<?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-35707173</id><updated>2012-02-18T01:23:53.511-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEATRO DE SUEÑOS</title><subtitle type='html'>Todos somos parte de el teatro de Sueños, y hoy es el dia de tu actuacion...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-6224024242724712064</id><published>2010-08-04T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T02:05:28.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ovulas y me deseas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;La triste vocación de tus letras en medio de mis lágrimas en medio de mis piernas, ajuste de cuentas, por demonios como amor disfraces en tus manos, bromeas con la carne me tienes me sostienes me usas me desechas, te uso, te olvido. Para que el recuerdo, si soy palabras en tus manos, y piel entre tus dientes, olvidalo, olvidame y sigue domando serpientes, viste el velo de tus pecados, pero no me me incluyas cuando laves tu conciencia, que yo estaré en otras piernas, egolatría el narcótico natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-6224024242724712064?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/6224024242724712064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=6224024242724712064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/6224024242724712064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/6224024242724712064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2010/08/ovulas-y-me-deseas.html' title='Ovulas y me deseas'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-2379482993960881100</id><published>2009-05-24T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:07:14.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CREO EN TU VOZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnTDbgJGaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVtjxqUlyRY/s1600-h/Perro20Mundo-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnTDbgJGaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVtjxqUlyRY/s320/Perro20Mundo-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339530889100073378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;El murmullo del aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;trae el dulce del misterio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;un latido de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;escuchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; tu credo irreal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aferrado a un cielo que no entiendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;recorriendo tu mundo  espiritual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sentado descubriendo riendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pretendiendo abrazar el azar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me refugio en suspiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;delirios de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; en su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;designios de un Dios que no siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y lo bebo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sediento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; de su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inspiracion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Creo en tu voz, natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;creo en tu voz, que calma mis demonios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;creo en tu voz, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;te regalo mi ultima confianza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te vuelvo a recordar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ausente, en silencio, callada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sin aliento me miento, no olvide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con arrepentirme lo que no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;viví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;me dio por llorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;se va mi voz en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;desilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;predicar, dar las espaldas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no entiendo tu fe por el amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sensacion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; vive en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;excesiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;desconoció&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; tus palabras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quien eres que te llevas la soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;seré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; siempre el eterno soñador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-2379482993960881100?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/2379482993960881100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=2379482993960881100' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2379482993960881100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2379482993960881100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2009/05/creo-en-tu-voz.html' title='CREO EN TU VOZ'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnTDbgJGaI/AAAAAAAAAD8/MVtjxqUlyRY/s72-c/Perro20Mundo-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-479263921360835545</id><published>2009-05-24T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:21:47.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ARBOL AZUL(Nuevo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnH8CSBZeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpPfJSPUnj0/s1600-h/img%5B96%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 408px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnH8CSBZeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpPfJSPUnj0/s320/img%5B96%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339518667442972130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bajo la sombra de un verso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;saborea la brisa mis lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sintiendo el cansancio de mis parpados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;esperando por las estrellas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hurgando dentro de mi memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;miro las historias futuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;frutos de los sonoros suspiros &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;se apiada la muerte un día mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Conosco estos versos desnudos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;llenos de miedo, ávidos de ira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;recordando cuando tenían vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;existentes en recuerdos fracturados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ven  a mirarme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bajo el Árbol Azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cuando el cielo se torno gris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cuando no  este visitame otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bajo el árbol azul, siempre soñare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me llamo con mi eco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con mi nombre medio muerto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amanece y me veo en un espejo de miradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;reflejo de profundas voces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mis lágrimas se las lleva el mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;donde van?, donde queda el deseo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;en la necesidad se sentir esa charla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;compasión&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; conmigo en mis pl&lt;/span&gt;aticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-479263921360835545?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/479263921360835545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=479263921360835545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/479263921360835545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/479263921360835545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2009/05/arbol-azul.html' title='ARBOL AZUL(Nuevo)'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/ShnH8CSBZeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PpPfJSPUnj0/s72-c/img%5B96%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-8158613914389432503</id><published>2008-10-09T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T10:39:34.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESTINO SIN TI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SO5AS6bM-aI/AAAAAAAAADY/bqbZSFUFoNA/s1600-h/rrBfFB745337-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255208508853123490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="195" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SO5AS6bM-aI/AAAAAAAAADY/bqbZSFUFoNA/s320/rrBfFB745337-02.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Miré en silencio su silueta&lt;br /&gt;con temor entre la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;miles de susurros descubrí en lo real&lt;br /&gt;quien se pregunta como es el destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miré su naturalidad entre sueños&lt;br /&gt;abrí los ojos y me encontré su alma&lt;br /&gt;siento paz en su mirada&lt;br /&gt;valentía, de corazón noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es compleja como mil arcanos&lt;br /&gt;naturaleza viva en su verde mirada&lt;br /&gt;ahora todo parece tener sentido&lt;br /&gt;me siento pintor de sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A que Dios le pido no se la lleve&lt;br /&gt;A que cielo elevo mi canto&lt;br /&gt;Cual caprichoso destino&lt;br /&gt;algún día nos querrá separar&lt;br /&gt;no quiero destino no quiero verla marchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonrió al ver tu felicidad&lt;br /&gt;extraña y presente en mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;siento que es mi mundo real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy es un día lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;de lamentos y pianos sencibles&lt;br /&gt;despierto y no estas en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;hay una mirada perdida en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como seguir sin ti, se cuestiona mi alma&lt;br /&gt;este silencio me hunde en sueños&lt;br /&gt;buscándote en mentiras surreales&lt;br /&gt;no puedo mas estar sin ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-8158613914389432503?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/8158613914389432503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=8158613914389432503' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/8158613914389432503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/8158613914389432503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2008/10/destin-sin-ti.html' title='DESTINO SIN TI'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SO5AS6bM-aI/AAAAAAAAADY/bqbZSFUFoNA/s72-c/rrBfFB745337-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-2462186415622809779</id><published>2008-08-10T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:59:31.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil sueños perdidos (new)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SJ-KuGJXZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/sPjZBnOuXig/s1600-h/Conciencia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233053816556316146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" height="314" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SJ-KuGJXZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/sPjZBnOuXig/s320/Conciencia1.jpg" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Quien es tu sensibilidad&lt;br /&gt;escondida en desilusiones,&lt;br /&gt;perturbada, masturbada&lt;br /&gt;de inconciencia y frustraciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Viniendo de lo ajeno&lt;br /&gt;se descubre lo profundo,&lt;br /&gt;encerrado entre sueños&lt;br /&gt;se vive un mundo irreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una conciencia pura,&lt;br /&gt;forzada a ser natural&lt;br /&gt;cuando no es naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;golpear a la tuya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Retorno, con o sin salvaciòn&lt;br /&gt;no empieces a odiarte&lt;br /&gt;retirarte, justificarte&lt;br /&gt;arrancarte el corazón,&lt;br /&gt;deja la miseria con amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No justifica la ira de letanias,&lt;br /&gt;en mi caída final.&lt;br /&gt;Internarme en el pasado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;intentar salvar algo derrotado&lt;br /&gt;en una noche buena, sin ser fatal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A si son los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Mil sueños perdidos&lt;br /&gt;perdidos en paisajes profundos&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se convierten en eco natural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Solo son fantasias de una noche&lt;br /&gt;Donde queda esperanza&lt;br /&gt;es luz distante, aislante&lt;br /&gt;detestable, insaciable, vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;miserable a media luz.&lt;br /&gt;a si dejas reposar&lt;br /&gt;lo que nunca vas aceptar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/35707173-2462186415622809779?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/2462186415622809779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=2462186415622809779' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2462186415622809779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2462186415622809779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2008/08/mil-sueos-perdidos-new.html' title='Mil sueños perdidos (new)'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SJ-KuGJXZfI/AAAAAAAAACY/sPjZBnOuXig/s72-c/Conciencia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-8356091559178518140</id><published>2008-05-01T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T18:02:48.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cierra Tus Ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoLpr_DxuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LUnH7g4bkPw/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195477930935043810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" height="303" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoLpr_DxuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LUnH7g4bkPw/s320/ojos.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hacia donde van los destellos&lt;br /&gt;aquellos bellos deseos&lt;br /&gt;que en tu vida marcan tu camino&lt;br /&gt;de soledad y alegrías&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sientes el frió del silencio&lt;br /&gt;de gritos lejanos&lt;br /&gt;que olvidaron tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;y solo vez su partida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este cuarto esta vació&lt;br /&gt;lleno de llantos desgarradores&lt;br /&gt;nostalgias sin sinergias&lt;br /&gt;entre el amor y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;siente y entiende&lt;br /&gt;mis delicados besos&lt;br /&gt;abre tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;abrígate en el mío&lt;br /&gt;que hoy es tu morada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mas lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;son mis brazos quien te cobijan&lt;br /&gt;dibujan, estrujan un granuja&lt;br /&gt;que cuida de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternas sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;las que robo de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;para endulzar a la miel&lt;br /&gt;que alimenta a miles de jardines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con amor en mis manos&lt;br /&gt;A si llego hoy para danzar&lt;br /&gt;en medio del dolor&lt;br /&gt;que no existe y jamás volverá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cierra tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y veras nuestras almas volar&lt;br /&gt;es tu cielo tu libertad&lt;br /&gt;Cierra tus ojos, Siempre estari ahi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-8356091559178518140?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/8356091559178518140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=8356091559178518140' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/8356091559178518140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/8356091559178518140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2008/05/cierra-tus-ojos-new.html' title='Cierra Tus Ojos'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoLpr_DxuI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LUnH7g4bkPw/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-5879123303185062953</id><published>2008-05-01T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:59:21.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido en Nubes (new)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoCcL_DxtI/AAAAAAAAACI/x0MvzKYQU78/s1600-h/Angeles3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195467803402159826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="302" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoCcL_DxtI/AAAAAAAAACI/x0MvzKYQU78/s320/Angeles3.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Que significa este segundo&lt;br /&gt;donde mi reloj se detiene&lt;br /&gt;al escuchar el palpito de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo el suspirar de la lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El encanto de una mundo cansado&lt;br /&gt;Desesperado por contar una historia de amor&lt;br /&gt;para olvidarse de romeo&lt;br /&gt;y odiar a Julieta malvada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que significa este minuto&lt;br /&gt;el que se vuele sordo y agudo&lt;br /&gt;Intentando opacar tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;cuando mas vives en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siente, latente, hiriente&lt;br /&gt;sintiendo las nubes del extraño tiempo&lt;br /&gt;atuendo, entiendo tu velo&lt;br /&gt;para descubrirlo sintiendo tu brisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que significa esta hora&lt;br /&gt;de frió en medio del sol&lt;br /&gt;solo el abrigo de sentir&lt;br /&gt;derrite estas barreras indiferentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes Sentir en Nubes&lt;br /&gt;las caricias del agua tibia&lt;br /&gt;que roza tus mejillas&lt;br /&gt;puedes sentir en Nubes&lt;br /&gt;la Caricia de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedes sentir en nubes&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor destilando pasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-5879123303185062953?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/5879123303185062953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=5879123303185062953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/5879123303185062953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/5879123303185062953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2008/05/sentido-en-nubes-new.html' title='Sentido en Nubes (new)'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/SBoCcL_DxtI/AAAAAAAAACI/x0MvzKYQU78/s72-c/Angeles3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-3972590759273218072</id><published>2007-08-19T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T15:48:20.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En un segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RsjIge94L-I/AAAAAAAAABw/eTKE1yfYJUE/s1600-h/segundos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 271px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RsjIge94L-I/AAAAAAAAABw/eTKE1yfYJUE/s320/segundos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100547038391054306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Retomar el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;el que no existe escrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mas bien copiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;un argumento perdido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt; perseguir al silencio&lt;br /&gt;buscando lo que nunca hemos perdido&lt;br /&gt;asaltando pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;de esos que los tienen hundidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que puedes sentir&lt;br /&gt;resentir consentir, aludir&lt;br /&gt;si abres los ojos para ver oscuro&lt;br /&gt;para saber donde tu has muerto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo que alegra reconocer&lt;br /&gt;el paso sublime de la devoción&lt;br /&gt;el ser, la personalidad perdida&lt;br /&gt;o el reconocimiento ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu voz, es tu creación&lt;br /&gt;emoción frustración de lo que eres&lt;br /&gt;o pretendes y aprender&lt;br /&gt;pero te desprendes alguna vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu sabes y olvidaras&lt;br /&gt;que aquí estamos&lt;br /&gt;otra vez para empezar &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-3972590759273218072?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/3972590759273218072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=3972590759273218072' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/3972590759273218072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/3972590759273218072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/08/en-un-segundo.html' title='En un segundo'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RsjIge94L-I/AAAAAAAAABw/eTKE1yfYJUE/s72-c/segundos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-2454893464973030711</id><published>2007-03-25T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T13:50:15.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RgbgI7igNuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PES45DnQaO8/s1600-h/reflexiones.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 361px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RgbgI7igNuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PES45DnQaO8/s320/reflexiones.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045966876541204194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sentir y derretir&lt;br /&gt;los credos perpetuos&lt;br /&gt;que hoy nacen, mueren&lt;br /&gt;en incógnitas y derrotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira en espejos oscuros&lt;br /&gt;de que estas echo o desecho&lt;br /&gt;con reflexiones enfímeras&lt;br /&gt;soberbias, hirientes, carentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros al cielo de hielo&lt;br /&gt;buscando respuestas&lt;br /&gt;cuestionas, odias te odias&lt;br /&gt;que clase de exclamación&lt;br /&gt;si le dimos exhumación&lt;br /&gt;a emociones traicioneras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To be or not to be, that's my only question&lt;br /&gt;What do I think I am,&lt;br /&gt;But something that thinks?&lt;br /&gt;I search deeply&lt;br /&gt;In my existence&lt;br /&gt;For a reason to be or not to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Consistencia e insistencia&lt;br /&gt;pretencioso delicioso ambicioso&lt;br /&gt;es el silencio solido&lt;br /&gt;no termina de Cuestionarse&lt;br /&gt;a donde tantos pequeños pasos&lt;br /&gt;y por que tan interminables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Even knowing what we might not be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;May come along with what me might...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;That's the question! To be or not to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;What do I think I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;But something that thinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search deeply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;In my existence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;For a reason to be or not to be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;pre style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ser o no ser...&lt;br /&gt;esa es la pregunta&lt;br /&gt;Quien debo o no debo ser&lt;br /&gt;En cada uno esta la respuesta&lt;br /&gt;Ser o no ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-2454893464973030711?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/2454893464973030711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=2454893464973030711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2454893464973030711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/2454893464973030711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-be.html' title='To Be'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RgbgI7igNuI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PES45DnQaO8/s72-c/reflexiones.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-3200587213633731759</id><published>2007-02-21T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T15:05:24.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frente al Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RdzOwj2vU3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3lzie8Cc3iA/s1600-h/i1050241125141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 331px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RdzOwj2vU3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3lzie8Cc3iA/s320/i1050241125141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034125817147249522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Desnudar emociones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;al ver una mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que inspira a continuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sonreír, soñar y cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pequeño ángel travieso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;al despertar en la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vino a mi un pensamiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cual es tu nombre y tus sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Un suspiro me atrapo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;indicio de un corazón ciego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que no entiende esta alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y siente esta bella emoción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;describirte, pintarte, esculpir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tu fragilidad y picardía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sentir tus manos tibias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seguidas por un abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y punto final con un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que descubrió tu sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Frente al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;parece un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calido y embriagante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y yo sin darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como saber que tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con aquella inocencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;de cabellos alborotados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con la critica en tus labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y diálogos censurados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;provocarías un guión a mi alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hasta hoy me di cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;por que me perdía en tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ya no se quien es mas inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;al abrir mis ojos en la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mi alma buscaba el sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;y mis ojos tu mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bella, natural y despeinada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seguida por una sonrisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que nacía en mis labios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;al mirarte con dulzura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con un inentendible susurro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;que la brisa me contaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Frente al mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;parece un sueño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;calido y embriagante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Y yo sin darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;vuelvo a la realidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ahora ya te vas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con un suspiro de mi ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;con extraños momentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;entre juegos y sonrisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoy se que nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Te volveré a ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pero en un sueño siempre te recordare...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-3200587213633731759?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/3200587213633731759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=3200587213633731759' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/3200587213633731759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/3200587213633731759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/02/frente-al-mar.html' title='Frente al Mar'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/RdzOwj2vU3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3lzie8Cc3iA/s72-c/i1050241125141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-233099643871155123</id><published>2007-01-30T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T14:48:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dejar de Sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Rb_KwjrmpYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fS2jN7Tp_P0/s1600-h/angeloscuro7tb9uy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025958644729423234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" height="254" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Rb_KwjrmpYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fS2jN7Tp_P0/s320/angeloscuro7tb9uy.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;El cristal de sueños&lt;br /&gt;el frágil corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;las tardes de vacíos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;silencioso dolor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Son preludios y estudios&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de mirar dentro del sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;encontrar un alma ardiente&lt;br /&gt;y un corazón sin emoción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Como se aferra la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;a una noble canción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;habla sin pasión &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;reflexión, conmoción, destrucción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;se olvido esta letra&lt;br /&gt;la de una triste canción &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pasos silenciosos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en un abismo, silogismo&lt;br /&gt;de crear sin sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;olvidar y buscar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Son preludios y estudios&lt;br /&gt;Dejar de sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nace este vació un lío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;perfecto hastío de fastidio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ahora no puedo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dejar de contemplar&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no puedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dejar de sentir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-233099643871155123?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/233099643871155123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=233099643871155123' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/233099643871155123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/233099643871155123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/01/dejar-de-sentir.html' title='Dejar de Sentir'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Rb_KwjrmpYI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fS2jN7Tp_P0/s72-c/angeloscuro7tb9uy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-1657302700269531985</id><published>2007-01-17T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T15:33:36.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Ra6yKzrmpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k1GKAefyY7w/s1600-h/lagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021146533306213714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px" height="320" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Ra6yKzrmpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k1GKAefyY7w/s320/lagrimas.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Intento recoger mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;olvidar mi libertad&lt;br /&gt;recordando mi cautiverio&lt;br /&gt;el que viví en su corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las puertas de la mente&lt;br /&gt;de mi estado conciente&lt;br /&gt;grita detente amor&lt;br /&gt;estoy en el suelo inconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crucifico mi amor&lt;br /&gt;no por valentía ni por ti&lt;br /&gt;es por mi egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;el sentido reprimido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dry your tears with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you could have told me everything&lt;br /&gt;you would have found what love is&lt;br /&gt;if you could have told me what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;i would have shown you the way&lt;br /&gt;someday i'm gonna be older than you&lt;br /&gt;i've never thought beyond that time&lt;br /&gt;i've never imagined the pictures of that life&lt;br /&gt;for now i will try to live for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;i will try to live with love, with dreams&lt;br /&gt;and forever with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy Genocida de sueños&lt;br /&gt;creador de muchos de ellos&lt;br /&gt;generador del final&lt;br /&gt;fatal, total o quizás letal&lt;br /&gt;facineroso yo destrozo&lt;br /&gt;trazo, rozo su hermoso sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la sensibilidad&lt;br /&gt;habilidad de olvidar&lt;br /&gt;retomar mis pasos&lt;br /&gt;y otra vez empezar &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/35707173-1657302700269531985?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/1657302700269531985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=1657302700269531985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/1657302700269531985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/1657302700269531985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/01/tears.html' title='Tears'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/Ra6yKzrmpVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/k1GKAefyY7w/s72-c/lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116896600900678600</id><published>2007-01-16T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T08:36:22.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amantes Distantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5564/3977/1600/158395/los%20amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5564/3977/320/87377/los%2520amantes.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5564/3977/1600/920032/los%20amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Son los sentidos resentidos&lt;br /&gt;que usaste y abandonaste&lt;br /&gt;en una noches de pasión&lt;br /&gt;miradas que atrapan&lt;br /&gt;en telarañas cautivantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miradas seductoras, oh destructoras&lt;br /&gt;creadoras de Pandoras&lt;br /&gt;donde mis sensaciones&lt;br /&gt;se vuelven frustraciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos hirientes de naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;de voluntad de compartir besos&lt;br /&gt;de esos perversos&lt;br /&gt;que enamoran, perjudican&lt;br /&gt;radican en mi voz adormitada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me digas que manipulo&lt;br /&gt;si yo disimulo, estimulo&lt;br /&gt;y no te destruyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que usaste mi voluntad&lt;br /&gt;que se doblega como el hierro&lt;br /&gt;que calentaste en tus brazas&lt;br /&gt;de esos brazos que abrazan&lt;br /&gt;desatan y me atan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seducido por tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;entre tu blanca piel&lt;br /&gt;dibuje surrealismo vivo&lt;br /&gt;no esconde mis emociones&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas se desnudan&lt;br /&gt;ahora soy una anectoda mas&lt;br /&gt;estadística periodística&lt;br /&gt;un relativo furtivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero tu fusilamiento&lt;br /&gt;MALDITO CORAZON&lt;br /&gt;instinto animal&lt;br /&gt;calmas tu sed de mal&lt;br /&gt;encadenado a tu piel&lt;br /&gt;el Diablo me guiara&lt;br /&gt;en mi desierto de promesas&lt;br /&gt;que juntos olvidamos&lt;br /&gt;En especial yo !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116896600900678600?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116896600900678600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116896600900678600' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116896600900678600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116896600900678600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2007/01/amantes-distantes.html' title='Amantes Distantes'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116165500090834489</id><published>2006-10-23T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T19:03:07.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Valientes Hirientes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/Enchanted%20Beach%20with%20Three%20Fluid%20Graces%20(Salvidor%20Dali).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/Enchanted%20Beach%20with%20Three%20Fluid%20Graces%20%28Salvidor%20Dali%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Su presencia me llena de inquietud&lt;br /&gt;aun que te extrañé mas que a mi vida&lt;br /&gt;descubrí verdad entre mentiras&lt;br /&gt;siento sufrir solo al recordar&lt;br /&gt;las impurezas no me dejan sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que estuviste aquí pero no se en donde&lt;br /&gt;me dicen dejaste tu aroma aquí&lt;br /&gt;donde estas ahora&lt;br /&gt;bueno no me importa&lt;br /&gt;necesito ser valiente&lt;br /&gt;como puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que nos podemos ver otra vez&lt;br /&gt;¿otra vez?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuera de la cruz que señalo el peso&lt;br /&gt;pàlida, odiada por mi sensibilidad&lt;br /&gt;alguien intenta cantar no soy yo&lt;br /&gt;son las victimas sacrificadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida parece demasiado pequeña cuando la muerte se toma&lt;br /&gt;esa cantidad de victimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito culpar a alguien por este dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quien eres ahora?&lt;br /&gt;ese sueño que tuve&lt;br /&gt;donde amas y mueres&lt;br /&gt;Necesito ser valiente, necesito vivir&lt;br /&gt;fuera de las sombras&lt;br /&gt;como puedo vivir&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que nos podemos ver otra vez&lt;br /&gt;otra vez&lt;br /&gt;¿Algún día?&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/35707173-116165500090834489?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116165500090834489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116165500090834489' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116165500090834489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116165500090834489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/valientes-hirientes.html' title='Valientes Hirientes'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116165269235449541</id><published>2006-10-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:18:12.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FUERA DE CONTEXTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/dali_voltaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/dali_voltaire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Efímero, puro y sincero&lt;br /&gt;Son estos pasos sencillos&lt;br /&gt;pequeños destellos de honestidad&lt;br /&gt;asì eres tu abierta de telones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actos, pecados concientes&lt;br /&gt;sofisticados lectores&lt;br /&gt;son atrevidos tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;mira tus manos&lt;br /&gt;que construyeron que destruyeron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sed, el vino divino&lt;br /&gt;de tus labios de cristal&lt;br /&gt;hablas te desatas, descontrolas&lt;br /&gt;controlas, seduces los dulces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No abuses, de ti&lt;br /&gt;viola a esa luz&lt;br /&gt;mastica tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;escupe en tu sencibilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/35707173-116165269235449541?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116079205813257692</id><published>2006-10-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T19:21:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas de cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/uchu-B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/uchu-B.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;En medio del cielo&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas fugaces&lt;br /&gt;son tu fieles compañeras&lt;br /&gt;tu inocencia es tu conciencia&lt;br /&gt;Blanco o negro como lo defines&lt;br /&gt;estos surcos en el espacio&lt;br /&gt;son viejos senderos&lt;br /&gt;de viejos planetas insensibles&lt;br /&gt;que desearon tu cuerpo celestial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocaso, final e irreal&lt;br /&gt;secuencia de suspiros galácticos&lt;br /&gt;las voces se esfuman de ti&lt;br /&gt;comprendes que este silencio&lt;br /&gt;en medio de lo eterno&lt;br /&gt;es un cielo sin fin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/spacebig_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/spacebig_2.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y sientes, que no es digno de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Una galería de pedasos de tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;se exponen en el universo&lt;br /&gt;hacen gala de su nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;de un amor vertical&lt;br /&gt;de consecuencia universal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La piel de tu alma&lt;br /&gt;cubre tus inexpertos momentos&lt;br /&gt;pero no te atreves a caminar&lt;br /&gt;de que sirve tu vuelo&lt;br /&gt;si nunca aprendiste a caminar&lt;br /&gt;Se que hoy, se romperán&lt;br /&gt;Tus alas de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiste a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;tus momentos de valor&lt;br /&gt;Vuelas sobre un cielo gris&lt;br /&gt;De que sirve tu vuelo&lt;br /&gt;si el camino se hace a pie&lt;br /&gt;nunca veraz el sol brillar&lt;br /&gt;se que hoy, se romperán&lt;br /&gt;Tus alas de cristal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116079205813257692?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116079205813257692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116079205813257692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116079205813257692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116079205813257692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/alas-de-cristal.html' title='Alas de cristal'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116062238321802796</id><published>2006-10-11T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T16:20:16.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL LIBRO EN QUE LLORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/libro%20semiabierto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/libro%20semiabierto.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La escritura secreta domina&lt;br /&gt;los espacios blancos sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;donde lagrimas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;se mezclaron con esos sonetos&lt;br /&gt;Que contaban una excusa a la realidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se niega a escribir de amor&lt;br /&gt;o representar una historia&lt;br /&gt;que sabemos que nos vamos a olvidar&lt;br /&gt;pero recordaras que vas extrañar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas palabras tienen frío&lt;br /&gt;solo esos ojos indiferentes&lt;br /&gt;son abrigo emocional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene titulo su nombren&lt;br /&gt;no tiene edad ni nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;tiene 2 líneas de prologo&lt;br /&gt;quiere contar que debes descubrir&lt;br /&gt;que solo tu puedes dar el mensaje&lt;br /&gt;este libro hace pensar&lt;br /&gt;se debe reconocer&lt;br /&gt;a donde va toda esa sabiduría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El libro en que llore&lt;br /&gt;es un proverbio soberbio&lt;br /&gt;es oración de pobres&lt;br /&gt;una colección de salmos tan desalmados&lt;br /&gt;Un titulo que no dice nada&lt;br /&gt;es solidario con mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;que se purifico con mis lágrimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116062238321802796?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116062238321802796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116062238321802796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116062238321802796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116062238321802796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-libro-en-que-llore.html' title='EL LIBRO EN QUE LLORE'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116043063909100927</id><published>2006-10-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T15:34:13.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Subrealista Ancestral</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/indianearth.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/indianearth.0.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dime que puedes ver con tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;Que tu corazón no aya olvidado mirar&lt;br /&gt;Es magia de un shaman&lt;br /&gt;pintando en los cielos estos colores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technotitlan dibujas fantasías irreverentes&lt;br /&gt;Redentora de trazos perfectos&lt;br /&gt;con sueños entre estrellas&lt;br /&gt;Es la estación de los viajes estelares&lt;br /&gt;verde, rojo, sangre es tu tinte&lt;br /&gt;en tus danzas con chamucos (diablo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Los pecados terrestres de Hubnaku (dios)&lt;br /&gt;los guarda en vasos de barro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/sm_First_Aztec_on_the_Moon.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/sm_First_Aztec_on_the_Moon.0.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para recordar tus eternos pasos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Luna haciende danzando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; al cielo&lt;br /&gt;Para posar para Caspicara&lt;br /&gt;mientras los jaillis sagrados&lt;br /&gt;Arrancan una lágrima de plata&lt;br /&gt;a ese enjambre de planetas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde del centro del universo&lt;br /&gt;escuchas ese canto nostálgico&lt;br /&gt;El Urpi canto doliente en los paramos&lt;br /&gt;por amor a las lluvias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El shaman se inspira y tiene la tonada&lt;br /&gt;De Jazz en con su wuiro&lt;br /&gt;Cacique que escribes Como Sabina&lt;br /&gt;para olvidar que el cusco&lt;br /&gt;es una selva de cemento&lt;br /&gt;y tienes la estrés de tus viajes&lt;br /&gt;por esas vías en el camino del inca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te levantes y protesta con plumas&lt;br /&gt;y graffitis en la pirámides de Rumicucho&lt;br /&gt;Pintando relojes de agua&lt;br /&gt;Cuan Dalí reencarna en tus trazos&lt;br /&gt;robando los colores a un Quinde&lt;br /&gt;y si te hace falta el arco iris&lt;br /&gt;Es la paleta de tus futuros sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaman son tus visiones&lt;br /&gt;tus extensiones del cielo al infierno&lt;br /&gt;que vuelan en tu eje&lt;br /&gt;ebocando mi sentido por sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116043063909100927?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116043063909100927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116043063909100927' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116043063909100927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116043063909100927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/subrealista-ancestral.html' title='Subrealista Ancestral'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116035908350705450</id><published>2006-10-08T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:58:03.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Centro de mi Equilibrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/13774_0001_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/200/13774_0001_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Desde la Plaza muerta&lt;br /&gt;en un lugar de un ex reino&lt;br /&gt;te escribo lo que ya sabias&lt;br /&gt;y no me explico entre estas nubes&lt;br /&gt;que las calles del Centro de mi Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nostalgia, aroma de café&lt;br /&gt;con la vista en los campanarios&lt;br /&gt;en las callejuelas y viejos pasos&lt;br /&gt;los museos son narradores&lt;br /&gt;del pasado que me perdí&lt;br /&gt;mientras cerré los ojos&lt;br /&gt;para recordar que estas aquí&lt;br /&gt;en El Centro de mi Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canto frente a recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;son viejos Balcones, sentado en viajas aceras&lt;br /&gt;como se puede describir como puedo dar explicación&lt;br /&gt;para que tanto preguntar&lt;br /&gt;siempre me encuentro&lt;br /&gt;en El Centro de mi Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no regreso por donde vine&lt;br /&gt;nunca miro atrás y veo mi gente&lt;br /&gt;con el mismo dolor&lt;br /&gt;muros de eternidad de pasados&lt;br /&gt;donde poetas, escritores, pintores&lt;br /&gt;dejaron un poco de su amor&lt;br /&gt;por este Lugar El centro De mi Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camino entre historias&lt;br /&gt;filosofía pintura, música&lt;br /&gt;recojo mis pasos pasados&lt;br /&gt;con el sonido mas sensible&lt;br /&gt;de mis cartas olvidadas&lt;br /&gt;en el Centro de tu Equilibrio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116035908350705450?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116035908350705450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116035908350705450' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116035908350705450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116035908350705450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-centro-de-mi-equilibrio.html' title='El Centro de mi Equilibrio'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116034185158718252</id><published>2006-10-08T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:20:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillán quitral     El fuego sagrado.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/jugando_el_juego_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/320/jugando_el_juego_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Danzan Curupíes en el seno de las montañas&lt;br /&gt;Vuelan papagayos coloridos con gritos de añoranzas&lt;br /&gt;Cuna inti, el nido de mágicas montañas&lt;br /&gt;donde eres hermano del jaguar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mágico lugar donde se detiene el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;Con ondinas traviesas en tu camino&lt;br /&gt;Juegan los elementos sin condición&lt;br /&gt;Sintiendo el celo infinito de la selva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este capricho amoroso por los sueños&lt;br /&gt;Mama Quilla seductora del firmamento&lt;br /&gt;Con tu semi luz iluminas al templo divino&lt;br /&gt;que son fervientes deseos de los Hijos del sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillán quitral&lt;br /&gt;nace en la hoguera del culto&lt;br /&gt;y muere en los brazos de la brisa&lt;br /&gt;testigos amor por doncellas astrales&lt;br /&gt;los eclipses son luchas gigantes&lt;br /&gt;por admirar su asenso al infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pillán quitral&lt;br /&gt;Bendices esta ofrenda a los dioses&lt;br /&gt;enamorados de las almas jóvenes&lt;br /&gt;de la pacha y sus frutos,mujeres vírgenes del Sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/35707173-116034185158718252?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/feeds/116034185158718252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35707173&amp;postID=116034185158718252' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116034185158718252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35707173/posts/default/116034185158718252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com/2006/10/pilln-quitral-el-fuego-sagrado.html' title='Pillán quitral     El fuego sagrado.'/><author><name>Mil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13732806186737901115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vhgzvZ3hNtM/TFkqNRYayhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/yPCLxjrU8FI/S220/magritte-son-of-man1964.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35707173.post-116033715272766666</id><published>2006-10-08T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T18:04:37.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIENVENIDO A ESTES ESPACIO DE VORACIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/1600/teatro.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5564/3977/200/teatro.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoy llegue aca por casualidad. por la condidencia de mi bella amistad con una filosofa. en adelante espero poder escribir un monton incoherencias que espero les disguste tanto como a mi y quien se atreva a gustarle deje su opinion y cuenteme de tus sueños y tus fustraciones de tu vida que yo intentare reflejarlo en mas Poesia de borasidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BIENVENIDOS AL " TEATRO DE LOS SUEÑ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35707173-116033715272766666?l=teatrodesuenosmil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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