tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496064216600538222011-11-24T20:02:12.443-04:00Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.comBlogger361100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-5531232647072577412011-02-19T20:15:00.000-04:002011-02-19T20:16:31.715-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">Duele... sí...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">la soledad duele...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">pero para mí</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ya es hermosa...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-553123264707257741?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-65593901414080611232010-01-31T18:23:00.001-04:002010-01-31T18:25:14.131-04:00Yo se lo que es querer<br />y viví el querer<br />lo que no se es sentir,<br />vivir<br />el que me quieran.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-6559390141408061123?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-66030733635111865602010-01-02T11:39:00.003-04:002010-01-02T11:44:33.613-04:00He aprendido a contentarme<br />y hacer la paz<br />con la sombra que me acompaña.<br /><br />He aprendido a tomar sorbos de luz<br />desde la gota iluminada<br />que cae por mi ventana.<br /><br />He aprendido a hacer alas de cartón<br />para sobre volar de norte a sur<br />en el callejón sin salida<br />en el que vivo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-6603073363511186560?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-43213795150700207192009-12-14T14:27:00.002-04:002009-12-14T14:40:05.061-04:00Solos nacimos<br />solos moriremos.<br /><br />Solos caminamos<br />solos andamos.<br /><br />Ya la soledad no me duele<br />dejó de dolerme la vida<br />desde el día<br />en que me dejó mi madre<br />y la vi irse<br />con mis propios ojos.<br /><br />Solos nacimos<br />solos moriremos.<br /><br />¿alguien me recogerá?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-4321379515070020719?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-62929896970648848042009-11-30T10:08:00.001-04:002009-11-30T10:08:00.586-04:00La Soledad<br />y el frío<br />(a mi lado)<br />fieles<br />y constantes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-6292989697064884804?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-24241439358181988922009-11-29T19:33:00.001-04:002009-11-29T19:35:05.352-04:00En tu sonrisa<br />está la brevedad de la vida<br />y la eternidad<br />de nuestro instante.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-2424143935818198892?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-81331171604665155682009-11-15T12:02:00.002-04:002009-11-15T12:02:00.170-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Svg9pC-gSsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U6Mn7qBBdRw/s1600-h/continua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402135528413874882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Svg9pC-gSsI/AAAAAAAAAEA/U6Mn7qBBdRw/s320/continua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cada vez que nace un hijo, la naturaleza dice:</div><br /><div><em>La Vida Continúa.</em></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-8133117160466515568?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-13389902994170534732009-11-01T14:36:00.002-04:002009-11-01T14:36:00.573-04:00La amistad verdadera<br />esa comprometida<br />nunca acaba.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-1338990299417053473?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-50118453048465844792009-10-21T09:28:00.001-04:002009-10-21T09:28:00.389-04:00Siempre<br />siempre regreso a la fuente,<br />y no sé porqué me aparto de ella<br />si a la larga<br />siempre regreso a la fuente<br />a ese lugar<br />único lugar que me da paz<br />y tranquilidad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-5011845304846584479?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-89562997660734400342009-10-13T06:59:00.002-04:002009-10-13T07:02:07.496-04:00Mi flor no nace, no sale, no relampaguea,<br />se ha quedado en tierra inerte,<br />por donde no corren las aguas,<br />tierra seca, estéril, oscura,<br />en donde los rayos del sol huyen<br />al ver tanta miseria.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-8956299766073440034?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-88936648890409230662009-09-14T18:03:00.002-04:002009-09-14T18:05:44.984-04:00<em>Mas adorable que todas las demás...</em><br /><em>luminosa, perfecta...</em><br /><em>sus labios son un encanto...</em><br /><em>su cuello la longitud perfecta...</em><br /><em>y sus senos una maravilla.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Safo Mitilene.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-8893664889040923066?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-51121575749492697842009-08-03T08:53:00.001-04:002009-08-03T08:53:00.418-04:00Me escondo en tus palabras<br />para estar en tu corazón<br />y en tu boca.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-5112157574949269784?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-34271632841098986662009-07-27T08:32:00.005-04:002009-07-27T09:35:31.149-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sm2hxN7RuLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tF5s49oIpJg/s1600-h/chess.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363120598192076978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sm2hxN7RuLI/AAAAAAAAAD4/tF5s49oIpJg/s320/chess.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Acompañada, </div><div>rotundamente acompañada, </div><div>levemente acompañada, </div><div>pero con un inmenso vacío, </div><div>con ganas de llorar </div><div>hasta vaciar su soledad.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-3427163284109898666?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-16730863474823859472009-07-21T08:40:00.002-04:002009-07-21T08:40:00.164-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SmRmsmQDoHI/AAAAAAAAADw/fBzAi7teNTw/s1600-h/Paraguas-para-dos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360522372845903986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SmRmsmQDoHI/AAAAAAAAADw/fBzAi7teNTw/s320/Paraguas-para-dos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Me encantan los paraguas, son pequeñas casitas.<br />Me hablan tanto, lugar de secretos,<br />los veo como lugar de refugio,<br />bajo la lluvia, entre dos.</div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-1673086347482385947?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-50879424599412519382009-07-16T09:11:00.001-04:002009-07-16T09:13:27.503-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sl8nZVPuiUI/AAAAAAAAADo/qWyXQi00ekM/s1600-h/barco%2520pirata.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359045397747501378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sl8nZVPuiUI/AAAAAAAAADo/qWyXQi00ekM/s320/barco%2520pirata.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>... no pierdas tu tiempo</div><br /><div>yo soy de Nadie</div><br /><div>yo soy del silencio.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-5087942459941251938?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-75934296633703187492009-07-07T11:11:00.001-04:002009-07-09T01:45:28.714-04:00Sigue enamorada de su boca, de su respiración,<br />a menudo lee sus cartas, para refrescar instantes<br />para abrigarse con el recuerdo, soñar con lo imposible.<br />Sigue enamorada de su reflejo, de su hilo de luz,<br />de su vestido y sus vientos, sus palabras.<br />Danza en el recuerdo, aletea en la ternura y suavidad<br />de lo que pudo haber sido y no fue.<br />Vive ese amor, como un corazón débil que late despacito,<br />le late en el pecho un amor que acurruca con tiernos cuidados<br />como a paloma recién caída con alas rotas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-7593429663370318749?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-54438830491664558332009-06-30T08:17:00.006-04:002009-06-30T08:29:11.408-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SkoEZErxIlI/AAAAAAAAADg/WS05A27xnvU/s1600-h/humanidad_w.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353095935883813458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SkoEZErxIlI/AAAAAAAAADg/WS05A27xnvU/s320/humanidad_w.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Cambios</div><div>están ahí.</div><br /><div></div><div>Vistos y palpables</div><div>a diario</div><div>ya respetables</div><div>porque involucran la humanidad,</div><br /><div>mi humanidad</div><div>mis propios cambios</div><div>y evoluciones - revoluciones.</div><br /><div></div><div>Lo miro</div><div>lo respeto</div><div>lo acepto</div><div>como algo sagrado</div><div>-los cambios-</div><div>porque la humanidad</div><div>está enroscada ahí.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-5443883049166455833?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-7409310984981937162009-06-25T09:40:00.002-04:002009-06-25T09:45:05.072-04:00Enamorarse es ilusión.<br /><br />Espuma que crece<br />para morir en la orilla.<br /><br />Es como un globo<br />que después de hinchado<br />se des-infla.<br /><br />Enamorarse es ilusión.<br /><br />Cuando se quebranta<br />trae dolor.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-740931098498193716?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-33442912291325415322009-06-16T09:16:00.003-04:002009-06-16T09:20:55.843-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SjecGb_XU9I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hmkck6DaS1M/s1600-h/espuma.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347914716932428754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SjecGb_XU9I/AAAAAAAAADY/Hmkck6DaS1M/s320/espuma.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Turbio, el día</div><div>te veo</div><div>en la lejanía</div><div>y nado</div><div>hasta tus orillas</div><div>te traigo florcitas, </div><br /><div>con pétalos de espuma</div><br /><div>a cambio de</div><div></div><div>reposar y descansar</div><div>en la arena caliente</div><div>de tu cuerpo</div><div>que es mi mar.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-3344291229132541532?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-26227214443726217732009-06-10T14:48:00.003-04:002009-06-10T14:54:03.447-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SjAA9WCRStI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kZV0qEl6COM/s1600-h/VASO%2520CRISTAL.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345773811575900882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SjAA9WCRStI/AAAAAAAAADQ/kZV0qEl6COM/s320/VASO%2520CRISTAL.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Tampoco las mujeres</div><div>aguantamos mucho </div><div>las embestidas de los hombres, </div><div>ni de las mujeres, </div><div>ni de ser alguno, </div><div>tampoco somos de metal o hierro, </div><div>somos un vaso frágil, </div><div>al que le han tenido que poner refuerzos.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-2622721444372621773?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-47093571202043838782009-06-05T08:53:00.004-04:002009-06-05T09:02:58.049-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SikXVHWjavI/AAAAAAAAADI/pitgeZVOi-0/s1600-h/vaso+roto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343828084370139890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SikXVHWjavI/AAAAAAAAADI/pitgeZVOi-0/s320/vaso+roto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No es justo decir que estoy sola</div><div>no estoy sola</div><div>tengo gente presente</div><div>que me acompaña</div><br /><div>quizás es que no se contemplarlas</div><div>sumar el valor de tenerlas a mi lado.</div><br /><div></div><div>Podría ser que mi vaso esté roto</div><div>y por mas licor, agua, aceite o vino</div><div>tiene un hueco</div><div>y por eso se siente vacío.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-4709357120204383878?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-37981718685916527242009-05-29T18:25:00.002-04:002009-05-29T18:33:44.724-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SiBisK5U4CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BYtM7eKwZ4c/s1600-h/ojo2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341377669039972386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SiBisK5U4CI/AAAAAAAAAC4/BYtM7eKwZ4c/s200/ojo2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Si me guiñas</div><div>tiemblo de emoción</div><div>me derrito</div><div>con pasión</div><div>y moriría</div><div>de amor.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-3798171868591652724?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-22838336485074319912009-05-18T07:16:00.001-04:002009-05-18T07:16:01.051-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sg_ymQgU-4I/AAAAAAAAACw/0WLvH1RfALc/s1600-h/hojas+secas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336750822536838018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sg_ymQgU-4I/AAAAAAAAACw/0WLvH1RfALc/s320/hojas+secas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pensando,<br />que solo son reales<br />algunos momentos<br />ciertos instantes<br />(ni tan ciertos).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>El soplo del tiempo<br />se encarga de borrar o transformar,<br />como si su taller fuese<br />no hacerlos eternos.</div><div></div><div>.</div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-2283833648507431991?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-32232752012480583032009-05-11T07:13:00.004-04:002009-05-11T08:05:03.417-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SggUFQDuRyI/AAAAAAAAACo/17c78gco0o0/s1600-h/lluvia1gj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334535839062837026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SggUFQDuRyI/AAAAAAAAACo/17c78gco0o0/s320/lluvia1gj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Te ha pasado que has amado a alguien</div><div>que le has cuidado, protegido, guardado</div><div>y a la postre se va con otro amor, ¿te ha pasado?</div><br /><div></div><div>Te ha pasado que después de largas horas</div><div>de desvelos y sacrificios sin precio</div><div>te ha olvidado, ¿te ha pasado?</div><br /><div></div><div>Te ha pasado, que has creído que Su Amor te pertenece </div><div>luego que has sembrado en su alma</div><div>palabras tiernas en su corazón, ¿te ha pasado?</div><br /><div></div><div>Te ha pasado que te dice tranquilamente</div><div>casi humillándote y mirándote a los ojos, </div><div>"No te amo", ¿te ha pasado?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-3223275201248058303?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-77353799834437333032009-05-04T13:54:00.003-04:002009-05-04T14:24:42.738-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sf8tkKWFr6I/AAAAAAAAACg/8TpvyENeAJc/s1600-h/seduccion%5B1%5D.png"></a><br /><div><em>El día en que me muera</em></div><div><em>quiero besar tu boquita</em></div><div><em>poquito a poco</em></div><div><em>hasta conquistar</em></div><div><em>tu último beso.</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>Morir en tus brazos</em></div><div><em>respirando tu aliento</em></div><div><em>besando tu mirada</em></div><div><em>y así</em></div><div><em>entrar en los cielos.</em></div><br /><div><em></em></div><br /><div><em>El último beso.</em></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-7735379983443733303?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-88778424226696809672009-04-27T17:29:00.000-04:002009-04-27T17:29:00.062-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SfIvuCC0QMI/AAAAAAAAACY/4QnI5xMH02c/s1600-h/barca-sol.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328373777001889986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SfIvuCC0QMI/AAAAAAAAACY/4QnI5xMH02c/s320/barca-sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>La dama vestida de negro</div><div>con corona de estrellas</div><div>extiende su mano izquierda</div><div>sujetando una lámpara</div><div>en forma de queso.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ese queso amarillo</div><div>brilla durante la noche.</div><div>De día se derrite</div><div>desciende en forma de rayos</div><div>y quema mi piel.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-8877842422669680967?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-71584254863271782122009-04-20T17:35:00.003-04:002009-04-20T17:35:00.222-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SeuZyQIhZMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nHuf9xIdlCo/s1600-h/roca+agua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326520072898962626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SeuZyQIhZMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nHuf9xIdlCo/s320/roca+agua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Roca<br />roca fuerte<br />que en tiempos dejas bajar tus aguas cristalinas<br />brotan y florecen tus momentos ocultos<br />tus instantes dolorosos y alegres.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Roca<br />roca que permanece<br />que hoy brotas tus aguas<br />aguas silenciosas<br />que callaron alguna vez<br />en un momento oscuro.</div><br /><div></div><div><br />Roca<br />roca fuerte<br />que hoy brota su lluvia<br />su dolor, su soledad, su silencio.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><div><br />Roca... silencio...</div><div></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-7158425486327178212?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-30860445888312652802009-04-16T11:56:00.002-04:002009-04-16T11:59:54.191-04:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SedV0GzZxSI/AAAAAAAAACI/qVaRjYlag2Y/s1600-h/abierta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325319438056670498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SedV0GzZxSI/AAAAAAAAACI/qVaRjYlag2Y/s320/abierta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Opto por caminos de paz</div><div>veredas tranquilas</div><div>que me lleven con sabiduría</div><div>por el sendero de la poesía.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Opto por caminos tranquilos</div><div>llenos de paz</div><div>no quiero volver</div><div>a mirar atrás.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-3086044588831265280?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-13015760652183251782009-04-14T08:12:00.002-04:002009-04-14T08:12:00.952-04:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SeMsfVGitaI/AAAAAAAAACA/ll58a0BoSeg/s1600-h/corazon_de_amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324148101234210210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SeMsfVGitaI/AAAAAAAAACA/ll58a0BoSeg/s200/corazon_de_amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Nuestro corazón,</div>es el verdadero templo.<br /><br /><br />El corazón<br />es el lugar idóneo<br />para encuentros. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-1301576065218325178?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-28633354089480867392009-04-06T08:24:00.002-04:002009-04-06T08:29:15.751-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sdn1csBOHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZCasGvkOWdo/s1600-h/esperanza.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321554307916373666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sdn1csBOHqI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZCasGvkOWdo/s200/esperanza.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">En cada verso</div><br /><div align="center">se cuela la niñez</div><br /><div align="center">un llamado</div><br /><div align="center">que acalore</div><br /><div align="center">el vacio existencial.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-2863335408948086739?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-64086711919416822812009-04-02T09:17:00.002-04:002009-04-02T09:19:48.039-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SdS7WTYScHI/AAAAAAAAABw/j05ezf4lcd4/s1600-h/aliento.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320083051665059954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SdS7WTYScHI/AAAAAAAAABw/j05ezf4lcd4/s320/aliento.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Es verdad, a veces son solo palabras, pero necesarias, es necesario hablarlas, para sacarlas del sistema, del tumulto de aguas, de la tormenta, para que llegue la calma.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-6408671191941682281?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-26930950576863401582009-03-27T19:32:00.000-04:002009-03-27T19:45:05.795-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sc1kRKB2MuI/AAAAAAAAABo/-DBkRDxKH5Y/s1600-h/pelo+al+viento+trigo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318016980907078370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sc1kRKB2MuI/AAAAAAAAABo/-DBkRDxKH5Y/s320/pelo+al+viento+trigo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Miré por mi ventana</div><div>para disfrutar de un paisaje verde.</div><br /><div></div><div>A lo lejos </div><div>venía corriendo una niña</div><div>con alas de trigo y pies de barro</div><div>su pelo era negro azabache</div><div>largo</div><div>que brincaba y revoloteaba en el aire</div><div>parecían olas nocturnas</div><div>caracoles de espumas.</div><br /><div></div><div>Corría</div><div>la verdad era que volaba</div><div>flotaba en el aire.</div><br /><div></div><div>No sé que perseguía</div><div>de seguro algún sueño</div><div>una mariposa</div><div>o un ángel.</div><br /><div></div><div>Solo sé que lo perseguía</div><div>-y eso-</div><div>le guiaba</div><div>y le sonreía.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-2693095057686340158?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-72556115444760304892009-03-22T17:32:00.000-04:002009-03-22T17:32:00.218-04:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/ScVfOCYsbMI/AAAAAAAAABg/RnDuK34zyuM/s1600-h/girasol2si.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315759629943991490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/ScVfOCYsbMI/AAAAAAAAABg/RnDuK34zyuM/s320/girasol2si.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">Desperté</div><div>abrí los ojos</div><div>estaba en tinieblas.</div><br /><div></div><div>Miré</div><div>ví una luz a lo lejos</div><div>caminé</div><div>y me acerqué</div><div>para contemplar aquella luz.</div><br /><div></div><div>Volví a abrir los ojos</div><div>miré</div><div>y observé</div><div>que era un girasol </div><div>y en su centro una carita</div><div>que iluminaba el firmamento</div><div>con su sonrisa.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-7255611544476030489?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-49496981484315175122009-03-20T08:20:00.000-04:002009-03-20T08:33:38.682-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/ScOM6uy54SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O8HRekTmXZU/s1600-h/Benjamin+Button.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315246925849157922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/ScOM6uy54SI/AAAAAAAAABQ/O8HRekTmXZU/s320/Benjamin+Button.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Inigualable, ternura impecable.</div><div></div><br /><div>El abrigo de una mujer madura</div><div>segura, de mirada tierna y firme </div><div>inconfundible, penetrante</div><div>mano flácida y sustentadora.</div><br /><div></div><div>Beso que llega y sorprende</div><div>mujer que besa la frente </div><div>hasta tocar el alma.</div><br /><div></div><div>Así es su abrigo</div><div>protector, seguro y presente,</div><div>abrazo con ternura </div><div>calor que no languidece.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-4949698148431517512?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-2894469238194256942009-03-16T14:05:00.000-04:002009-03-16T14:16:37.915-04:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sb6XKWzDVKI/AAAAAAAAABE/F4zL7rr32pc/s1600-h/tango-0228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313850814517957794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/Sb6XKWzDVKI/AAAAAAAAABE/F4zL7rr32pc/s320/tango-0228.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ven bailemos un rato</div><div>para derrotar el dolor</div><div>bailemos</div><div>al compás</div><div>al unísono</div><div>aplastando las angustias.</div><br /><div></div><div>Mejor pensemos</div><div>en nuestro amor</div><div>en ésto que nos envuelve</div><div>en lo que nos eleva</div><div>nos sube a las nubes</div><div>para beber del buen licor</div><div>¡ven!, vamos a ungirnos del cielo</div><div>hasta dormirnos</div><div>en su balcón.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-289446923819425694?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849606421660053822.post-81995187296512908822009-03-14T15:49:00.000-04:002009-03-14T16:15:54.772-04:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SbwMqyFs_LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6HxFaq4FixI/s1600-h/explota-rostro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313135589530074290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FpclF_S3qZ0/SbwMqyFs_LI/AAAAAAAAAA8/6HxFaq4FixI/s320/explota-rostro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Es de humanos soñar</div><div>tener ilusiones</div><div>que provocan esperanzas.</div><br /><div></div><div>Pero cada vez que dicho tobogán</div><div>dobla la esquina</div><div>y tropieza con la realidad</div><br /><div>!!Estalla!!</div><br /><div>!!Explota!!</div><br /><div>como una bomba.</div><br /><div></div><div>Provoca un vacío</div><div>un espasmo</div><div>que te restalla</div><div>en la cara</div><div>la realidad.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1849606421660053822-8199518729651290882?l=flor-petalosdeflor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Florhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07806752908662363507noreply@blogger.com6