer bien. Pienso que sos esa persona que siempre quise tener a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te quiero gordito precioso&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"&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/6948086813958123169-238720280743528653?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/238720280743528653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-haces-bien-de-todas-formas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/238720280743528653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/238720280743528653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/me-haces-bien-de-todas-formas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y2uMBTVfFog/TuKyih1t5RI/AAAAAAAACAY/evliShS0fzI/s72-c/Me+puedes+de+punta+a+punta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3126533933833981567</id><published>2011-12-08T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T12:05:53.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUDqkrp4ppg/TuEUMtGt2KI/AAAAAAAACAQ/bj8-nR4LzxM/s1600/DSCI3617.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUDqkrp4ppg/TuEUMtGt2KI/AAAAAAAACAQ/bj8-nR4LzxM/s320/DSCI3617.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Ves como algo que soplas vuela? no soples, no me alejes. Déjame volar, dame libertad.&amp;nbsp;Déjame&amp;nbsp;ir y venir,&amp;nbsp;déjame&amp;nbsp;un camino que siempre vaya directo a ti. Déjame libre pero&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;átame&amp;nbsp;a ti &lt;/b&gt;de una forma que pueda volar cuando me hagas sentir un ángel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Déjame libre, y siempre volveré a ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3126533933833981567?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3126533933833981567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/dejame-ves-como-algo-que-soplas-vuela.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3126533933833981567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3126533933833981567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/dejame-ves-como-algo-que-soplas-vuela.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BUDqkrp4ppg/TuEUMtGt2KI/AAAAAAAACAQ/bj8-nR4LzxM/s72-c/DSCI3617.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7275125036747015706</id><published>2011-12-03T10:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:37:30.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPD4djUQPUE/Ttp5kxknnBI/AAAAAAAACAI/oRjRhJOmbAg/s1600/DSCI6390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPD4djUQPUE/Ttp5kxknnBI/AAAAAAAACAI/oRjRhJOmbAg/s320/DSCI6390.JPG" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Te abracé, reviví el amor que has despertado, fuimos almas que se entregan sin pensar que llegaría el final ¿que paso? ¿como fue? que te fuiste y no sabía, duele ayer, dueles hoy,&amp;nbsp;dolerás&amp;nbsp;toda la vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7275125036747015706?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7275125036747015706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-di-mi-corazon-y-tu-lo-regalaste-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7275125036747015706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7275125036747015706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/te-di-mi-corazon-y-tu-lo-regalaste-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fPD4djUQPUE/Ttp5kxknnBI/AAAAAAAACAI/oRjRhJOmbAg/s72-c/DSCI6390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6058384934945673555</id><published>2011-12-03T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:04:31.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_bFjHzLrQs/TtprEhR0eiI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7GJmXTdGy0o/s1600/Natuuuuuu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_bFjHzLrQs/TtprEhR0eiI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7GJmXTdGy0o/s400/Natuuuuuu.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Puedes no ser su primero, su ultimo o su único. Ella amo antes y puede amar de nuevo. Pero si e&lt;u&gt;lla te ama ahor&lt;/u&gt;a&amp;nbsp;¿que otra cosa importa?&lt;br /&gt;Ella no es perfecta, tú tampoco lo eres, y ustedes dos nunca serán perfectos. Pero si ella puede hacerte reír al menos una vez, te hace pensar dos veces, si admite ser humana y cometer errores, &lt;b&gt;no la dejes ir y dale lo mejor de ti&lt;/b&gt;. Ella no va a recitarte poesía, no está pensando en ti en todo momento, pero te dará una parte de ella que sabe que podrías romper, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;su corazón&lt;/span&gt; . . No la lastimes, no la cambies, y no esperes de ella más de lo que puede darte. No analices. Sonríe cuando te haga feliz, grita cuando te haga enojar y extráñala cuando no esté. Ama con todo tu ser cuando recibas su amor. Porque no existen las chicas perfectas, pero siempre habrá una chica que es &lt;b&gt;perfecta para ti&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6058384934945673555?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6058384934945673555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/anadir-leyenda-puedes-no-ser-su-primero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6058384934945673555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6058384934945673555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/anadir-leyenda-puedes-no-ser-su-primero.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4_bFjHzLrQs/TtprEhR0eiI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/7GJmXTdGy0o/s72-c/Natuuuuuu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-517108603823456355</id><published>2011-12-02T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T21:25:07.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyuzpeztuf4/Ttlh9HFpIwI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5Z9dS7pyzEY/s1600/DSCI7023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyuzpeztuf4/Ttlh9HFpIwI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5Z9dS7pyzEY/s320/DSCI7023.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- Mira, quisiera proponerte algo.&lt;br /&gt;- Dime.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Quiero amarte&lt;/b&gt;, pero sólo si eres capaz de no lastimar mi corazón y&amp;nbsp;solamente&amp;nbsp;cuidarlo, entonces así yo te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo si eres capaz de motivar a cada uno de mis sentidos a quererte.&amp;nbsp;Si puedes lograr darme felicidad, si veo que en tus ojos hay miradas solo para mi. Si siento que de tu boca solo hay palabras y besos para mi, si día a día entiendo que soy yo con la que queres pasar tu tiempo, si me demostras que solo conmigo sentís pasión, que tu amor es sólo para mi .. entonces así&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;te amaré cada segundo de mi vida.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-517108603823456355?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/517108603823456355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/mira-quisiera-proponerte-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/517108603823456355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/517108603823456355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/mira-quisiera-proponerte-algo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyuzpeztuf4/Ttlh9HFpIwI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5Z9dS7pyzEY/s72-c/DSCI7023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1478100388645899493</id><published>2011-12-02T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T15:30:51.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF9uXfgxkVA/TtldKcy1ipI/AAAAAAAAB8o/swAtDm6F-pw/s1600/DSCI6865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF9uXfgxkVA/TtldKcy1ipI/AAAAAAAAB8o/swAtDm6F-pw/s320/DSCI6865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Acudí a tu&amp;nbsp;auxilio&amp;nbsp;de forma&amp;nbsp;inmediata&amp;nbsp;. . Hola que tal, &lt;b&gt;tu sonrisa&lt;/b&gt; y perdí por goleada. Una&amp;nbsp;ráfaga de balas seductoras, no lograban vulnerar una coraza idiota y con mi seguridad ya la miseria, fuimos por un café, juntos los tres .. vos, yo y tu histeria.&amp;nbsp;Sobre gustos no hay nada escrito ¿Quien dijo que no se puede&amp;nbsp;combinar&amp;nbsp;inconstancia,&amp;nbsp;inconsciencia&amp;nbsp;y lealtad? Que es imposible dar un paseo un día tu cielo, un día tu infierno. Estoy segura&amp;nbsp;compañero&amp;nbsp;y me juego el alma loca, que no debe existir boca como &lt;b&gt;ésta&lt;/b&gt; en el mundo entero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1478100388645899493?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1478100388645899493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/acudi-tu-forma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1478100388645899493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1478100388645899493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/12/acudi-tu-forma.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF9uXfgxkVA/TtldKcy1ipI/AAAAAAAAB8o/swAtDm6F-pw/s72-c/DSCI6865.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2432962537196927581</id><published>2011-11-30T19:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T19:42:13.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFmzLwvO2Q/TtbzZZ5_bKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/02d98LkGzns/s1600/DSCI6473.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFmzLwvO2Q/TtbzZZ5_bKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/02d98LkGzns/s320/DSCI6473.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9704H-udMo/Ttbs0H7DG5I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/TvrkSTT9_uA/s1600/alla+voy%252C+contra+viento+y+marea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J9704H-udMo/Ttbs0H7DG5I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/TvrkSTT9_uA/s400/alla+voy%252C+contra+viento+y+marea.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Otra vez, u&lt;u&gt;na misma pele&lt;/u&gt;a. Ni siquiera se si vale la pena, pero tengo ganas de probar si la suerte me va a acompañar de una puta vez o es solo un mito más. Y aunque sé que puedo estar sin vos .. ¿&lt;b&gt;cómo hacer que quiera estar sin vos&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2432962537196927581?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2432962537196927581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/otra-vez-u-na-misma-pele.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2432962537196927581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2432962537196927581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/otra-vez-u-na-misma-pele.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VvFmzLwvO2Q/TtbzZZ5_bKI/AAAAAAAAB8g/02d98LkGzns/s72-c/DSCI6473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-628017047517440454</id><published>2011-11-28T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T11:45:05.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfGH4hNzvkQ/TtPaYUd0vNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/uJmFSgdf768/s1600/DSCI5448.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfGH4hNzvkQ/TtPaYUd0vNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/uJmFSgdf768/s320/DSCI5448.JPG" width="101" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;·&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Con&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sin&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;razón,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;no me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;animo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;a perderte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No me animo a volver a fracasar, no me animo a dejar que las cosas sean como la mala suerte quiera, no me animo a que me dejes y te vayas con una parte de mi corazón, no me animo a dejarte ir, no me animo a que me vuelvan a lastimar, no me animo a ser diferente y hacer diferente las cosas, no me animo a fallar de vuelta, no me animo a cambiar, pero tampoco me animo a repetir la misma historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-628017047517440454?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/628017047517440454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/con-o-sin-razon-no-me-animo-perderte.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/628017047517440454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/628017047517440454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/con-o-sin-razon-no-me-animo-perderte.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wfGH4hNzvkQ/TtPaYUd0vNI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/uJmFSgdf768/s72-c/DSCI5448.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-497957997427746349</id><published>2011-11-26T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T19:10:01.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsszQn243Rc/TtGo7oTqvgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZeS4ivMDROE/s1600/DSCI4670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="157" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsszQn243Rc/TtGo7oTqvgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZeS4ivMDROE/s320/DSCI4670.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nunca quise irme, pero jamás me diste razones para quedarme. Jamás sentí que&amp;nbsp;querías&amp;nbsp;que me quedara al lado tuyo, que sin mi no eras feliz, que te hacía falta algo. Jamás escuché ''las cosas van a cambiar'', ni ''perdóname, hice las cosas mal'', jamás sentí con un beso que me entregabas algo, ni con un abrazo que deseabas quedarte conmigo todo el tiempo posible. ¿Y entonces que? me engaño sola, me ilusiono sola, y me termino enamorando sola.&amp;nbsp;Puede ser que yo misma me engañe siempre, con tontos gestos, con cosas básicas, con cosas que hoy se desvalorizan, puede ser que me hagas ilusionar de una manera increíble, puede ser que sea una de las personas que se creen todo lo que le dicen, que aceptan todo lo bueno que les dan .. aun sabiendo que es mentira, pero si algo me hace bien, lo acepto y me engaño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-497957997427746349?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/497957997427746349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/nunca-quise-irme-pero-jamas-me-diste.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/497957997427746349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/497957997427746349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/nunca-quise-irme-pero-jamas-me-diste.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsszQn243Rc/TtGo7oTqvgI/AAAAAAAAB8I/ZeS4ivMDROE/s72-c/DSCI4670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-339160298685077234</id><published>2011-11-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:58:24.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8exC0qx0g4/TtGjKLyiSlI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KHJjACbjTf8/s1600/DSCI6378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8exC0qx0g4/TtGjKLyiSlI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KHJjACbjTf8/s320/DSCI6378.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A veces me pregunto yo si en vez de odio y de rencor, no puede hacerse más amor .. A veces me pregunto yo porque la gente abandono al inocente ser que sin querer nació, Y a veces en vez de preguntar porque hay tan poca caridad, porque la &amp;nbsp;fuerza es la que impone la verdad, porque faltando lo&amp;nbsp;esencial&amp;nbsp;ha de triunfar lo material ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl8m2Rr_sog/TtGi-L6GNtI/AAAAAAAAB74/DJPU7n_zGLo/s1600/a+veces+me+pregunto+YO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cl8m2Rr_sog/TtGi-L6GNtI/AAAAAAAAB74/DJPU7n_zGLo/s320/a+veces+me+pregunto+YO.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-339160298685077234?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/339160298685077234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/veces-me-pregunto-yo-si-en-vez-de-odio.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/339160298685077234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/339160298685077234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/veces-me-pregunto-yo-si-en-vez-de-odio.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X8exC0qx0g4/TtGjKLyiSlI/AAAAAAAAB8A/KHJjACbjTf8/s72-c/DSCI6378.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3779664040729260396</id><published>2011-11-26T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T18:27:23.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtM0irZ3HQM/TtGd8d1EF3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/IjlJpCuVGIA/s1600/DSCI8444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtM0irZ3HQM/TtGd8d1EF3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/IjlJpCuVGIA/s320/DSCI8444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Lo que siento por ti hace poco empezó y es algo hermoso ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLXRgKl2W7E/TtGd9Skw0WI/AAAAAAAAB7w/xLaew1UxWJ4/s1600/encantdoramente+caprichoso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OLXRgKl2W7E/TtGd9Skw0WI/AAAAAAAAB7w/xLaew1UxWJ4/s320/encantdoramente+caprichoso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;me pongo a tu merced, cuando estas junto a mi &amp;nbsp;.. si me llamas estoy, a cualquier lado voy, si necesitas que te haga una visita, solicita que te vaya a buscar. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lo que siento por ti, te lo voy a decir, aunque no es nada fácil, es algo que creo mereces oír .. es amor, lo que yo siento.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3779664040729260396?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3779664040729260396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-que-siento-por-ti-hace-poco-empezo-y.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3779664040729260396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3779664040729260396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-que-siento-por-ti-hace-poco-empezo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KtM0irZ3HQM/TtGd8d1EF3I/AAAAAAAAB7o/IjlJpCuVGIA/s72-c/DSCI8444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5872392563846787712</id><published>2011-11-26T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T07:42:44.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7TDigL0k7M/TtEGxTZGqqI/AAAAAAAAB7g/LEhSb5b7yl0/s1600/DSCI5337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7TDigL0k7M/TtEGxTZGqqI/AAAAAAAAB7g/LEhSb5b7yl0/s320/DSCI5337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Enséñame&amp;nbsp;a quererte un poco más y a sentir contigo, el amor que tu me das desvanece el frío.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/6948086813958123169-5872392563846787712?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5872392563846787712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ensename-quererte-un-poco-mas-y-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5872392563846787712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5872392563846787712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ensename-quererte-un-poco-mas-y-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W7TDigL0k7M/TtEGxTZGqqI/AAAAAAAAB7g/LEhSb5b7yl0/s72-c/DSCI5337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3667343199342172568</id><published>2011-11-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:24:36.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWhwaGuOA/TtBmfGejCRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/6O4KVSOGQ18/s1600/223686_261536687205496_100000474999995_1077735_574865_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWhwaGuOA/TtBmfGejCRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/6O4KVSOGQ18/s320/223686_261536687205496_100000474999995_1077735_574865_n.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;No voy a escuchar mentiras ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ni verdades cambiadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6948086813958123169-3667343199342172568?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3667343199342172568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-voy-escuchar-mentiras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3667343199342172568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3667343199342172568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-voy-escuchar-mentiras.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5DNWhwaGuOA/TtBmfGejCRI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/6O4KVSOGQ18/s72-c/223686_261536687205496_100000474999995_1077735_574865_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-4071872558014325413</id><published>2011-11-25T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T20:05:00.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lo único feo es no tener p&lt;u&gt;orqu&lt;/u&gt;e vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87Aa6jhzgZY/TtBjkY5RhhI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3bvomaCSKGs/s1600/DSC02077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87Aa6jhzgZY/TtBjkY5RhhI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3bvomaCSKGs/s400/DSC02077.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6948086813958123169-4071872558014325413?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/4071872558014325413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-unico-feo-es-no-tener-p-orqu-e-vivir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4071872558014325413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4071872558014325413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-unico-feo-es-no-tener-p-orqu-e-vivir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-87Aa6jhzgZY/TtBjkY5RhhI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/3bvomaCSKGs/s72-c/DSC02077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2511728249423369232</id><published>2011-11-25T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T19:51:37.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHH_diYQDqk/TtBgvWWEVLI/AAAAAAAAB7A/HOUCQdwRRj8/s1600/DSCI6258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHH_diYQDqk/TtBgvWWEVLI/AAAAAAAAB7A/HOUCQdwRRj8/s320/DSCI6258.JPG" width="269" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ese &lt;strike&gt;hombre&lt;/strike&gt; que tu ves ahí que parece tan galante, tan atento y arrogante .. lo conozco como a mi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ese hombre que tu ves ahí que aparenta ser divino, tan amable y efusivo, solo sabe hacer sufrir. Es un gran necio, un estúpido, engreído, egoísta y caprichoso, un payaso vanidoso,&amp;nbsp;inconsciente&amp;nbsp;y presumido, falso, malo,&amp;nbsp;rencoroso&amp;nbsp;que no tiene corazón. Lleno de celos, ni motivos, como el viento impetuoso, pocas veces cariñoso, inseguro de si mismo, insoportable como amigo, insufrible como amor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ese hombre que tu ves ahí que parece tan seguro, de pisar bien por el mundo .. &lt;b&gt;solo sabe hacer sufrir.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2511728249423369232?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2511728249423369232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ese-hombre-que-tu-ves-ahi-que-parece.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2511728249423369232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2511728249423369232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ese-hombre-que-tu-ves-ahi-que-parece.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OHH_diYQDqk/TtBgvWWEVLI/AAAAAAAAB7A/HOUCQdwRRj8/s72-c/DSCI6258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5325822012340073423</id><published>2011-11-24T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:16:22.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2d3037; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3zifAbmZ8/Ts74DLTVyjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/wM3D-2cG2R8/s1600/DSCI6335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="162" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3zifAbmZ8/Ts74DLTVyjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/wM3D-2cG2R8/s320/DSCI6335.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;do sieηtas tristesa, que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;o puedas ca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ℓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;mar. Cua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;do haya u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;vacío que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;o puedas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ℓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ℓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;enar .. te&amp;nbsp;abrasaré, te haré o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ℓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;vidar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;ℓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;o que te hizo sufrir,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;o vas a caer mie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;tras estés ju&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;η&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&gt;to a mi .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 23px; white-space: normal;"&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/6948086813958123169-5325822012340073423?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5325822012340073423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/cua-do-sietas-tristesa-que-o-puedas-ca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5325822012340073423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5325822012340073423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/cua-do-sietas-tristesa-que-o-puedas-ca.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts3zifAbmZ8/Ts74DLTVyjI/AAAAAAAAB6o/wM3D-2cG2R8/s72-c/DSCI6335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3671115976052685306</id><published>2011-11-22T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:22:40.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwRXLo_aDu0/TsugRDCpkdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/02mTruLtdU4/s1600/DSCI6635.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwRXLo_aDu0/TsugRDCpkdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/02mTruLtdU4/s400/DSCI6635.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- ¿Te quedarías conmigo?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- ¿Quedarme con vos? ¿Para que? Míranos! ya estamos peleando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Pero eso es lo que hacemos! Peleamos.. Tu me dices cuando soy un hijo de puta arrogante y yo te digo cuando eres una pesada insoportable. Lo cual eres el 99% del tiempo. No me importa insultarte. Me lo devuelves al instante, y regresas a hacer la misma cagada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- ¿Entonces que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Así que no será fácil, será difícil. y tendremos que echarle ganas cada día, pero quiero hacerlo, porque te quiero. Quiero todo de ti, para siempre, tu y yo, cada día.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;¿Harías algo por mi? Imagina tu vida 30 años desde hoy .. ¿como se ve? si es ese tipo, pues, vete...VETE! te perdi una vez creo que&amp;nbsp;podría&amp;nbsp;hacerlo de nuevo si supiera que es lo que realmente quieres. Pero no tomes el camino mas&amp;nbsp;fácil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- ¿Cual? No hay manera facil! no importa lo que haga, alguien se lastima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;- Deja de pensar en lo que quiere todo el mundo. Deja de pensar en lo que quiere el, lo que quiero yo o tus padres .. ¿que quieres tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yo me jugué por lo que&amp;nbsp;sentía&amp;nbsp;y ahora intento enterrar nuestro amor con la mayor dignidad posible .. Pero mi corazón sigue siendo de él y contra eso, por el momento, no puedo hacer nada ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3671115976052685306?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3671115976052685306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-quedarias-conmigo-quedarme-con-vos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3671115976052685306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3671115976052685306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-quedarias-conmigo-quedarme-con-vos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fwRXLo_aDu0/TsugRDCpkdI/AAAAAAAAB6g/02mTruLtdU4/s72-c/DSCI6635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7030057401193301367</id><published>2011-11-22T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:06:54.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8YaBXNJv3o/Tsud0aNKs7I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gdWNfmflv-w/s1600/DSCI6528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8YaBXNJv3o/Tsud0aNKs7I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gdWNfmflv-w/s640/DSCI6528.JPG" width="393" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lo siento,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;pero tu tiempo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;pasó,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;ya mi vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;está mejor,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;y como yo ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;no encontraras&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;otro amor.&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/6948086813958123169-7030057401193301367?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7030057401193301367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-siento-pero-tu-tiempo-paso-ya-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7030057401193301367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7030057401193301367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/lo-siento-pero-tu-tiempo-paso-ya-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P8YaBXNJv3o/Tsud0aNKs7I/AAAAAAAAB6Y/gdWNfmflv-w/s72-c/DSCI6528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2973791837524983828</id><published>2011-11-22T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T05:00:50.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x69LTkS58vE/TsucW9z44tI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/04xy7TQVsoM/s1600/DSCI6627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x69LTkS58vE/TsucW9z44tI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/04xy7TQVsoM/s320/DSCI6627.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refugiándote, escondiéndote, detrás de esa careta que no te deja ni ver. Sólo podes mirar, con falsos ojos entreabiertos, tratando de buscar tu satisfacción. Tratando de convencerte de que tu conciente, puede vencer a tu corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Y así vas, y te conformas con las migas de pan que te quedan, y las queres armar, como si fueran rompecabezas. Te juras que no vas a volver, pero de vez en mes, apareces. Luego te vas, donde el orgullo, algo irreal, pero tan tuyo, te impide llegar a donde queres. Y lo perdés, y lo aceptas y te rendís a los pies del rencor.&lt;br /&gt;Pero crees encontrar la solución y te buscas un falso amor que cure tus heridas, esas que vos mismo creaste. Después lo analizas, y ahí ves que no das más, pero no hay vuelta atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Y la muchacha habla de más y piensa de menos. No baila y no se ríe. Dice más de lo que escribe, y ni siquiera sabe volar. Ella es tan veloz, tu consuelo, tu pañuelo de lágrimas, tu refugio. Yo soy tu meta, tu sueño, tu pasión, tu vida, tu inspiración, tu todo y tu canción. Ella está muy cerca y yo estoy muy dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Soy el amor de tu vida, pero no voy a volver. Aunque me busques de día, de noche, no me vas a tener. Ya no te voy a susurrar al oído, ya no te voy a abrazar. Me guardo todo lo que tengo, lo que te iba a dar. Entraste en un laberinto y conoces la salida, pero preferís estancarte y darte contra la pared. O tal vez hablarle sin esperar respuesta, porque ya la tenes.&lt;br /&gt;Ya estás adentro, es hora de jugar. Tu juego preferido, ¿no lo podes ganar? ¿Qué pasó con tu destreza? ¿A dónde fue a parar? Deberías recapacitar sobre tu forma de andar. Sé vos mismo, no te dejes llevar.&amp;nbsp;Confórmate, no te queda otra opción, por más que te mueras, ya me escapé de vos.&amp;nbsp;Ya me fui, no existí, ya no estoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6948086813958123169-2973791837524983828?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2973791837524983828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/refugiandote-escondiendote-detras-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2973791837524983828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2973791837524983828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/refugiandote-escondiendote-detras-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x69LTkS58vE/TsucW9z44tI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/04xy7TQVsoM/s72-c/DSCI6627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6274135099253457600</id><published>2011-11-22T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:45:27.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aybTRcBsCTI/TsuY5xMxXWI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AXTJj2PCPpU/s1600/DSCI6628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aybTRcBsCTI/TsuY5xMxXWI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AXTJj2PCPpU/s320/DSCI6628.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo ver como el miedo se penetra por mi piel. Puede ser que en un momento veas la vida de papel. Veo tus ojos casi sin aliento y tu alma baila a contratiempo. Quiero verte sonreír de nuevo pero ya verás que este &lt;b&gt;es el principio y no el final&lt;/b&gt;. No voy a dejarme ir, ni voy a mirar atras, no quiero dejar mi espacio ni mi esencia un día más, &lt;b&gt;no voy a dejar de amar ni voy a dejar de respirar&lt;/b&gt;. Me quiero quedar contigo hasta el final. Puede ser que en el intento no me salga nada bien, pero nadie es perfecto, y&lt;u&gt;o aquí vine a aprende&lt;/u&gt;r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6274135099253457600?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6274135099253457600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/puedo-ver-como-el-miedo-se-penetra-por.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6274135099253457600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6274135099253457600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/puedo-ver-como-el-miedo-se-penetra-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aybTRcBsCTI/TsuY5xMxXWI/AAAAAAAAB6I/AXTJj2PCPpU/s72-c/DSCI6628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1580264979260361136</id><published>2011-11-22T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:39:46.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTohA1SsLag/TsuSi5eB19I/AAAAAAAAB6A/arfkDns2EV8/s1600/DSCI6561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTohA1SsLag/TsuSi5eB19I/AAAAAAAAB6A/arfkDns2EV8/s640/DSCI6561.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;Yo te ensenaría que las cosas malas siempre pasan por algo, te enseñaría a amar, te enseñaría que caminar juntos de la mano puede significar mucho más, te enseñaría que después de fracasar alguien &lt;b&gt;te ayuda a levantar&lt;/b&gt;, que de los errores se termina aprendiendo, que uno merece ser feliz, que tu mirada para mi es lo más importante, que conmigo todo estará bien, que &lt;b&gt;vos tenes todo de mi&lt;/b&gt;, que te entrego el corazón, te enseñaría que puedo llenarte de amor, que la distancia no es más que una escusa, que sos parte de mi. Te enseñaría que tener tu amor es lo único que quiero y es lo único que me ayuda a estar de pie. Te enseñaría que te quiero con mi vida . . y sin importar nada, q&lt;u&gt;uiero de vo&lt;/u&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1580264979260361136?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1580264979260361136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo-te-ensenaria-que-las-cosas-malas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1580264979260361136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1580264979260361136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/yo-te-ensenaria-que-las-cosas-malas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QTohA1SsLag/TsuSi5eB19I/AAAAAAAAB6A/arfkDns2EV8/s72-c/DSCI6561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5412003318057380409</id><published>2011-11-22T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T04:08:06.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_S7L8Sl1nE/TsuP4heY71I/AAAAAAAAB54/s51Te1TiLiw/s1600/DSCI6269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_S7L8Sl1nE/TsuP4heY71I/AAAAAAAAB54/s51Te1TiLiw/s320/DSCI6269.JPG" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No pretendo algo más que no sea ser la que día a día te acompaña &amp;nbsp;a pesar de todo, pretendo darte mi amor segundo a segundo, mi tiempo y lo mejor que tengo de mi, pretendo ser la mejor de todas las que pasaron y me recuerdes como la única que paso en tu vida, así hayan pasado más de 10 .. pretendo hacerte feliz en cada momento que estemos juntos y pretendo darte lo mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5412003318057380409?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5412003318057380409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-pretendo-algo-mas-que-no-sea-ser-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5412003318057380409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5412003318057380409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/no-pretendo-algo-mas-que-no-sea-ser-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c_S7L8Sl1nE/TsuP4heY71I/AAAAAAAAB54/s51Te1TiLiw/s72-c/DSCI6269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1255799324479034776</id><published>2011-11-18T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T19:12:42.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a mentir? si te encanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a reír?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PeNZXAZuSuU/TscZuNRz1lI/AAAAAAAAB5s/VAxt4468Rkg/s1600/DSCI8719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PeNZXAZuSuU/TscZuNRz1lI/AAAAAAAAB5s/VAxt4468Rkg/s400/DSCI8719.JPG" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;i te encanta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; ¿Qué decís que no vas a venir? si pensas en venir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cada vez que te alejás de mí&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a llorar? si te encanta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Es una noche más llena de magia blanca&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a bailar? si te encanta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a probar? si te encanta&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a salir? si pensás en salir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cada vez que&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;te alejas de aquí&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;¿Qué decís que no vas a gritar? si te encanta.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Es una noche más llena de magia blanca, otra oportunidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;donde el dolor d&lt;u&gt;escans&lt;/u&gt;a.&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/6948086813958123169-1255799324479034776?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1255799324479034776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-decis-que-no-vas-mentir-si-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1255799324479034776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1255799324479034776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/que-decis-que-no-vas-mentir-si-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PeNZXAZuSuU/TscZuNRz1lI/AAAAAAAAB5s/VAxt4468Rkg/s72-c/DSCI8719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5425426892596740857</id><published>2011-11-14T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:17:47.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0v_oP6iHM/TsHHfdlWH_I/AAAAAAAAB5k/bRCcwkU1i_E/s1600/DSCI1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0v_oP6iHM/TsHHfdlWH_I/AAAAAAAAB5k/bRCcwkU1i_E/s400/DSCI1115.JPG" width="125" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ella dijo que tuvo problemas y le dije que esté preparada para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; font-size: large;"&gt;mucho menos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ella quiso saberlo todo de mi pero no hubo palabras, dijo que &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;era malo que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no arriesgue ese momento junto a ella&lt;/span&gt;. Era mejor olvidarlo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;todo como si nada hubiera sido.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Ella dijo "q&lt;u&gt;ue te vaya bie&lt;/u&gt;n" y le dije "b&lt;u&gt;uena suert&lt;/u&gt;e y h&lt;u&gt;asta lueg&lt;/u&gt;o" y nunca más la volveré a ver, tal vez en&amp;nbsp;algún&amp;nbsp;tiempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Dicen que todo se sabe pero tal vez no quieras saberlo, era mejor olvidar todo por un tiempo.&amp;nbsp;&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/6948086813958123169-5425426892596740857?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5425426892596740857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-dijo-que-tuvo-problemas-y-le-dije.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5425426892596740857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5425426892596740857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ella-dijo-que-tuvo-problemas-y-le-dije.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nb0v_oP6iHM/TsHHfdlWH_I/AAAAAAAAB5k/bRCcwkU1i_E/s72-c/DSCI1115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-9050310772031442007</id><published>2011-11-14T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T18:01:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TLvYzpiiB4I/AAAAAAAABjY/biJ4vu9-rKM/s1600/44922_1417890856253_1502093379_30886580_929471_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529251349363033986" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TLvYzpiiB4I/AAAAAAAABjY/biJ4vu9-rKM/s400/44922_1417890856253_1502093379_30886580_929471_n.jpg" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"&gt;Si, claro que estoy llorando ¿o es que acaso esperabas que hiciera una fiesta como despedida? aplaudir que te vas, destrozando mi vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; text-align: left;"&gt;No, no podré perdonarte, a pesar que te quiero con toda mi alma, me obligas a odiarte. Hoy te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; text-align: left;"&gt;ríes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new'; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;de mi, no te duele dejarme, pero vas a volverme a buscar y te advierto que voy a vengarme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-9050310772031442007?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/9050310772031442007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/si-claro-que-estoy-llorando-o-es-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9050310772031442007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9050310772031442007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/si-claro-que-estoy-llorando-o-es-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TLvYzpiiB4I/AAAAAAAABjY/biJ4vu9-rKM/s72-c/44922_1417890856253_1502093379_30886580_929471_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1342485697324483517</id><published>2011-11-14T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:29:22.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F7GgaiDY8c/TsG8lqTgjLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/m_K09BnsdXE/s1600/prrrum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F7GgaiDY8c/TsG8lqTgjLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/m_K09BnsdXE/s400/prrrum.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Te dicen millones de cosas, te dicen ''&lt;i&gt;te extraño&lt;/i&gt;'', te dicen ''&lt;i&gt;te amo&lt;/i&gt;'', te dicen que ''&lt;i&gt;sos la persona que realmente quiere&lt;/i&gt;n'', te dicen mil cosas para hacerte sentir especial, &amp;nbsp;te dicen que son capaces de hacerte feliz, te dicen que nunca te van a fallar, te hacen promesas, te hacen sentir que sin él morimos, de una forma u otra te hacen sentir bien, te hacen sentir feliz y que con él todo va bien. Te dicen todo lo posible para terminar a sus pies.&amp;nbsp;Pero un día sin darles razones deciden irse, no les importa haber despertado amor en uno, no le importa haber echo promesas, no les importa haber echo sentir especial a alguien,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; no les importa fallarte&lt;/span&gt;. Como siempre, nos aferramos a lo imposible, a lo malo, a lo que daña, a lo raro y aferrarse en esta vida no sirve para nada, en esta vida nada es para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1342485697324483517?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1342485697324483517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-dicen-millones-de-cosas-te-dicen-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1342485697324483517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1342485697324483517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/te-dicen-millones-de-cosas-te-dicen-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7F7GgaiDY8c/TsG8lqTgjLI/AAAAAAAAB5c/m_K09BnsdXE/s72-c/prrrum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5507006263467120669</id><published>2011-11-14T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:08:16.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtwclD8oCE8/TsG6hwxU2xI/AAAAAAAAB5U/X3xppB4marY/s1600/DSCI5622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtwclD8oCE8/TsG6hwxU2xI/AAAAAAAAB5U/X3xppB4marY/s400/DSCI5622.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: medium; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Una lagrima en el momento justo, un silencio, todos nos servimos de esas armas cuando queremos lograr nuestro objetivo. Somos los directores de nuestra puesta en escena. Tragedia, comedia de enredos, policial, el género que haga falta, el show que se necesite para poder avanzar. Podemos actuar con verdad y convicción, un amor, un odio, una pasión, lo único que importa es que haya otro que nos mire, porque es a ese a quien le dedicamos el show. Mentira, verdad, ¿importa? Si un nene hace un berrinche para reclamar nuestro cariño ¿importa que ese berrinche sea un show?&amp;nbsp;C&lt;u&gt;ada cual hace su jueg&lt;/u&gt;o.&amp;nbsp;Todos hacemos el papel de nosotros mismos, todos actuamos. El que seduce actúa, el que abandona actúa, el que pide, el que da, el que suplica, el que se enoja, todos actúan. Todos hacen la escena, hacen el show. El tema no es si está bien o está mal hacer el show, sino cual es el show más creíble ..&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/6948086813958123169-5507006263467120669?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5507006263467120669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/una-lagrima-en-el-momento-justo-un.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5507006263467120669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5507006263467120669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/una-lagrima-en-el-momento-justo-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KtwclD8oCE8/TsG6hwxU2xI/AAAAAAAAB5U/X3xppB4marY/s72-c/DSCI5622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6510146146848148797</id><published>2011-11-12T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T09:28:59.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7tAtGZO650/Tr6lWAIw5cI/AAAAAAAAB2s/kgEt6cYHJJQ/s1600/DSCI4314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7tAtGZO650/Tr6lWAIw5cI/AAAAAAAAB2s/kgEt6cYHJJQ/s320/DSCI4314.JPG" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sabes que no sueño con &lt;b&gt;vos&lt;/b&gt; al dormir, no es bueno soñar con los&amp;nbsp;ángeles&amp;nbsp;de hoy, sabes que miento siempre que hay una buena&amp;nbsp;ocasión, también sabes que un consejero me dijo ''&lt;i&gt;echa el amor, echa la trampa&lt;/i&gt;'' y al pie de la letra sigo ese hermoso consejo cruel. ''&lt;i&gt;El que no&amp;nbsp;arriesga&amp;nbsp;no gana''&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;dijiste.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;''El que&amp;nbsp;arriesga&amp;nbsp;puede morir por amor''&lt;/i&gt; te dije y comprendiste que no iba a ser yo, el que cubra tu cuerpo en noches de&amp;nbsp;frío, el que te regale rosas sin espinas, el que aparte de ser sexo sea un amigo, el que derroche amor en cada esquina. ¿Tanto te cuesta dar besos a una sola? t&lt;u&gt;e juro que amor nunca te va a falta&lt;/u&gt;r. mi amor eso no importa, lo que importa es variedad. &lt;i&gt;"Es mejor ser presa de un hombre&amp;nbsp;y no el polvo,&amp;nbsp;insípido&amp;nbsp;y oscuro de más de dos" .. &lt;/i&gt;dijiste y comprendí que no ibas a ser vos, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;la que comparte mis besos con cualquiera, la que pise fuerte el&amp;nbsp;acelerador, la que quiera hacerlo de muchas maneras, la que sepa bien&amp;nbsp;fingir&amp;nbsp;cuando no haya amor&lt;/span&gt;. Pero les cuento señores que me asombra lo mucho que puede cambiar la mujer, ahora ella es la que se esconde entre las sombras y yo estoy aquí, &lt;b&gt;loco por volverla a ver&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6476287892217280558?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6476287892217280558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabes-que-no-sueno-con-vos-al-dormir-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6476287892217280558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6476287892217280558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/sabes-que-no-sueno-con-vos-al-dormir-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i7tAtGZO650/Tr6lWAIw5cI/AAAAAAAAB2s/kgEt6cYHJJQ/s72-c/DSCI4314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1233102509159046151</id><published>2011-11-09T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:58:19.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aCw1RzrVC8/Trs6wQDcf5I/AAAAAAAAB1o/T9CXFQg1TBo/s1600/DSCI5770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aCw1RzrVC8/Trs6wQDcf5I/AAAAAAAAB1o/T9CXFQg1TBo/s640/DSCI5770.JPG" width="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;El amor tiene firma de autor en las causas perdidas. el amor siempre empieza soñando y termina en&amp;nbsp;insomnio. es un acto profundo de&amp;nbsp;fe&amp;nbsp;que huele a mentira, el amor baila el son que le toque, sea Dios o el demonio. El amor es la guerra entre el sexo y la risa, es la llave con que abres el grifo del agua en los ojos. El es tiempo más lento del mundo cuando va de prisa. El amor se abre paso despacio no importa el cerrojo. El amor es la arrogancia de aferrarse a lo imposible. Es buscar en otra parte lo que no encuentras en ti, el amor es un ingrato que te eleva por un rato y te desploma porque si. El amor es dos en uno, que al final no son ninguno y se acostumbran a mentir. El amor es la belleza que se nutre de tristeza y al final, siempre se va. El amor casi siempre es mejor cuando está en otra parte, luce bien en novelas que venden finales perfectos . No te vayas amor que aunque duelas, no quiero dejarte. Si eres siempre un error ¿porque nunca se ven tus defectos? puede ser que lo que juzgue se otra cosa, no lo sé. Y a mi suerte le ha tocado el impostor, tampoco sé. El amor es un ingrato que te eleva por un rato y te desploma por que si. El amor es dos en uno, que al final no son ninguno y se acostumbran a mentir. &lt;i&gt;El amor es la belleza que se nutre de tristeza y al final, siempre se va&lt;/i&gt;. Y no te deja decir lo que quieres decir, sin hacerte saber que se escupe hacia arriba. &lt;i&gt;Es sentarse a mirar el pasar frente a ti, el&amp;nbsp;cadáver&amp;nbsp;de todos tus sueños.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1233102509159046151?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1233102509159046151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-amor-tiene-firma-de-autor-en-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1233102509159046151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1233102509159046151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/el-amor-tiene-firma-de-autor-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1aCw1RzrVC8/Trs6wQDcf5I/AAAAAAAAB1o/T9CXFQg1TBo/s72-c/DSCI5770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8091186727219166299</id><published>2011-11-09T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T18:37:16.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vivir la vida", de eso se trata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeKVDJk9gX0/TrX-N5UdK-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/daBBllrDWAQ/s1600/DSCI3906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeKVDJk9gX0/TrX-N5UdK-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/daBBllrDWAQ/s400/DSCI3906.JPG" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mucha gente nos &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;vive &lt;/span&gt;diciendo ''&lt;i&gt;disfruta&amp;nbsp;de la vida&lt;/i&gt;'', ''&lt;i&gt;viví&amp;nbsp;la vida&lt;/i&gt;'' ; cuando nos ven pasando momentos difíciles, y lo que no se dan cuenta es que la vida viene con cosas tanto malas como buenas.&lt;br /&gt;Capaz un ''&lt;i&gt;viví la vida&lt;/i&gt;'' para ellos es hacer todo lo posible para olvidar las cosas malas,&amp;nbsp;ocultándolas&amp;nbsp;bajo lo que todos tenemos para ocultar cosas que son preferibles no recordar.&lt;br /&gt;La vida es una sola, y hay que vivirla, vivir cosas buenas, vivir cosas malas, vivirla en fin. Si tengo que vivirla, voy a vivirla con alegrías y llantos, con derrotas y victorias, con todo lo que significa &lt;i&gt;vivir&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vivir amando&lt;/b&gt;, vivir odiando, &lt;b&gt;vivir deseando,&lt;/b&gt; vivir llorando, &lt;b&gt;vivir sonriendo. Ojalá&amp;nbsp;pudiéramos&amp;nbsp;vivir sólo amando, deseando, sonriendo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8091186727219166299?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8091186727219166299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/vivir-la-vida-de-eso-se-trata.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8091186727219166299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8091186727219166299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/vivir-la-vida-de-eso-se-trata.html' title='&quot;Vivir la vida&quot;, de eso se trata.'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SeKVDJk9gX0/TrX-N5UdK-I/AAAAAAAAB1g/daBBllrDWAQ/s72-c/DSCI3906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7242319375683896432</id><published>2011-11-02T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T14:14:21.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU2059kW1bY/TrGyZG48V1I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/GLMi62eux-Y/s1600/DSCI4818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU2059kW1bY/TrGyZG48V1I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/GLMi62eux-Y/s320/DSCI4818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A la primera persona que me ayude a sentir otra vez, pienso entregarle mi vida, pienso entregarle mi fe. No pido que las cosas siempre me salgan bien, pero ya estoy harta de perderte siempre sin querer.&lt;br /&gt;A la primera persona que me ayude a salir de este infierno en el que yo misma decidí vivir, le regalo cualquier tarde para los dos. Lo que digo es que ahora ya ni tengo donde estar.&amp;nbsp;Aunque si no eres la persona que soñaba para mi&lt;i&gt; ¿qué voy a hacer? ¿qué voy a hacer con los sueños? ¿qué voy a hacer con aquellos restos? ¿qué puedo hacer con todo aquello que soñamos, dime ; dónde lo metemos? ¿dónde guardo la mirada que me diste alguna vez? ¿dónde guardo las promesas ¿donde guardo el ayer? ¿dónde guardo tu manera de tocarme? ¿dónde guardo mi fe?&lt;/i&gt; aunque lo diga la gente, yo no lo quiero escuchar . . &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No hay más miedo que el que se siente cuando ya no sientes nada&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/6948086813958123169-7242319375683896432?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7242319375683896432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-primera-persona-que-me-ayude-sentir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7242319375683896432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7242319375683896432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-primera-persona-que-me-ayude-sentir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YU2059kW1bY/TrGyZG48V1I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/GLMi62eux-Y/s72-c/DSCI4818.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1490292118921865153</id><published>2011-11-01T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T19:06:56.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssucGuXrJQc/TrCK-xKK3FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7X-YAYIW6gE/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssucGuXrJQc/TrCK-xKK3FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7X-YAYIW6gE/s320/32.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Ni los, ni nos, ni vos, ni yo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;debemos cagar esta cruz. &lt;b&gt;Comprender, aceptar&lt;/b&gt;, hicimos nuestro camino al caminar y hoy decidimos frenar acá, no vamos al mismo lugar. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6;"&gt;Traté de hacer a mi bien tu bien y ves bien que me salió mal. &lt;/span&gt;Dijiste "hasta acá, ya fue, me voy, mi vida no está junto a vos" . . ya me cansé de que te de igual si soy feliz o no lo soy.&amp;nbsp;Comprender, aceptar, parecía tan fácil como sumar t&lt;u&gt;u amor y mi lealta&lt;/u&gt;d, m&lt;u&gt;i ternura y tu amista&lt;/u&gt;d. A veces marte y venus se llevan mal, no es cuestión de maldad, es duro aprender a amar. Y acá estoy&amp;nbsp;despidiéndome,&amp;nbsp;mascando tu rencor, lo sé. No me quedó más que aceptar, soy tan culpable como vos. Yo también deje de regar la flor de la superación, comprender, aceptar, prometiste cuidarme sin importar y hoy ya no importa mi bienestar. Lo importante es tu ansiedad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Yo me propuse superar tu ausencia a pesar del dolor&lt;/i&gt;, vos&amp;nbsp;preferís&amp;nbsp;no analizar,&amp;nbsp;seguís&amp;nbsp;en busca del amor. Comprender, aceptar ; por mas gotas de sal que le robe al mar, por más florea que enrollar, hoy nos toca despegar. Y acá estoy,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;despidiéndome&lt;/span&gt;. Mascando tu rencor. Estoy&amp;nbsp;confiándote, e&lt;u&gt;l tiempo no dirá que hace&lt;/u&gt;r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1490292118921865153?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1490292118921865153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ni-los-ni-vos-ni-yo-debemos-cagar-esta.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1490292118921865153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1490292118921865153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/11/ni-los-ni-vos-ni-yo-debemos-cagar-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssucGuXrJQc/TrCK-xKK3FI/AAAAAAAAB0I/7X-YAYIW6gE/s72-c/32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-685150867996317128</id><published>2011-10-28T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T15:51:01.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xubxEFc3Ygc/TqtwrgpmvlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/B9WQVnMXNzg/s1600/DSCI4113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xubxEFc3Ygc/TqtwrgpmvlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/B9WQVnMXNzg/s400/DSCI4113.JPG" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No me arrepiento de haber entregado el corazón, me arrepiento de&amp;nbsp;habérselo&amp;nbsp;entregado a la persona equivocada. No me arrepiento de haber sentido amor, me arrepiento de haber gastado ese tiempo con una persona que jamás lo sintió. No me arrepiento de haber sido capaz de hacer feliz a alguien, me arrepiento de poder hacer feliz a una persona que no lo&amp;nbsp;merecía. No me arrepiento de haber dado sin esperar nada, me arrepiento de haber creído en que eras diferente. No me arrepiento de haber creído siempre en promesas, me arrepiento de haber creído que tu podrías cumplir una. No me arrepiento de haber encontrado en ti lo que vos no fuiste capaz de encontrar en mi, me arrepiento de haber elegido a una persona que no era capaz de hacerme feliz, que no era capaz de&amp;nbsp;jugársela&amp;nbsp;por una persona, me arrepiento de haber escogido mal, me arrepiento de haberte conocido y de haberte echo alguien importante en mi vida.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-685150867996317128?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/685150867996317128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-me-arrepiento-de-haber-entregado-el.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/685150867996317128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/685150867996317128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-me-arrepiento-de-haber-entregado-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xubxEFc3Ygc/TqtwrgpmvlI/AAAAAAAAB0A/B9WQVnMXNzg/s72-c/DSCI4113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-1728580630818334119</id><published>2011-10-28T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:15:57.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0-jDDEAQ94/TqtuGyxrZwI/AAAAAAAABz4/HHgBuk8sTIE/s1600/DSCI5244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0-jDDEAQ94/TqtuGyxrZwI/AAAAAAAABz4/HHgBuk8sTIE/s400/DSCI5244.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Mi vida&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;había&amp;nbsp;llegado a un&amp;nbsp;punto&amp;nbsp;de estar normal, no esperaba nada de nadie, estaba feliz, podía decir que me encontraba de pie, y que me iba muy bien. Que con el tiempo&amp;nbsp;había&amp;nbsp;logrado superar&amp;nbsp;aquel&amp;nbsp;amor que por poco me&amp;nbsp;llegaba&amp;nbsp;a matar. No había más dolor, por fin&amp;nbsp;había&amp;nbsp;vuelto a ser &lt;u&gt;yo&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Pero&lt;/b&gt; quisiste aparecer en mi vida, y arrebatarme la tranquilidad que tenía, las ganas de no pensar en alguien, ni depender de una persona. Me llenaste poco a poco con ilusiones, palabras, promesas y millones de actos que pueden hacer sentir a una persona especial. ¿Y todo para que? para volver a confiar, y para que te vuelvan a fallar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-1728580630818334119?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/1728580630818334119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/mi-vida-un-estar-normal-no-esperaba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1728580630818334119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/1728580630818334119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/mi-vida-un-estar-normal-no-esperaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O0-jDDEAQ94/TqtuGyxrZwI/AAAAAAAABz4/HHgBuk8sTIE/s72-c/DSCI5244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5355032592745918650</id><published>2011-10-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:24:46.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8CBwnhFAg/TqmRWnZjspI/AAAAAAAABzo/0x0rqchMbwY/s1600/DSCI7810.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8CBwnhFAg/TqmRWnZjspI/AAAAAAAABzo/0x0rqchMbwY/s320/DSCI7810.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mientras que la sangre aquí en mi corazón va subiendo arriba la temperatura. Mientras mi locura, va con tu cordura. Mientras yo te extrañe, yo te sienta, yo te quiera. Yo intento pero nunca salgo del&amp;nbsp;abismo, y todo queda en nada. Mientras mi cuerpo se resiste al caer, yo no te olvido. Quizás yo le pido al amor demasiado, quizás por exceso y demás he pecado.&amp;nbsp;Quizá&amp;nbsp;por costumbre, tal vez por temores, no se porque si, no se si hay razones.&amp;nbsp;Quizás&amp;nbsp;por demencia, piedad o clemencia,&amp;nbsp;quizás&amp;nbsp;por quererte, por necesitarte, quizás&amp;nbsp;porque lejos de ti es demasiado.&amp;nbsp;Quizás&amp;nbsp;por que todas mis necesidades las tengo de ti, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;mientras yo te quiera&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5355032592745918650?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5355032592745918650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/mientras-que-la-sangre-aqui-en-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5355032592745918650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5355032592745918650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/mientras-que-la-sangre-aqui-en-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq8CBwnhFAg/TqmRWnZjspI/AAAAAAAABzo/0x0rqchMbwY/s72-c/DSCI7810.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8989775244897795889</id><published>2011-10-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T10:11:16.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpni17ygbuc/TqmLZsxMbtI/AAAAAAAABzg/6O_M0gjrxBw/s1600/DSCI4423.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpni17ygbuc/TqmLZsxMbtI/AAAAAAAABzg/6O_M0gjrxBw/s400/DSCI4423.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;No fue buena tu intención no pude olvidar tu traición, porque murió, se rompió y dejo de latir mi corazón, me encerraste en tu prisión sin previa justificación ¿por qué te fuiste? te pregunto sin darme una explicación. &amp;nbsp;Recuerdo que quería estar junto a ti hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;Son cosas de la vida, son cosas de tu historia, cosas del día a día hay penas pero también glorias, dias en los que vuelas dias que te caes en fosas. Un día más todo se nubla ya no hay ganas de vivir, no hay nada por lo que seguir no hay nada que haga sonreír, y es que al final uno acaba hasta conviviendo con sus penas, uno acaba solo con ganas de cortarse las venas.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no espero nada de nadie, no espero que me entiendas, no mencionaré ni un nombre, no creo que valga la pena. Porque el tiempo va cambiando pero la gente también, porque el tiempo va pasando y nunca se va a detener, porque quedan muchas cosas todavía que aprender, porque aun queda un camino en la vida que debo escoger.&lt;br /&gt;Y me pregunto el por qué de cada beso que me dabas, porque en ti confiaba si el porque era la respuesta que faltaba, porque la suerte jamas me acompaña, no me extraña que no crea ni una pizca en la esperanza. Laberinto sin salida, te busco y no te encuentro, en el único lugar que estás es en mi pensamiento bien adentro exactamente donde están los sentimientos. Recuerdo que mi vida por ti hubiera dado, dudo que exista alguien que te quiera como te he querido, nunca te faltó de nada porque todo te lo di, quiero dormirme y despertar, saber que jamás te perdí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8989775244897795889?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8989775244897795889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuantas-veces-me-he-caido-lo-largo-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8989775244897795889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8989775244897795889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/cuantas-veces-me-he-caido-lo-largo-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lpni17ygbuc/TqmLZsxMbtI/AAAAAAAABzg/6O_M0gjrxBw/s72-c/DSCI4423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5129472433125136971</id><published>2011-10-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:08:27.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKdXFExx-Vw/Tql_jeJVoKI/AAAAAAAABzI/XFS_fDq0GcE/s1600/DSCI2718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKdXFExx-Vw/Tql_jeJVoKI/AAAAAAAABzI/XFS_fDq0GcE/s320/DSCI2718.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No tengo &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;tu amor&lt;/span&gt;, ni quiero tenerlo. Me doy cuenta que después de haber dado tanto, uno se cansa. Se cansa de dar sin recibir lo mismo a cambio, se cansa de creer en falsas promesas o en promesas no cumplidas, se cansa de confiar donde no hay confianza. &lt;b&gt;Nos cansamos con el tiempo.&lt;/b&gt; Lo que si no creo que una persona pueda llegar a cansarse, es de amar. ¿Cómo alguien puede cansarse de amar? es la sensación más linda que alguien pueda sentir. Aunque tenga millones de problemas, y siempre tenga un &lt;u&gt;final&lt;/u&gt;. Lo más lindo es amar, ¿que es mejor que entregarle todo a una persona? ¿que mejor que sentirse amada? no hay nada mejor que eso, sólo que cuando sufrimos, cuando no nos sentimos amados, están los verdaderos amigos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5129472433125136971?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5129472433125136971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-tengo-tu-amor-ni-quiero-tenerlo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5129472433125136971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5129472433125136971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-tengo-tu-amor-ni-quiero-tenerlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iKdXFExx-Vw/Tql_jeJVoKI/AAAAAAAABzI/XFS_fDq0GcE/s72-c/DSCI2718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2117620946538852146</id><published>2011-10-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T08:46:13.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy estás conmigo, mañana con tu ''dueña''</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcMBqIpz8S4/Tql8udsBv9I/AAAAAAAABzA/2SR4BnLcpa8/s1600/tumblr_ldyi488JQ51qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcMBqIpz8S4/Tql8udsBv9I/AAAAAAAABzA/2SR4BnLcpa8/s320/tumblr_ldyi488JQ51qzfjmqo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Juré que no volvería a sucederme de nuevo, volvió a pasar, que cupido no volvería a enredarme en su juego, al que ahora estás hablando de amar. Tenía miedo a que hoy estés conmigo y mañana con tu dueña. Me gustas pero tengo miedo de fallar en el amor. A&amp;nbsp;cupido no le creo, pero en tus ojos veo esa actitud ¿que te hizo confiar? el pasado ha sido duro , pero casi estoy seguro que (princesa) tu . . ''no puedo cambiar'' con la forma en la que sexy me bailas, y lo rico que tus labios me besan . . a tu lado se me pasan las horas, lejos de ti no sales de mi cabeza. Yo prometí que al amor no le creería más, y aquí ahora estás . . &amp;nbsp;me la paso pensando en ti todos los días ''hablando de amar''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2117620946538852146?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2117620946538852146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoy-estas-conmigo-manana-con-tu-duena.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2117620946538852146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2117620946538852146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoy-estas-conmigo-manana-con-tu-duena.html' title='Hoy estás conmigo, mañana con tu &apos;&apos;dueña&apos;&apos;'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dcMBqIpz8S4/Tql8udsBv9I/AAAAAAAABzA/2SR4BnLcpa8/s72-c/tumblr_ldyi488JQ51qzfjmqo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8030702217236347188</id><published>2011-10-23T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:51:47.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhryUmSPSxA/TqRdi_QuQHI/AAAAAAAABys/OGCxT88QEcw/s1600/DSC01876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666757086817435762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhryUmSPSxA/TqRdi_QuQHI/AAAAAAAABys/OGCxT88QEcw/s400/DSC01876.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Le pedí que no tomara la decisión fácil, porque es la que más duele. Era ella o yo ¿y que eligió? no jugársela por nadie, dejar que las cosas fueran como tenían que ser, más bien como yo iba a dejar que fuesen. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Estar con él era lo que más quería en el mundo&lt;/span&gt;, pero ¿de que me sirve? si a él no le importa jugársela por mi, no le importa pelearla por mi, solo acepta las cosas aunque no fueran fáciles, pero no son fáciles como suelen llamarse, siempre alguien termina sufriendo. Por eso, decidí alejarme yo misma, si sabía que no era lo que él merecía. Una vez le dije que no soportaría volver a sufrir, y me prometió que no lo haría &lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Porque prometen cosas que no van a cumplir?&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8030702217236347188?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8030702217236347188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-going-out-to-forget-they-were.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8030702217236347188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8030702217236347188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/shes-going-out-to-forget-they-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhryUmSPSxA/TqRdi_QuQHI/AAAAAAAABys/OGCxT88QEcw/s72-c/DSC01876.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2968436231993528163</id><published>2011-10-23T11:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:19:33.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1LaTa6pYYk/TqRZkz_C4AI/AAAAAAAAByU/KHRYLKyo2Yo/s1600/DSCI7152.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1LaTa6pYYk/TqRZkz_C4AI/AAAAAAAAByU/KHRYLKyo2Yo/s320/DSCI7152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666752720103727106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque no supiste entender a mi corazón, lo que había en él, porque no tuviste el valor de ver quien soy. Porque no escuchas lo que está tan cerca de ti. Sólo el ruido de afuera y yo que estoy a un lado desaparezco para ti. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;No voy a llorar y decir que no merezco esto, porque es probable que lo merezca, pero no lo quiero . . por eso, me voy.&lt;br /&gt;Que lástima pero adiós, me despido de ti y &lt;b&gt;me voy&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porque se que me espera algo mejor, alguien que sepa darme amor, de ese que endulza la sal y hace que salga el sol.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy entendí que no hay suficiente para los dos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2968436231993528163?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2968436231993528163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-no-supiste-entender-mi-corazon.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2968436231993528163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2968436231993528163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/porque-no-supiste-entender-mi-corazon.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A1LaTa6pYYk/TqRZkz_C4AI/AAAAAAAAByU/KHRYLKyo2Yo/s72-c/DSCI7152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7193296587707774804</id><published>2011-10-23T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T11:06:39.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jz1RyT7hPbQ/TqRXiUqr1sI/AAAAAAAAByI/iH0IB3zdg80/s1600/DSCI7803.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jz1RyT7hPbQ/TqRXiUqr1sI/AAAAAAAAByI/iH0IB3zdg80/s320/DSCI7803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666750478313838274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quizás no sea lo suficiente para hacer feliz a un hombre, quizás doy más de lo que tendría que dar, quizás me equivoco con mis celos, quizás canso rápidamente a alguien, quizás lo mio es rutina, quizás a veces no sé que quiero, quizás siento que una persona se hace importante sólo cuando me dan un poco de importancia y una poca felicidad. Quizás sea chica, quizás me equivoco, quizás de esto estoy aprendiendo, quizás el amor no es para mi, quizás elijo equivocadamente, quizás este no es mi tiempo para amar y quizás no es el tiempo de que alguien me ame con locura, con pasión y sin razón. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7193296587707774804?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7193296587707774804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/quizas-no-sea-lo-suficiente-para-hacer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7193296587707774804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7193296587707774804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/quizas-no-sea-lo-suficiente-para-hacer.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jz1RyT7hPbQ/TqRXiUqr1sI/AAAAAAAAByI/iH0IB3zdg80/s72-c/DSCI7803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7315887913788886482</id><published>2011-10-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:52:47.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz1DkZ1XhKM/TqInsyHo7VI/AAAAAAAABxw/pKLyI-AsOD4/s1600/DSCI5934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666134931507047762" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz1DkZ1XhKM/TqInsyHo7VI/AAAAAAAABxw/pKLyI-AsOD4/s320/DSCI5934.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 259px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;No me lo esperaba y no supe razonar, no encontraba las palabras ni el momento para hablar. Y tu mirada me corta la respiración, me quema el alma, y me acelera el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;corazón&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/6948086813958123169-7315887913788886482?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7315887913788886482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-me-lo-esperaba-y-no-supe-razonar-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7315887913788886482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7315887913788886482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/no-me-lo-esperaba-y-no-supe-razonar-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qz1DkZ1XhKM/TqInsyHo7VI/AAAAAAAABxw/pKLyI-AsOD4/s72-c/DSCI5934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6378277829017359585</id><published>2011-10-21T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:15:04.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzvbxvjmoY/TqInG0JiNWI/AAAAAAAABxk/FU6cM0rcKaA/s1600/DSCI5763.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzvbxvjmoY/TqInG0JiNWI/AAAAAAAABxk/FU6cM0rcKaA/s400/DSCI5763.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666134279216837986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿A dónde va el amor que callas, que se lleva en el alma y se va alejando como el viento? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿A dónde va el amor que olvida, que te quema la vida, y se duerme poco a poco con dolor? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Te recorro en mis recuerdos, y otra vez descubro que tu cuerpo arde en mi memoria. ¿Acaso volverán de algún modo tantos besos, que guarde tu boca? ¿&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;donde va el amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6378277829017359585?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6378277829017359585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/donde-va-el-amor-que-callas-que-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6378277829017359585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6378277829017359585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/donde-va-el-amor-que-callas-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kWzvbxvjmoY/TqInG0JiNWI/AAAAAAAABxk/FU6cM0rcKaA/s72-c/DSCI5763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3898999692732980977</id><published>2011-10-21T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T19:01:44.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWhSXmWJj4o/TqIim7AtoQI/AAAAAAAABxY/_58HMW1PW0w/s1600/DSCI5537.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWhSXmWJj4o/TqIim7AtoQI/AAAAAAAABxY/_58HMW1PW0w/s320/DSCI5537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666129333256560898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A un cadete acostumbrado a las corridas, la vergüenza ya le pisa los talones, lamentando el precio de sus confesiones, va esquivando ejecutivos por florida. Mientas cruza sin mirar las avenidas se martilla la cabeza sin piedad, vuelve con &lt;i&gt;los ojos llenos de perdón&lt;/i&gt;, pero es demasiado tarde y &lt;i&gt;ella le da un besos de esos que humillan a la soledad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el centro todos conocen la historia del mas pillo y la más bella del condado, y aunque tienen momentos de poca gloria, es un cuento que &lt;b&gt;merece&lt;/b&gt; ser &lt;i&gt;contado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ninguno de los creía en el destino, y este se vengó para hacerse notar, les va poniendo más piedras en el camino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3898999692732980977?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3898999692732980977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-cadete-acostumbrado-las-corridas-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3898999692732980977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3898999692732980977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/un-cadete-acostumbrado-las-corridas-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cWhSXmWJj4o/TqIim7AtoQI/AAAAAAAABxY/_58HMW1PW0w/s72-c/DSCI5537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3769635282343724198</id><published>2011-10-21T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T18:08:14.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La guerra me quitó tu mirada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMYUCOLPIBI/TqIUQA-5ncI/AAAAAAAABw0/zjPXeb_2wRc/s1600/DSCI2932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMYUCOLPIBI/TqIUQA-5ncI/AAAAAAAABw0/zjPXeb_2wRc/s320/DSCI2932.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666113546559790530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Una guerra tiene batallas, pero el amor que me enseñaste a sentir no las tiene, no sé si porque no me enseñaste lo suficiente como para pelear en una, o porque no me diste las razones que se necesitan para mantenerse de pie. En esta guerra me rendí en la primera batalla, no peleé por lo que más quería, y deje que las cosas fueran como tenían que ser, como vos querías que fueran. Esta guerra que perdí, me quitó la felicidad que me hacías sentir, &lt;b&gt;me quitó tu mirada&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3769635282343724198?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3769635282343724198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-guerra-me-quito-tu-mirada.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3769635282343724198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3769635282343724198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-guerra-me-quito-tu-mirada.html' title='La guerra me quitó tu mirada.'/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pMYUCOLPIBI/TqIUQA-5ncI/AAAAAAAABw0/zjPXeb_2wRc/s72-c/DSCI2932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7013349849191911574</id><published>2011-10-21T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:51:37.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmi2xQmRTcE/TqISf45HSTI/AAAAAAAABwo/T0dEDAj2xB0/s1600/IMG097.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmi2xQmRTcE/TqISf45HSTI/AAAAAAAABwo/T0dEDAj2xB0/s320/IMG097.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666111620242688306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Siento que me quitaron un pedazo de mi alma, si te vas no queda nada, queda un corazón sin vida que a raíz de tu partida se quedo gritando , pero a media voz. Siento que la vida se me va porque no estoy contigo, siento que mi luna ya no está si no está tu cariño. Ni todo la vida, ni toda la agua del mar podrá apagar todo el amor que me enseñaste tu a sentir. Porque lejos no sirve mi mano para caminar , porque solo espero que algún día puedas escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7013349849191911574?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7013349849191911574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/siento-que-me-quitaron-un-pedazo-de-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7013349849191911574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7013349849191911574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/siento-que-me-quitaron-un-pedazo-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dmi2xQmRTcE/TqISf45HSTI/AAAAAAAABwo/T0dEDAj2xB0/s72-c/IMG097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-792318258848410953</id><published>2011-10-18T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:11:58.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spNGws49iWw/Tp4xzLu0TwI/AAAAAAAABwQ/80UcljgGJHA/s1600/DSCI4354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spNGws49iWw/Tp4xzLu0TwI/AAAAAAAABwQ/80UcljgGJHA/s320/DSCI4354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665020136670908162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fui un alma que se entregó sin pensar que llegaría el final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-792318258848410953?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/792318258848410953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/fui-un-alma-que-se-entrego-sin-pensar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/792318258848410953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/792318258848410953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/fui-un-alma-que-se-entrego-sin-pensar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-spNGws49iWw/Tp4xzLu0TwI/AAAAAAAABwQ/80UcljgGJHA/s72-c/DSCI4354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2704464450874377602</id><published>2011-10-18T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T19:08:32.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XE_bxUjJ4Q/Tp4tWMRINRI/AAAAAAAABv4/v0fAtA6ta9Q/s1600/DSCI2598.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XE_bxUjJ4Q/Tp4tWMRINRI/AAAAAAAABv4/v0fAtA6ta9Q/s320/DSCI2598.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665015240552101138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNxPtNHUFOg/Tp4s6ts7eRI/AAAAAAAABvs/WlEj7VRPY4A/s1600/DSCI2561.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TNxPtNHUFOg/Tp4s6ts7eRI/AAAAAAAABvs/WlEj7VRPY4A/s320/DSCI2561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665014768490739986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Te marchaste con mis besos y mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;¿Como calmar esta profunda obsesión? ¿como le explico a mi alma que se termino? me estoy volviendo loca por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Este corazón que te robaste cuando te marchaste, y te marchaste con mis besos, con mis besos y mis sueños.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2704464450874377602?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2704464450874377602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-marchaste-con-mis-besos-y-mis-suenos.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2704464450874377602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2704464450874377602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/te-marchaste-con-mis-besos-y-mis-suenos.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XE_bxUjJ4Q/Tp4tWMRINRI/AAAAAAAABv4/v0fAtA6ta9Q/s72-c/DSCI2598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7694546709568779776</id><published>2011-10-18T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:44:37.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPcoxVLuuh0/Tp4rUi8vNtI/AAAAAAAABvg/E6Fj_XgJf2Y/s1600/DSCI3562.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPcoxVLuuh0/Tp4rUi8vNtI/AAAAAAAABvg/E6Fj_XgJf2Y/s320/DSCI3562.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665013013257598674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Siento que puedo perderte en un segundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7694546709568779776?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7694546709568779776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/siento-que-puedo-perderte-en-un-segundo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7694546709568779776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7694546709568779776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/siento-que-puedo-perderte-en-un-segundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lPcoxVLuuh0/Tp4rUi8vNtI/AAAAAAAABvg/E6Fj_XgJf2Y/s72-c/DSCI3562.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-9210039095529340601</id><published>2011-10-18T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:41:04.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx9gNK5H9i8/Tp4plVkOZhI/AAAAAAAABvU/9NTZgjFcQsk/s1600/IMG_5728.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx9gNK5H9i8/Tp4plVkOZhI/AAAAAAAABvU/9NTZgjFcQsk/s400/IMG_5728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665011102699644434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: medium; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por ti, todo lo que hago lo hago por ti, es que tú me sacas lo mejor de mí. Soy todo lo que soy porque tú eres todo lo que quiero. Puedo soplar las nubes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;grises&lt;/span&gt; para que tengas un buen día. Por ti, respiro antes de morirme. &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sigo siendo la &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Reina&lt;/span&gt; aunque no tenga reino.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-9210039095529340601?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/9210039095529340601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/por-ti-todo-lo-que-hago-lo-hago-por-ti.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9210039095529340601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9210039095529340601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/por-ti-todo-lo-que-hago-lo-hago-por-ti.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xx9gNK5H9i8/Tp4plVkOZhI/AAAAAAAABvU/9NTZgjFcQsk/s72-c/IMG_5728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5025487900910282691</id><published>2011-10-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:34:42.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOslz1z3h0M/Tp4ob1D2Z_I/AAAAAAAABvI/NFmqjTdUmbY/s1600/DSCI3657.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOslz1z3h0M/Tp4ob1D2Z_I/AAAAAAAABvI/NFmqjTdUmbY/s320/DSCI3657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665009839843469298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Al momento de ser realista, nunca me consideré una especialista. Mi corazón palpitaba cada vez que ese hombre se me acercaba. Como de repente todo se ha ordenado y desde que ha llegado, mi vida cambió.  Ya no soy la misma que tu conociste, ahora estoy mucho mejor. Porque me di cuenta que tuvo sentido haber recorrido lo que recorrí, si al final de cuentas, él era mi recompensa. Ahora estoy como loca, pensando que voy a comerle la boca, quiero besarlo hasta sentir dolor &amp;amp; someterlo al más hermoso amor . . ♥ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5025487900910282691?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5025487900910282691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/al-momento-de-ser-realista-nunca-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5025487900910282691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5025487900910282691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/al-momento-de-ser-realista-nunca-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qOslz1z3h0M/Tp4ob1D2Z_I/AAAAAAAABvI/NFmqjTdUmbY/s72-c/DSCI3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-7677317288599993633</id><published>2011-10-18T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:28:26.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hejUXhN8oQ/Tp4nbi_IOSI/AAAAAAAABu8/Hl59H4nRL-I/s1600/DSCI0550.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hejUXhN8oQ/Tp4nbi_IOSI/AAAAAAAABu8/Hl59H4nRL-I/s320/DSCI0550.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665008735480199458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;                                 Voy a tomar mi mano y tu mano, para formar &lt;b&gt;un espacio mejor&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-7677317288599993633?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/7677317288599993633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/voy-tomar-mi-mano-y-tu-mano-para-formar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7677317288599993633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/7677317288599993633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/voy-tomar-mi-mano-y-tu-mano-para-formar.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2hejUXhN8oQ/Tp4nbi_IOSI/AAAAAAAABu8/Hl59H4nRL-I/s72-c/DSCI0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2207197556811134793</id><published>2011-10-18T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:25:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugcWrWbLSo/Tp4h9Dr94TI/AAAAAAAABuw/-ZKQ665Jw7g/s1600/IMG_5800.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugcWrWbLSo/Tp4h9Dr94TI/AAAAAAAABuw/-ZKQ665Jw7g/s320/IMG_5800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665002714124116274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Eres como una mariposa,vuelas y te posas vas de boca en boca,fácil y ligero de quien te provoca. Vuela amor,vuela dolor y no regreses a un lado, ya vete de flor en flor seduciendo, a los pistilos y vuela cerca del sol para que sientas lo que es  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;dolor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;.Abres tus alitas, muslos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;donde se posan tus amores Vuela amor, vuela dolor, que tengas suerte en tu vida,  yo te llore todo un río, tu te me vas a volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2207197556811134793?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2207197556811134793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/eres-como-una-mariposa-vuelas-y-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2207197556811134793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2207197556811134793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/eres-como-una-mariposa-vuelas-y-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6ugcWrWbLSo/Tp4h9Dr94TI/AAAAAAAABuw/-ZKQ665Jw7g/s72-c/IMG_5800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3362144025131660818</id><published>2011-10-18T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T18:02:54.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEoz3QV4MAc/Tp4fjw5Y7PI/AAAAAAAABuk/YOF0io8bNeM/s1600/DSCI4455.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEoz3QV4MAc/Tp4fjw5Y7PI/AAAAAAAABuk/YOF0io8bNeM/s320/DSCI4455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665000080560155890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;''El verdadero amor perdona, no abandona, no se quiebra, no aprisiona'' .&lt;br /&gt;¿Perdona? ¿no abandona? ¿no se quiebra? ¿no aprisiona? entonces nunca fue amor verdadero.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3362144025131660818?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3362144025131660818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-verdadero-amor-perdona-no-abandona.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3362144025131660818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3362144025131660818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-verdadero-amor-perdona-no-abandona.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AEoz3QV4MAc/Tp4fjw5Y7PI/AAAAAAAABuk/YOF0io8bNeM/s72-c/DSCI4455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3585270062724111133</id><published>2011-09-30T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:02:20.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FekZCn98MIU/TqniX68lbqI/AAAAAAAABzw/A1dJc6FE1pY/s1600/DSCI3576.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FekZCn98MIU/TqniX68lbqI/AAAAAAAABzw/A1dJc6FE1pY/s320/DSCI3576.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta sonrisa no es actuada, ni es para una foto, ni es por escuchar un chiste y tirar una carcajada porque si, porque simplemente te causó y te echaste a reír.&lt;br /&gt;Es porque después de tanto esperar corresponderle a una persona a la que no le correspondes , uno entiende que si una persona no valora lo que le das día a día, no te merece. Entonces entendí que no vale la pena esperar a una persona a la cual no le perteneces.  Y hoy veo que mis amigos, son los que cada día me sacan una sonrisa, me hacen reír, me hacen llorar de alegría, o reír hasta no poder más . . y esas cosas, gracias a ellos, me devolvieron todo lo que una persona se había llevado. Y me fue volviendo poco a poco la alegría, la sonrisa. Esa que te habías llevado con todo lo que te dí, y con todo lo que daba en cada palabra, en cada momento, en cada beso, en cada abrazo, en cada mimo, en cada historia contada. Esa parte buena de mi, que un día te llevaste porque quisiste arrebatarme la alegría, &lt;/i&gt;volvió&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3585270062724111133?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3585270062724111133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/09/esta-sonrisa-no-es-actuada-ni-es-para.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3585270062724111133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3585270062724111133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/09/esta-sonrisa-no-es-actuada-ni-es-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FekZCn98MIU/TqniX68lbqI/AAAAAAAABzw/A1dJc6FE1pY/s72-c/DSCI3576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-183966851275279689</id><published>2011-09-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:12:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oH5GS31qBHs/ToZLjWCpDAI/AAAAAAAABsQ/quuYjcJ6aBo/s1600/DSCI3353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oH5GS31qBHs/ToZLjWCpDAI/AAAAAAAABsQ/quuYjcJ6aBo/s320/DSCI3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658293052421770242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quiero empezar un blog nuevo, quiero empezar de nuevo con todo. Quiero cambiarme de colegio, quiero empezar desde cero. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, quiero no hacer sufrir a nadie, quiero no fallarme a mi, quiero estar bien. A lo que le tengo miedo es a fallar, a que me fallen. Quiero hacer las cosas bien, como dije. No quiero que me fallen. Ni quiero que se caguen en mi con decir cosas, con prometer cosas, y nunca cumplirlas. Ni tampoco quiero que me juren amor eterno, cuando todo el mundo sabe y conoce que no existe. Quiero saber que no me van a fallar. Quiero que me prometan que día a día me van a enamorar, que día a día van a estar ahí para mi, que día a día va a haber algo que me haga feliz, y que tenga que ser siempre la misma persona. Quiero saber que día a día voy a ser la única razón para que sonrías. Quiero de vos, y de mi. De un "vos y yo" día a día. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-183966851275279689?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/183966851275279689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/09/quiero-empezar-un-blog-nuevo-quiero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/183966851275279689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/183966851275279689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/09/quiero-empezar-un-blog-nuevo-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oH5GS31qBHs/ToZLjWCpDAI/AAAAAAAABsQ/quuYjcJ6aBo/s72-c/DSCI3353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2623273618280553834</id><published>2011-08-18T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:35:07.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nliYLALrWY/Tk1tH9eDBoI/AAAAAAAABr0/Rg_n0O5h76I/s1600/DSCI0789.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nliYLALrWY/Tk1tH9eDBoI/AAAAAAAABr0/Rg_n0O5h76I/s400/DSCI0789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642285891692201602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supuestamente el tiempo me daría olvido, el olvido me aclararía. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero observo, me detengo y analizo, que no tengo olvido, no tengo claridad &amp;amp; por sobre todo &lt;b&gt;no te tengo a ti&lt;/b&gt; . .&lt;/div&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/6948086813958123169-2623273618280553834?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2623273618280553834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/08/supuestamente-el-tiempo-me-daria-olvido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2623273618280553834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2623273618280553834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/08/supuestamente-el-tiempo-me-daria-olvido.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nliYLALrWY/Tk1tH9eDBoI/AAAAAAAABr0/Rg_n0O5h76I/s72-c/DSCI0789.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6148332763427830225</id><published>2011-06-20T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:08:36.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uBbTnN8IVU/Tf7xmo5UtJI/AAAAAAAABrs/Nfdro6XCgh4/s1600/Picture0002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uBbTnN8IVU/Tf7xmo5UtJI/AAAAAAAABrs/Nfdro6XCgh4/s400/Picture0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620195031120131218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Creo que con una palabra puedo decir mil cosas . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/6948086813958123169-6148332763427830225?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6148332763427830225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/06/creo-que-con-una-palabra-puedo-decir.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6148332763427830225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6148332763427830225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/06/creo-que-con-una-palabra-puedo-decir.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9uBbTnN8IVU/Tf7xmo5UtJI/AAAAAAAABrs/Nfdro6XCgh4/s72-c/Picture0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-9133539590531194188</id><published>2011-06-20T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T00:04:56.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crtTS5_Y1ZE/Tf7wjyc2m7I/AAAAAAAABrk/7pFpTAk9brk/s1600/Picture0036.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crtTS5_Y1ZE/Tf7wjyc2m7I/AAAAAAAABrk/7pFpTAk9brk/s400/Picture0036.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620193882633837490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Si me cansé de llorar, fue porque en las lagrimas no encontré salida !&lt;div&gt;Si me cansé de perder, fue porque una vez me desangré por perderte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-9133539590531194188?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/9133539590531194188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/06/si-me-canse-de-llorar-fue-porque-en-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9133539590531194188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/9133539590531194188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/06/si-me-canse-de-llorar-fue-porque-en-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-crtTS5_Y1ZE/Tf7wjyc2m7I/AAAAAAAABrk/7pFpTAk9brk/s72-c/Picture0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-852786315536383660</id><published>2011-05-28T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T08:56:13.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT6bFPWFgHs/Toc2-4pBi9I/AAAAAAAABt4/Z1zAQbbHYrM/s1600/DSCI8699.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT6bFPWFgHs/Toc2-4pBi9I/AAAAAAAABt4/Z1zAQbbHYrM/s320/DSCI8699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658551910798560210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;No voy a mentir, ni me voy a mentir. No estoy bien. No entiendo como alguien que supuestamente te quiere, te lastima tanto. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quererlo así, ya es mucho, es dejarle pasar todo, y siempre haciéndome mierda a mi misma, callada. No hablar es miedo a la reacción del otro, a que la persona que más queres, te deje. Y te deje significa dejarte &lt;/i&gt;solo&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;La soledad para muchos es tranquilidad y calma, para otros tristeza y no encajar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sigo sin entender el corazón de esa persona.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Te busqué toda la semana - me decís . . y no entiendo como te rendís tan fácil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Podemos estar juntos- siempre lo remarcas, pero nunca haces algo para que eso funcione . .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y no sabes como duele ver a esa persona que le entregas todo, riéndose o ni siquiera intentado algo, dejando que las cosas sean diferentes a los que nosotros queremos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Va, "nosotros" es un termino fuerte, "nosotros nos amamos", "nosotros queremos estar juntos". Y eso es tan diferente a lo nuestro.&lt;br /&gt;Es más bien un "&lt;/i&gt;yo&lt;i&gt; te amo", " &lt;/i&gt;yo&lt;i&gt; quiero que estemos juntos", y ya no hay rastros de un "nosotros", de vos "voy y yo", de nosotros dos, juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Las que yo tanto quiero, no van a pasar, porque las cosas que quiero son de a dos, de vos y de mi, de un nosotros. Y así, no se puede. Nunca va a existir un "nosotros".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-852786315536383660?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/852786315536383660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/llegarias-ser-otro-cambiar-ser.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/852786315536383660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/852786315536383660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/llegarias-ser-otro-cambiar-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DT6bFPWFgHs/Toc2-4pBi9I/AAAAAAAABt4/Z1zAQbbHYrM/s72-c/DSCI8699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8458220783949864204</id><published>2011-05-17T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:13:19.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N34ZQYw06eg/TdLjfCcTx0I/AAAAAAAABrQ/vAhUhCxDr8Q/s1600/DSCI2587.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N34ZQYw06eg/TdLjfCcTx0I/AAAAAAAABrQ/vAhUhCxDr8Q/s400/DSCI2587.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607794608400746306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;No quiero que pienses en mi cada cinco segundos, no me importa que abraces a tus amigas, no me molesta que tengas que juntarte con tus amigos o si quieres salir con ellos, y si tomas o fumas es tu decisión, y no soy quién para decirte algo, tampoco te pido que me llames cada cinco minutos, ni que me escribas mensajes todos el tiempo para saber que haces, donde estas, con quien, no te pido que estés sonriéndome todo el tiempo, porque sé que también puedo estar contigo en las tristezas y peleas, no te pido que estés todo el día conmigo. Tampoco te pido que canses a tus amigos hablándoles de mi, solo quiero que ellos sepan que me queres y te quiero de verdad. No te pido que me abraces y me beses cada minuto, lo único que te pido es que me hagas sentir segura, querida y valorada a tu lado, que es lo que yo también haría contigo. No es necesario aparentar ser otros si yo te quiero a vos así como sos ♥ Con tus defectos y virtudes, y con el solo hecho de que estás a mi lado me siento FELIZ.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&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/6948086813958123169-8458220783949864204?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8458220783949864204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8458220783949864204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8458220783949864204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N34ZQYw06eg/TdLjfCcTx0I/AAAAAAAABrQ/vAhUhCxDr8Q/s72-c/DSCI2587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5498765938855787646</id><published>2011-05-17T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:37:44.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvexUfjHG2s/ToZgFyXOAhI/AAAAAAAABtw/XvXqo2d0Rio/s1600/40.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvexUfjHG2s/ToZgFyXOAhI/AAAAAAAABtw/XvXqo2d0Rio/s320/40.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658315634372379154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpV9djPpIkY/ToZf9js1kXI/AAAAAAAABto/UQMX54E3uZE/s1600/41.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vpV9djPpIkY/ToZf9js1kXI/AAAAAAAABto/UQMX54E3uZE/s320/41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658315492997566834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deje el dolor de lado, y entregué mi corazón a cambio de nada. No por conocerte demasiado, sino por dejarme creerte uno de tus ''prometo hacerte feliz''.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5498765938855787646?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5498765938855787646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/deje-el-dolor-de-lado-y-te-entregue-mi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5498765938855787646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5498765938855787646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/deje-el-dolor-de-lado-y-te-entregue-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvexUfjHG2s/ToZgFyXOAhI/AAAAAAAABtw/XvXqo2d0Rio/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5091698753908635887</id><published>2011-05-17T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:56:59.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T0efCGSun0/TdLdnD5gNVI/AAAAAAAABq4/goIsyxWHAFc/s1600/DSCI2250.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T0efCGSun0/TdLdnD5gNVI/AAAAAAAABq4/goIsyxWHAFc/s400/DSCI2250.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607788149160818002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Ya fue todo para mi, quiero que las cosas tengan como tienen que ser . Quiero estar acostada, hacer las cosas que me gusten (por mas que estar con vos sea una de ellas), quiero estar tranquila . . &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5091698753908635887?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5091698753908635887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/ya-fue-todo-para-mi-quiero-que-las.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5091698753908635887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5091698753908635887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/ya-fue-todo-para-mi-quiero-que-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7T0efCGSun0/TdLdnD5gNVI/AAAAAAAABq4/goIsyxWHAFc/s72-c/DSCI2250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-4649832549328548841</id><published>2011-05-17T13:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:37:30.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIdXFmJW0OE/TdLcImCK52I/AAAAAAAABqw/55UxdQRp8aU/s1600/Love.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIdXFmJW0OE/TdLcImCK52I/AAAAAAAABqw/55UxdQRp8aU/s400/Love.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607786526236403554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor .. ¿qué es eso para &lt;b&gt;VOS&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿lo sentiste alguna vez?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿. . conmigo . .?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-4649832549328548841?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/4649832549328548841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor_17.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4649832549328548841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4649832549328548841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/amor_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UIdXFmJW0OE/TdLcImCK52I/AAAAAAAABqw/55UxdQRp8aU/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6561749882492739314</id><published>2011-05-13T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:19:42.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXIAu5p6hw/Tc30wt15D3I/AAAAAAAABqo/PktdBlbhGX8/s1600/154797_183220355023960_100000079892152_671563_5420311_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXIAu5p6hw/Tc30wt15D3I/AAAAAAAABqo/PktdBlbhGX8/s400/154797_183220355023960_100000079892152_671563_5420311_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606406228922666866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Que me está pasando? no puedo olvidar, ni quiero olvidar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;no te puedo olvidar, ni te quiero olvidar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6561749882492739314?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6561749882492739314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-me-esta-pasando-no-puedo-olvidar-ni.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6561749882492739314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6561749882492739314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/que-me-esta-pasando-no-puedo-olvidar-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ioXIAu5p6hw/Tc30wt15D3I/AAAAAAAABqo/PktdBlbhGX8/s72-c/154797_183220355023960_100000079892152_671563_5420311_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-4221132329838389100</id><published>2011-05-13T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:12:10.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTpnuOfmHY/Tc3xxB8_g5I/AAAAAAAABqg/Hog9EpLxNlA/s1600/215553_213056905386808_100000474999995_844296_6005459_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTpnuOfmHY/Tc3xxB8_g5I/AAAAAAAABqg/Hog9EpLxNlA/s400/215553_213056905386808_100000474999995_844296_6005459_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606402935786275730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me arriesgue con la verdad, siempre fui sincera, siempre di todo de mi, siempre puse el corazón en cada paso que dimos, juntos o por separado. Siempre fuiste vos el único que paso por mi mente. Solo hubo uno, pero para vos hubieron más . . yo no fui tu única, no fui tu chica ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pero lo que más me es raro es saber que vos tenías UNO y MIL defectos, y yo acepté los miles juntos . . y lo peor que pude hacer con el tiempo fue enamorarme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-4221132329838389100?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/4221132329838389100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-arriesgue-con-la-verdad-siempre-fui.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4221132329838389100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4221132329838389100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/me-arriesgue-con-la-verdad-siempre-fui.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JPTpnuOfmHY/Tc3xxB8_g5I/AAAAAAAABqg/Hog9EpLxNlA/s72-c/215553_213056905386808_100000474999995_844296_6005459_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2844663503523235193</id><published>2011-05-07T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T19:48:54.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Esta soy yo, y siempre voy a ser &lt;i&gt;yo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-p6Frl_300/TcW8qJMg7QI/AAAAAAAABqY/cE3nnovl2os/s1600/DSCI1640.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;¡Si tu ya no quisieras volver, se perdería el sentido del amor por siempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgGLEmA_H0/TcW6mJap9fI/AAAAAAAABqI/Rh3t35ZEeJc/s1600/208129_213054408720391_100000474999995_844258_5557245_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 400px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgGLEmA_H0/TcW6mJap9fI/AAAAAAAABqI/Rh3t35ZEeJc/s400/208129_213054408720391_100000474999995_844258_5557245_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604090475857966578" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6948086813958123169-2928542960435856151?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2928542960435856151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2928542960435856151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2928542960435856151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OvgGLEmA_H0/TcW6mJap9fI/AAAAAAAABqI/Rh3t35ZEeJc/s72-c/208129_213054408720391_100000474999995_844258_5557245_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6227190630264233963</id><published>2011-04-26T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:35:00.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahs4dH7Q3jA/TbcJrMz_jkI/AAAAAAAABqA/ktEDG_vUijE/s1600/DSCI1573.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahs4dH7Q3jA/TbcJrMz_jkI/AAAAAAAABqA/ktEDG_vUijE/s400/DSCI1573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599955299436826178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Busca la felicidad y encontrarás t&lt;b&gt;u corazón y el mío junto&lt;/b&gt;s . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6227190630264233963?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6227190630264233963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/04/busca-la-felicidad-y-encontraras-t-u.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6227190630264233963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6227190630264233963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/04/busca-la-felicidad-y-encontraras-t-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ahs4dH7Q3jA/TbcJrMz_jkI/AAAAAAAABqA/ktEDG_vUijE/s72-c/DSCI1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6132699471100556887</id><published>2011-02-20T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:58:33.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zM53f-xAyqI/TWHK3wpeqaI/AAAAAAAABp4/ZKcGvw2qoGM/s1600/DSCI6016.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zM53f-xAyqI/TWHK3wpeqaI/AAAAAAAABp4/ZKcGvw2qoGM/s400/DSCI6016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575960872961878434" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 20px; line-height: 25px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que difícil es decir lo siento. Es la vida, que culpa tengo yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Una aventura nueva, que me aleja de tu juego y de tu pobre corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adiós te digo, y me siento mi peor enemiga. Se desgarra nuestra historia pasada, por otra historia que no queda en nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6132699471100556887?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6132699471100556887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/02/lloraba-cuando-te-conoci-ahora-estoy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6132699471100556887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6132699471100556887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/02/lloraba-cuando-te-conoci-ahora-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zM53f-xAyqI/TWHK3wpeqaI/AAAAAAAABp4/ZKcGvw2qoGM/s72-c/DSCI6016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8817820826906474294</id><published>2011-02-20T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:08:23.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K17mxi6Yv6c/TWHEMrIjysI/AAAAAAAABpw/1sc4oKMm9GA/s1600/IMG_3199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K17mxi6Yv6c/TWHEMrIjysI/AAAAAAAABpw/1sc4oKMm9GA/s400/IMG_3199.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575953535677483714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puedo quedarme perdida en este momento por siempre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque cada momento que paso contigo es un tesoro para mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8817820826906474294?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8817820826906474294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/02/puedo-quedarme-perdida-en-este-momento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8817820826906474294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8817820826906474294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/02/puedo-quedarme-perdida-en-este-momento.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K17mxi6Yv6c/TWHEMrIjysI/AAAAAAAABpw/1sc4oKMm9GA/s72-c/IMG_3199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-4547383829293656687</id><published>2011-01-12T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:32:44.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6uuJLYLJX4/ToZflv0zp7I/AAAAAAAABtg/jW3TMvKA_jc/s1600/DSCI5553.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 152px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6uuJLYLJX4/ToZflv0zp7I/AAAAAAAABtg/jW3TMvKA_jc/s320/DSCI5553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658315083935360946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;En tus labios yo pude encontrar amor sin fin Y me hizo enloquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-4547383829293656687?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/4547383829293656687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-tus-labios-yo-pude-encontrar-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4547383829293656687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/4547383829293656687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-tus-labios-yo-pude-encontrar-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6uuJLYLJX4/ToZflv0zp7I/AAAAAAAABtg/jW3TMvKA_jc/s72-c/DSCI5553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-5187220655764699014</id><published>2011-01-10T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:14:46.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvztfVzJRI/AAAAAAAABpM/HavC27C2e5Y/s1600/DSCI4179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvztfVzJRI/AAAAAAAABpM/HavC27C2e5Y/s400/DSCI4179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560806127751603474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Nunca más a mi lado .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-5187220655764699014?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/5187220655764699014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-mas-mi-lado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5187220655764699014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/5187220655764699014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-mas-mi-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvztfVzJRI/AAAAAAAABpM/HavC27C2e5Y/s72-c/DSCI4179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2252874447283759564</id><published>2011-01-10T21:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:01:51.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvtePYSfjI/AAAAAAAABpE/uKBpukk6QR4/s1600/DSCI4178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvtePYSfjI/AAAAAAAABpE/uKBpukk6QR4/s400/DSCI4178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560799268699274802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Amor&lt;/span&gt; se llama el juego en el que un par de ciegos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Juegan&lt;/span&gt; a hacerse daño.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Y cada vez peor, y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; cada vez más rotos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Y cada vez más tú,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Y cada vez más yo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sin rastro de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;nosotros&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2252874447283759564?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2252874447283759564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-se-llama-el-juego-en-el-que-un-par.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2252874447283759564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2252874447283759564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/amor-se-llama-el-juego-en-el-que-un-par.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSvtePYSfjI/AAAAAAAABpE/uKBpukk6QR4/s72-c/DSCI4178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8774195752845545374</id><published>2011-01-06T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:11:17.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZYaSnZuaI/AAAAAAAABo0/LFlQqmYk8tM/s1600/DSCI2455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZYaSnZuaI/AAAAAAAABo0/LFlQqmYk8tM/s400/DSCI2455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559227998732401058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;referible hacer las cosas a mi modo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, no hubiera preferido una mentira, pero tampoco la verdad.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt; te quiero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; "&gt;quería levantar castillos, pero el tuyo solo sostenía un muro. Tu pasión inexistente o de pasillo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-style: italic; "&gt;Mi pasión pasado presente y futuro ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 20px; font-style: italic; "&gt; porque te ame desde un principio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;presente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;porque me mantienes vivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt; porque te estaré esperando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/6948086813958123169-8774195752845545374?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8774195752845545374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-referible-hacer-las-cosas-mi-modo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8774195752845545374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8774195752845545374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/p-referible-hacer-las-cosas-mi-modo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZYaSnZuaI/AAAAAAAABo0/LFlQqmYk8tM/s72-c/DSCI2455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-397135299810282277</id><published>2011-01-06T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:01:37.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZXjHs-LKI/AAAAAAAABos/xxPNnaP0rxc/s1600/DSCI0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZXjHs-LKI/AAAAAAAABos/xxPNnaP0rxc/s400/DSCI0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559227050910166178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;No me dejes, no te dejes . &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;VOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; estás para algo más&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-397135299810282277?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/397135299810282277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-me-dejes-no-te-dejes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/397135299810282277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/397135299810282277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-me-dejes-no-te-dejes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZXjHs-LKI/AAAAAAAABos/xxPNnaP0rxc/s72-c/DSCI0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3155288944774168341</id><published>2011-01-06T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:57:32.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZWbVWAEaI/AAAAAAAABok/KOez5-j3G1Y/s1600/DSCI0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZWbVWAEaI/AAAAAAAABok/KOez5-j3G1Y/s400/DSCI0444.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559225817621336482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Y la verdad no sé bien a que tengo miedo .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Si a perderte o arriesgarme &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3155288944774168341?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3155288944774168341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-la-verdad-no-se-bien-que-tengo-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3155288944774168341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3155288944774168341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/y-la-verdad-no-se-bien-que-tengo-miedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSZWbVWAEaI/AAAAAAAABok/KOez5-j3G1Y/s72-c/DSCI0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2115268832284280750</id><published>2011-01-03T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:04:54.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKcPGVl1OI/AAAAAAAABoc/CJxf5hNBhm8/s1600/DSCI2218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKbRHinPgI/AAAAAAAABoU/Tl8PRWe6Z88/s400/DSCI1726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558175608512921090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;En tus ojos lo veo, ya no soy la dueña de tu piel ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;si te abrazo, no sientes nada . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sin razón me has robado el corazón !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Acompáñame a lo absurdo Y quédate conmigo . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6431555742604459175?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6431555742604459175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-tus-ojos-lo-veo-ya-no-soy-la-duena.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6431555742604459175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6431555742604459175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/en-tus-ojos-lo-veo-ya-no-soy-la-duena.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKbRHinPgI/AAAAAAAABoU/Tl8PRWe6Z88/s72-c/DSCI1726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-431777969713121962</id><published>2011-01-03T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:57:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKZ25d42kI/AAAAAAAABoM/8FxIoosTdG0/s1600/DSCI2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKZ25d42kI/AAAAAAAABoM/8FxIoosTdG0/s400/DSCI2913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558174058546780738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- ¿Para que volviste?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;¿Para quedarte?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Yo te espero. Lo prometí ¿recuerdas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-431777969713121962?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/431777969713121962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-que-volviste-para-quedarte-yo-te.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/431777969713121962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/431777969713121962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/para-que-volviste-para-quedarte-yo-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKZ25d42kI/AAAAAAAABoM/8FxIoosTdG0/s72-c/DSCI2913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8587726287966416941</id><published>2011-01-03T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:51:58.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKYXLJfL7I/AAAAAAAABoE/l6HtGpP5-gU/s1600/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKYXLJfL7I/AAAAAAAABoE/l6HtGpP5-gU/s400/LOVE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558172414025609138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la manera en que mientes .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8587726287966416941?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8587726287966416941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-la-manera-en-que-mientes.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8587726287966416941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8587726287966416941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-la-manera-en-que-mientes.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKYXLJfL7I/AAAAAAAABoE/l6HtGpP5-gU/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-8887186380086671679</id><published>2011-01-03T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:45:40.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKXef-PgGI/AAAAAAAABn8/jZyzOVnoXdM/s1600/DSCI3037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKXef-PgGI/AAAAAAAABn8/jZyzOVnoXdM/s400/DSCI3037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558171440363044962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;~ ¿Quisiste volver a ser la dama infiel?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-8887186380086671679?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/8887186380086671679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/quisiste-volver-ser-la-dama-infiel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8887186380086671679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/8887186380086671679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/quisiste-volver-ser-la-dama-infiel.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKXef-PgGI/AAAAAAAABn8/jZyzOVnoXdM/s72-c/DSCI3037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-3489216758053507444</id><published>2011-01-03T19:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:40:32.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKWH2LxnjI/AAAAAAAABn0/IbQk1mmKYLw/s1600/DSCI1889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKWH2LxnjI/AAAAAAAABn0/IbQk1mmKYLw/s400/DSCI1889.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558169951676767794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;Aunque no lo creas, ya encontré a mi amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-3489216758053507444?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/3489216758053507444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunque-no-lo-creas-ya-encontre-mi-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3489216758053507444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/3489216758053507444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/aunque-no-lo-creas-ya-encontre-mi-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSKWH2LxnjI/AAAAAAAABn0/IbQk1mmKYLw/s72-c/DSCI1889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6517644081972792829</id><published>2011-01-03T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:49:14.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSbS-FXZbUI/AAAAAAAABo8/Wkx1UVMY77Y/s1600/DSCI1992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSbS-FXZbUI/AAAAAAAABo8/Wkx1UVMY77Y/s400/DSCI1992.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559362754069491010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Estoy vencida porque el mundo me hizo así, no puedo cambiar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Soy el remedio sin receta y tu amor, mi enfermedad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6517644081972792829?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6517644081972792829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-amo-muchisimo-novio-mio-sos-muy.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6517644081972792829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6517644081972792829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-amo-muchisimo-novio-mio-sos-muy.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TSbS-FXZbUI/AAAAAAAABo8/Wkx1UVMY77Y/s72-c/DSCI1992.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6853102705144336317</id><published>2010-12-16T12:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T19:29:44.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- ¿Se apagará el dolor? te pregunté .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Claro que si! Nunca más lo sentirás . te lo prometo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp4t-s8fdI/AAAAAAAABng/7xtdxcc-guw/s1600/DSCI0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp4t-s8fdI/AAAAAAAABng/7xtdxcc-guw/s400/DSCI0489.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551382222008516050" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6948086813958123169-6853102705144336317?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6853102705144336317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6853102705144336317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6853102705144336317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp4t-s8fdI/AAAAAAAABng/7xtdxcc-guw/s72-c/DSCI0489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-6176488494057379201</id><published>2010-12-16T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:35:37.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp2ye_n_cI/AAAAAAAABnY/bNup2HSIzH4/s1600/DSCI1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp2ye_n_cI/AAAAAAAABnY/bNup2HSIzH4/s400/DSCI1340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551380100373020098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No tenías una idea mejor, no escuchabas más allá de su voz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No te dejaban hacer lo que querías hacer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;·.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-6176488494057379201?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/6176488494057379201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-tenias-una-idea-mejor-no-escuchabas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6176488494057379201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/6176488494057379201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/no-tenias-una-idea-mejor-no-escuchabas.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp2ye_n_cI/AAAAAAAABnY/bNup2HSIzH4/s72-c/DSCI1340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6948086813958123169.post-2620922202192681349</id><published>2010-12-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T12:27:37.489-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp18j9WxII/AAAAAAAABnQ/Vr05h8bxlG4/s1600/DSCI1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp18j9WxII/AAAAAAAABnQ/Vr05h8bxlG4/s400/DSCI1258.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551379173992744066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que lindo es el &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;, cuando &lt;i&gt;llega de verdad ~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6948086813958123169-2620922202192681349?l=natashaludmila.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/feeds/2620922202192681349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-lindo-es-el-amor-cuando-llega-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2620922202192681349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6948086813958123169/posts/default/2620922202192681349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://natashaludmila.blogspot.com/2010/12/que-lindo-es-el-amor-cuando-llega-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Natasha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00520353193132445980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YBUDpQhpi5g/TrCq5dNNacI/AAAAAAAAB0k/qVDmK0Ybf_0/s220/DSCI2932.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99FJeiHZPKs/TQp18j9WxII/AAAAAAAABnQ/Vr05h8bxlG4/s72-c/DSCI1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
