tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33206791087420228522012-02-16T15:12:15.233-08:00Floreciendo en tus cariciasdulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.comBlogger221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-76180032907536253732009-03-19T21:33:00.000-07:002009-03-19T21:44:59.132-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/ScMdV729m6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/X-n1W7WyxCk/s1600-h/1235765865747_f.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/ScMdV729m6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/X-n1W7WyxCk/s320/1235765865747_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315124247909997474" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Mio por elección<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;"> Completamente mio, </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />por tu decisión </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Aunque el silencio acalle, </span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />siempre habrá dolor... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-7618003290753625373?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-77274288821046313782008-03-08T20:32:00.000-08:002008-03-08T20:49:11.554-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NsM9p2ojI/AAAAAAAAABc/uzDw1tlASFo/s1600-h/400_1187488942_el-adios.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NsM9p2ojI/AAAAAAAAABc/uzDw1tlASFo/s320/400_1187488942_el-adios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175599366743171634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">El recuerdo de tu cara<br />El recuerdo de tu cuerpo<br />aun flotan en <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mí...</span><br />En <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mí</span> cuerpo lleno de llagas<br />por este amor "eterno"<br />Pues que es la eternidad?<br />Desearía que fuera solo<br />un momento<br />Para poder despedir<br />todo esto que siento...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-7727428882104631378?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-75137877444279811762008-01-23T10:36:00.000-08:002008-01-23T10:38:54.126-08:00<i>Incesante <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">agonía</span>,<br />acaba con mi vida.<br />No vez la gangrena,<br />que carcome mi existencia</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-7513787744427981176?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-23422240993047567502008-01-21T16:12:00.000-08:002008-01-21T16:15:35.608-08:00<em>Entre sueños apareces,</em><br /><em>Entre sueños estas...</em><br /><em>Porque la realidad es tan</em><br /><em>diferente.</em><br /><em>Porque en la realidad</em><br /><em>nunca estas...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-2342224099304756750?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-66812454065437315642008-01-21T16:01:00.000-08:002008-03-08T19:37:56.662-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NbZ9p2ogI/AAAAAAAAABE/kPHysgvnd-I/s1600-h/400_1204947895_terror.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NbZ9p2ogI/AAAAAAAAABE/kPHysgvnd-I/s320/400_1204947895_terror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175580898383798786" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><em>Acaso no lo vez</em></div><div align="left"><em>Acaso no te percatas</em></div><div align="left"><em>No se por que no me</em></div><div align="left"><em>extraña</em></div><div align="left"><em>Mas aya de tus ojos</em></div><div align="left"><em>no ves</em></div><div align="left"><em>Mas aya de tu podredumbre</em></div><div align="left"><em>no vislumbras</em></div><div align="left"><em>Estoy muriendo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mirame</span></span></em></div><div align="left"><em>Estoy aquí, en frente</em></div><div align="left"><em>Por favor, no de nuevo</em></div><div align="left"><em>no me ignores</em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cuidame</span></span> en mí ocaso</em></div><div align="left"><em>El frío se acerca</em></div><div align="left"><em>acaso no lo sientes</em></div><div align="left"><em>La muerte ya esta conmigo</em></div><div align="left"><em>ella mira desde afuera</em></div><div align="left"><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Quédate</span></span> conmigo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">quédate</span></span> conmigo...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-6681245406543731564?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-35102906342027536022008-01-01T13:39:00.000-08:002008-01-01T13:42:04.003-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Una niña que quiere como mujer;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Una mujer que juega a ser niña...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ambas unidas en un mismo cuerpo;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cuerpo marchito, por un amor maldito...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-3510290634202753602?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-12188525037534461312008-01-01T13:32:00.000-08:002008-08-29T20:47:27.898-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Seré la la mala yerba,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">que enraiza tu corazón.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Aunque trates de arrancarme,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">mis raíces ya te han socavado,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">al arraigarse en tu interior.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-1218852503753446131?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-8163243690788927822007-12-01T10:15:00.000-08:002008-05-07T16:18:22.171-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/SCI4pxvEdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/F50YKIzcUsw/s1600-h/20070713001852-cuello.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/SCI4pxvEdqI/AAAAAAAAACY/F50YKIzcUsw/s320/20070713001852-cuello.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197779210315527842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><em><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Rompeme</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">despedazame</span><br />que a mi no me importa.<br />Yo quiero la fiera;<br />Yo quiero desenfreno.<br />Sacia en mi tus instintos;<br />Pues yo <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haré</span> lo mismo.<br />Vuelve a renacer en mi<br />y renaceremos juntos.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Déjame</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">enmarañarte</span>,<br />en este cuerpo moreno,<br />que solo busca tu deseo.</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-816324369078892782?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-80855306059673337232007-12-01T10:10:00.000-08:002007-12-03T10:03:19.380-08:00<em>Creer en los sueños,</em><br /><em>que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">efímero</span> pensamiento...</em><br /><em>Creer en el mañana,</em><br /><em>que absurdo panorama...</em><br /><em>Creer en el futuro,</em><br /><em>que cruel infortunio...</em><br /><em>Creer en el amor,</em><br /><em>que <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sórdido</span> delirio,</em><br /><em>matizado de dolor.</em><br /><em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Agonía</span> adyacente,</em><br /><em>que sucumbe al letargo</em><br /><em>de este amor amargo</em>...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-8085530605967333723?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-67745851514819504182007-12-01T10:08:00.000-08:002009-03-20T20:17:00.042-07:00<em>Tu frialdad me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">estremece</span>,</em><br /><em>y me acuna en el <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">frió</span>...</em><br /><em><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Frió</span> que trae muerte,</em><br /><em>a mi <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">corazón</span> herido...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-6774585151481950418?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-81568105795468904142007-12-01T10:03:00.000-08:002007-12-01T10:08:13.219-08:00<em>Entre el llanto </em><br /><em>y la desesperación,</em><br /><em>solo busco tu calor...</em><br /><em>Mas no consigo,</em><br /><em>pues tu corazón</em><br /><em>esta frió...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-8156810579546890414?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-76920629593750226142007-12-01T09:56:00.000-08:002007-12-01T10:02:59.034-08:00<em>Esfumador de mis sueños,</em><br /><em>acaso ahora puedes volar...</em><br /><em>O tal vez esto aun no te baste,</em><br /><em>pues tu siempre quieres mas...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-7692062959375022614?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-40129285693067693942007-12-01T09:50:00.000-08:002008-03-08T19:47:35.085-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NdUdp2ohI/AAAAAAAAABM/F6ujROas5n4/s1600-h/solitudebychix0rtp9.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9NdUdp2ohI/AAAAAAAAABM/F6ujROas5n4/s320/solitudebychix0rtp9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175583002917773842" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />Mi espera por ti,</em><br /><em>es una espera, </em><br /><em>que no espera nada...</em><br /><em>Un amor sin rumbo</em><br /><em>Una amistad magullada</em><br /><em>Y porque no decirlo,</em><br /><em>marcada por un dolor,</em><br /><em>dolor adyacente</em><br /><em>en este pecho ardiente...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-4012928569306769394?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-38711904956194496202007-11-26T07:35:00.000-08:002007-11-29T06:31:23.185-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R0rtBnQ4VeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/twlMWXjyt5c/s1600-h/cris2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R0rtBnQ4VeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/twlMWXjyt5c/s320/cris2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137178936944907746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Solo esta noche lobo,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">quiero indagar en tus fantasías...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Déjame</span> ser tu <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Caperucita</span>;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Déjame</span> comer el fruto prohibido...<br />Saca de mi la inocencia;<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Devora uno a uno mis sentidos...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Has me gritar y gritar,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">que mi grito llegue a tu alma,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">para que yo de esta forma,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">pueda destrozarla.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-3871190495619449620?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-78673303741979412642007-11-26T07:28:00.000-08:002007-11-26T10:27:16.090-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R0sP7XQ4VfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WkQ_eDTA2f8/s1600-h/lobo2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R0sP7XQ4VfI/AAAAAAAAAAc/WkQ_eDTA2f8/s320/lobo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137217312477697522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Como he de corromperte,<br />si tu ya estas corrompido...<br />Quien ha estado conmigo?<br />Yo creo que el lobo,<br />que aprendió a ser lobo conmigo.<br />No te cautives, no te engañes,<br />que tu naturaleza esta conmigo.<br />Tal ves aun no te des cuenta,<br />pero yo siempre estaré contigo...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-7867330374197941264?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-1488678536971653612007-11-26T07:25:00.000-08:002008-03-08T20:42:03.634-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Las emociones contenidas se derramaron,<br />en un mar de lágrimas...<br />Nadie mejor que tu las comprendía,<br />pero a pesar de esto las ignorabas...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-148867853697165361?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-1074070567731708122007-11-26T07:22:00.000-08:002007-11-26T07:24:45.903-08:00<span style="font-style: italic;">El tiempo volaba,<br />todo paresia irreal;<br />Me pregunto si lo que siento,<br />realmente es verdad...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-107407056773170812?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-40495908460067283662007-11-15T10:02:00.000-08:002008-04-04T17:37:11.782-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9tJ_Zb_tAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UFRtCdN8k0o/s1600-h/abx.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R9tJ_Zb_tAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/UFRtCdN8k0o/s320/abx.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177813550101410818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">En la oscuridad de la noche,<br />tus manos por fin se posan<br />sobre mi regazo...<br />Formando nuestro propio crepúsculo,<br />el cual podría <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">desquiciar nos</span>...<br />Solo un instante, solo un poco mas,<br />la luz que nos vislumbra pronto se ira...<br />Que cruel litigio el mio,<br />tener que ocultar lo que siento...<br />Pues prefiero esto,<br />a perder vuestros sentimientos...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-4049590846006728366?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-36751454268817239002007-11-15T09:49:00.000-08:002008-04-15T11:14:58.168-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R1R_m-4ODAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rqR659nBm1c/s1600-R/ohoho3nh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139873382427134978" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R1R_m-4ODAI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VMjtka15rfI/s320/ohoho3nh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Mis lágrimas aun florecen,<br />Pero cada brote es mas doloroso...<br />El recuerdo es agobiante,<br />Pero el presente asficciante...<br />Solo un descanso,<br />Pero eso queda para los<br />libres de pecado...<br />La noche es austera,<br />para el pobre que no sueña...<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-3675145426881723900?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-85171088012121850552007-11-15T09:43:00.000-08:002008-01-01T13:53:56.625-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R3q0hzZxVOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lkU8MX9X1cQ/s1600-h/mujer-bancomarisa.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R3q0hzZxVOI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lkU8MX9X1cQ/s320/mujer-bancomarisa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150627616678565090" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">través</span> de mis ojos</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">llegaras a mi alma;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">alma extasiada,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">por tu boca devorada...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mi piel ansia tus besos,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">besos que no son mios;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Solo queda el recuerdo,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">de este amor prohibido...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-8517108801212185055?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-49129351300483947522007-11-15T09:40:00.000-08:002008-01-01T13:53:18.916-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R3q18jZxVPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/owGWhHiNVPA/s1600-h/angel.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TXNMRkGc7O4/R3q18jZxVPI/AAAAAAAAAA0/owGWhHiNVPA/s320/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150629175751693554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Vuela a la oscuridad,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">libera mi alma...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Besa me</span> bajo la luz de la luna;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Abraza me</span> bajo la luz del sol...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-4912935130048394752?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3320679108742022852.post-48696675937596442102007-11-15T09:34:00.000-08:002007-11-29T06:16:49.185-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=1166d89c0f5a0ced"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?attid=0.1&amp;disp=emb&amp;view=att&amp;th=1166d89c0f5a0ced" alt="" border="0" /></a><em>Miraras al infinito,</em><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>encontrando mi mirada...</em><br /><em>Hundida en lo profundo,</em><br /><em>de tu extasiada alma...</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3320679108742022852-4869667593759644210?l=tudulcepecado.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>dulcepecadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475030648102780892noreply@blogger.com0