<?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-3440763</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:04:39.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Latin Lover</title><subtitle type='html'>Pasiones, locuras, amores, nostalgias,alegrias, tristezas conjugadas en un solo pensamiento.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76553789</id><published>2002-05-14T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T16:19:19.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sé que nuestra historia es de otros tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;otros lugares, otros años, años que pasaron volando&lt;br /&gt;y yo aqui frente a ti, intentando buscar en tus ojos una pista, una señal&lt;br /&gt;que me diga quienes somos?, quienes eramos?, quienes seremos?&lt;br /&gt;será que estaré frente a ti de nuevo?&lt;br /&gt;Espero que si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76553789?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76553789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76553789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76553789' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76481920</id><published>2002-05-12T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T20:32:11.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Esa Teresa, que besa &lt;br /&gt;y bendice mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;de piel clara, cabellos oscuros&lt;br /&gt;y lentes que dificultan ver sus lindos ojos,&lt;br /&gt;esa Teresa, que acariciaba mi cuerpo, cuando&lt;br /&gt;estaba casi dormido y &lt;br /&gt;solo sentia su cariño sin palabras, no precisaba.&lt;br /&gt;Esa Teresa que da su vida por 3 vidas dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;trabaja, trabaja, trabaja, y no se cansa.&lt;br /&gt;Mujer fuerte esa Teresa, a veces pienso " será de roble?" , quizas.&lt;br /&gt;Esa teresa que cada vez que habla a distancia, llora,&lt;br /&gt;hoy a llegado tu hora, "Teresa beso tu corazón. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Mami, Feliz dia de la Madre.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76481920?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76481920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76481920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76481920' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76448838</id><published>2002-05-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-11T21:19:25.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy pensé que pensaba&lt;br /&gt;que pensaba&lt;br /&gt;que estaba pensando&lt;br /&gt;y en ese pensamiento existia &lt;br /&gt;una inmensa sensación de impotencia &lt;br /&gt;porque pensar tanto?, que miedos existen?&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ese pensamiento este tan lejos y a la vez tan dentro  de mi&lt;br /&gt;que no quiero acercarmele, tocarlo, sentirlo, encararlo,&lt;br /&gt;sé que parece un monstruo gigante, &lt;br /&gt;si, gigantes existen, ya lei algo sobre ellos,&lt;br /&gt;Goliat por ejemplo, y también existia un joven llamado david,&lt;br /&gt;y también existia una tal de resortera no?, &lt;br /&gt;y también existia aquella famosa piedra &lt;br /&gt;que fue a parar directo en el medio de los ojos de aquel gigante "Goliat",&lt;br /&gt;claro que esos elementos necesitaban solo de una cosa, la mas importante,&lt;br /&gt;sin ella yo no hubiera podido escribir ahora este pensamiento, esa cosa era "coraje", &lt;br /&gt;el coraje de agarrar la piedra , sin titubear , mirar directamente a los ojos del gigante &lt;br /&gt;y lanzarla con todas tus fuerzas, mismo que no sepas si vas a acertarlo sientes que&lt;br /&gt;hicistes lo que pudistes con valor y orgullo, claro la historia termina bien, david venció a Goliat.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno creo que encontre la respuesta que estaba buscando.&lt;br /&gt;Valieron la pena aquellas lecturas fastidiosisimas (chatas) de la biblia, &lt;br /&gt;y aunque parezca mentira no recordaba que aquella palabra, aquella cosa, que mencioné&lt;br /&gt;anteriormente, la tengo tatuada en mi nuca, si, si,  eso mismo,"coraje".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76448838?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76448838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76448838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76448838' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76407828</id><published>2002-05-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T13:03:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Café con leche bien dulce,&lt;br /&gt;de mañana, siempre de mañana, &lt;br /&gt;aunque de noche también lo tomaba,&lt;br /&gt;no era lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;El dulce no venia del azucar, &lt;br /&gt;venia de las manos de mi madre y mi abuela "MamaTrina"&lt;br /&gt;que cariñosamente la llamabamos asi.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo sus ojos achinados, &lt;br /&gt;parecia una sonrisa impregnada en sus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;apesar de no estar sonriendo con sus labios.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo mis gritos al levantarme, "Mamatrina mis arepitas de harina de trigo!"&lt;br /&gt;y ella desde la cocina con una voz fuerte , " venga, venga que ya estan listas!" claro que  junto con ellas,&lt;br /&gt;mi dulce café con leche.&lt;br /&gt;Ay! que falta me hace ahora, &lt;br /&gt;yo no queria café, no queria leche, &lt;br /&gt;solo queria mi dulce "MamaTrina".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76407828?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76407828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76407828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76407828' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76331210</id><published>2002-05-08T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T21:02:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La noche me da su luz,&lt;br /&gt;una luz que viene de todos los lados&lt;br /&gt;y a la vez se torna incandescente.&lt;br /&gt;Luzes que van y vienen, &lt;br /&gt;en las calles personas desesperadas&lt;br /&gt;por una luz caliente, luz de fuego &lt;br /&gt;que se va desvaneciendo con sus propias esperanzas,&lt;br /&gt;Otras, personas oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;que con luz iluminan sus rostros desconcertados, &lt;br /&gt;hambrientos de ajuda, de compasión, mueven de lugar sus vidas&lt;br /&gt;dirigiendose oscuros hacia un punto en que 3 luzes cambian de color &lt;br /&gt;luzes con otros significados&lt;br /&gt;rojo: esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;amarillo: desilusion.&lt;br /&gt;verde: dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76331210?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76331210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76331210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76331210' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76274276</id><published>2002-05-07T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T13:16:34.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blanco, negro, blanco&lt;br /&gt;blanco, blanco &lt;br /&gt;que en en el fondo es negro&lt;br /&gt;es el sucio de su alma &lt;br /&gt;que no deja de ser mas que un blanco &lt;br /&gt;manco, sin vida, sin sueños, sin amor.&lt;br /&gt;Negro, blanco,negro oscuro, negro claro, negro azul&lt;br /&gt;que no deja de ser blanco en los dientes la sonrisa de la vida&lt;br /&gt;prematura que se deja acariciar por el viento sin color.&lt;br /&gt;Blanco claro, blanco negro, blanco mas blanco que no deja de ser negro&lt;br /&gt;por preconceptos de raça de color.&lt;br /&gt;azul moreno, amarillo negro rojo verde claro, anaranjado raro, gris amarelado &lt;br /&gt;me delician el sabor de ser&lt;br /&gt;colores , soles, que me dejan negro el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;Negro de sabor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76274276?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76274276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76274276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76274276' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-76019472</id><published>2002-04-30T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T17:13:03.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Calor caliente,&lt;br /&gt;que quema mis mejillas &lt;br /&gt;e arde un poco el alma.&lt;br /&gt;Mis pies rojos sienten &lt;br /&gt;el delicado extasis de tocar &lt;br /&gt;una almohada, virgen, fria,&lt;br /&gt;que va derritiendose en un orgasmo &lt;br /&gt;que la deja sin aire, sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;exausta, ella no aguanta y muere.&lt;br /&gt;Mi cabeza también roja y caliente &lt;br /&gt;se deliciaba con otra almohada &lt;br /&gt;que se resistia a morir, yo escuchaba sus latidos &lt;br /&gt;provenientes de mi propio corazón, o será que ella tenia?, &lt;br /&gt;lo que sé, es que ese latido se expandia &lt;br /&gt;a traves de mis ojos viendo hacia un infinito cielo estrellado&lt;br /&gt;invadido por torres de cemento que tenian estrellas, &lt;br /&gt;algunas apagadas, otras prendidas.&lt;br /&gt;Caliente, la brisa rozaba mi cuerpo &lt;br /&gt;invitandome a volar&lt;br /&gt;no se hacia donde, solo queria sentir algo fresco!, como aquella brisa &lt;br /&gt;aunque caliente, me refrescaba!&lt;br /&gt;Caliente, mi corazón disparado &lt;br /&gt;se preparaba alzar el vuelo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando senti un frio profundo en mi cuerpo, &lt;br /&gt;que dejo mi alma &lt;br /&gt;helada, estática.&lt;br /&gt;Eran las rejas de mi ventana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;una noche de calor en un apto de BH&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-76019472?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76019472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/76019472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76019472' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75543449</id><published>2002-04-18T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T05:27:26.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este es en portugues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMIDA&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sumiu&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sumo.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sumirei&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sumiremos&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sumamos mas nunca restamos.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; suma.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; uma&lt;br /&gt;&gt; única.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.tu.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75543449?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75543449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75543449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75543449' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75330423</id><published>2002-04-12T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T09:57:43.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>La rabia &lt;br /&gt;que mejor sentimiento que este?&lt;br /&gt;es como si te convirtieras en un godzilla!&lt;br /&gt;ai que delicia!&lt;br /&gt;gritas, ofendes, rompes, &lt;br /&gt;quiebras todo lo que se encuentre en tu camino&lt;br /&gt;es como un huracan o un twister (a la Steven Spielberg)&lt;br /&gt;y luego que pasa todo,&lt;br /&gt;ni te distes cuenta de lo que hicistes.&lt;br /&gt;La ceguera te invade.&lt;br /&gt;Hace tiempo &lt;br /&gt;que no siento este sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;Que Rabia!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75330423?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75330423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75330423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75330423' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75327571</id><published>2002-04-12T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T08:29:34.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para que me miras &lt;br /&gt;si realmente no me ves!&lt;br /&gt;Yo espero, siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Tu, con aquella sonrisa falsa &lt;br /&gt;y tus ojos te delatan.&lt;br /&gt;No mientas.&lt;br /&gt;Es preciso.&lt;br /&gt;Habla, di algo...&lt;br /&gt;No temo.&lt;br /&gt;El dolor es un compañero&lt;br /&gt;que ya ha viajado conmigo &lt;br /&gt;durante mucho tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya lo se.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy preparado para viajar de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75327571?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75327571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75327571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75327571' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75287729</id><published>2002-04-11T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T08:34:14.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando no tienes ganas de hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Ves que quiere.&lt;br /&gt;Lo haces,&lt;br /&gt;te arrepientes?&lt;br /&gt;Pero como lo disfurtastes no?&lt;br /&gt;Eres imposible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75287729?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75287729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75287729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75287729' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75284864</id><published>2002-04-11T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T06:42:35.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cuando te dicen te quiero&lt;br /&gt;piensas, será que me ama?&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te dicen te amo,&lt;br /&gt;piensas, te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando dices te amo &lt;br /&gt;te mueres de miedo.&lt;br /&gt;En la mirada esta la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;No digas nada, &lt;br /&gt;callate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75284864?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75284864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75284864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75284864' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75284761</id><published>2002-04-11T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T06:37:43.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me encontré &lt;br /&gt;con Edna &lt;br /&gt;54 años &lt;br /&gt;lucha, &lt;br /&gt;ama la vida &lt;br /&gt;su palabrear desenfrenado &lt;br /&gt;con ojos de niña &lt;br /&gt;me hicieron sentir &lt;br /&gt;de 90 &lt;br /&gt;sentado y sin hablar &lt;br /&gt;solo alli, contemplando, &lt;br /&gt;me quede pensando: &lt;br /&gt;Que vida bien vivida, &lt;br /&gt;viva Edna! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75284761?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75284761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75284761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75284761' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75255740</id><published>2002-04-10T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T12:25:09.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parejas&lt;br /&gt;hombre y mujer,&lt;br /&gt;woman and man,&lt;br /&gt;mulher e mulher,&lt;br /&gt;hombre y hombre, &lt;br /&gt;de cualquier forma &lt;br /&gt;de cualquier manera&lt;br /&gt;de cualquier lugar de esta tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Tu y yo &lt;br /&gt;Solamente Tu and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75255740?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75255740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75255740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75255740' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75251033</id><published>2002-04-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T10:03:35.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yo pensaba que las relaciones eran:&lt;br /&gt;complicadas,&lt;br /&gt;dificiles, &lt;br /&gt;imposibles, &lt;br /&gt;tormentosas,&lt;br /&gt;dolorosas, &lt;br /&gt;fastidiosas,&lt;br /&gt;apasionadamente sufridas,&lt;br /&gt;desgarradoras,&lt;br /&gt;multiplicado por 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora sé porque nunca me gustó la matemática.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75251033?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75251033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75251033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75251033' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75250472</id><published>2002-04-10T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T09:49:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lo mejor de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Lo peor de mi. &lt;br /&gt;es la combinacion perfecta &lt;br /&gt;para una union.&lt;br /&gt;Que union?&lt;br /&gt;Relacion sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;puede llegar a ser divertido.&lt;br /&gt;Lo peor de ti.&lt;br /&gt; Lo mejor de mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75250472?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75250472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75250472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75250472' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75250425</id><published>2002-04-10T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T09:46:20.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El regreso de alguien &lt;br /&gt;es siempre una sorpresa &lt;br /&gt;por mas anunciada que este su llegada.&lt;br /&gt;La sorpresa esta en la actitud inesperada&lt;br /&gt;del que espera.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo es un amigo/enemigo que te envuelve&lt;br /&gt;y no te deja pensar, aunque siempre lo pidamos para eso.&lt;br /&gt;Es cómico, pero triste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75250425?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75250425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75250425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75250425' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75247163</id><published>2002-04-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T08:06:36.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Restos de pan, &lt;br /&gt;migajas,&lt;br /&gt;eso es lo que me dejas &lt;br /&gt;siempre. &lt;br /&gt;Me como insaciablemente &lt;br /&gt;pequeños pedazos de amor &lt;br /&gt;que son deliciosos, &lt;br /&gt;alimentando mi pobre corazon&lt;br /&gt;A veces sueño con una gran cena, &lt;br /&gt;en la que me sacio hasta la muerte&lt;br /&gt;muero feliz, como nunca antes fui.&lt;br /&gt;No se si es felicidad es amor o hambre.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy de mañana pienso en ti.&lt;br /&gt;me muero del hambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75247163?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75247163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75247163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75247163' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75243878</id><published>2002-04-10T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T06:15:05.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy llueve.&lt;br /&gt;llueve mucho.&lt;br /&gt;Es como cuando solo llorando &lt;br /&gt;se calma el alma.&lt;br /&gt;Asi me siento pensando en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy llueve, &lt;br /&gt;yo llovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75243878?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75243878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75243878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75243878' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75221951</id><published>2002-04-09T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T15:55:56.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cada vez mas, &lt;br /&gt;cada vez menos&lt;br /&gt;medio vazio &lt;br /&gt;medio lleno&lt;br /&gt;veo las cosas de dos angulos&lt;br /&gt;es mejor?&lt;br /&gt;o peor?&lt;br /&gt;no lo se&lt;br /&gt;se que para mi&lt;br /&gt;esta siempre lleno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75221951?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75221951' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75221818</id><published>2002-04-09T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T15:52:20.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy y siempre pienso.&lt;br /&gt;siento sin pensar.&lt;br /&gt;rio sin sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;amo, te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75221818?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75221818' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3440763.post-75221534</id><published>2002-04-09T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T15:53:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy me acuerdo de ti, &lt;br /&gt;de el tiempo que no vivimos, &lt;br /&gt;de todo los sabores, &lt;br /&gt;olores, miradas, siempre para mi es ahora, &lt;br /&gt;ahorita, nada de ayeres&lt;br /&gt;lo que vivimos queda marcado. &lt;br /&gt;El ayer es  siempre y al mismo tiempo &lt;br /&gt;tiene sabor de hoy, no me pierdo, &lt;br /&gt;estoy aqui como siempre &lt;br /&gt;en un ayer que insiste en ser mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3440763-75221534?l=latinlover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3440763/posts/default/75221534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://latinlover.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75221534' title=''/><author><name>arioc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02957308741798339339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
