<?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-23760714</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:01:07.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el error fue pensarlo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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el olbido&lt;br /&gt;en el subconsiente de la humanidad&lt;br /&gt;que resa por las almas sin perdon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prometieron vino nuevo&lt;br /&gt;prometieron tiempos gloriosos&lt;br /&gt;pero asi es la realidad&lt;br /&gt;llena de nebulosas&lt;br /&gt;y promesas sin aval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo los hijos de el rigor&lt;br /&gt;y los que fueron piedras&lt;br /&gt;sigen en pie&lt;br /&gt;con la sangre palpitante&lt;br /&gt;y la pasion &lt;br /&gt;frente a el corazon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-3196888158968895508?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/3196888158968895508/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=3196888158968895508' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/3196888158968895508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/3196888158968895508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-donde-quedo-el-vino-nuevo.html' title='¿y donde quedo el vino nuevo?'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-7740188605873541344</id><published>2007-03-08T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T16:06:12.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...y se tomo la cabeza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/RfCj--O978I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-KMjt7ALis/s1600-h/expresionismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039708285280579522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/RfCj--O978I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-KMjt7ALis/s320/expresionismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;komo siempre agarrandose la caveza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te gustaria guardar el tiempo en una botella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoy te das kuenta que eso jamas susedera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tus ojos se llenan de lagrimas y no puedan escapar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ojala que algun dia estas puedan oler la libertad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-7740188605873541344?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/7740188605873541344/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=7740188605873541344' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/7740188605873541344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/7740188605873541344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2007/03/y-se-tomo-la-cabeza.html' title='...y se tomo la cabeza...'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/RfCj--O978I/AAAAAAAAAAU/7-KMjt7ALis/s72-c/expresionismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-6422550884325731982</id><published>2007-03-05T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T15:03:24.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>judas</title><content type='html'>todo pasa&lt;br /&gt;solo el alma queda&lt;br /&gt;y kon ella un par de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;un par de lagrimas caidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo los pasos de mi perdision&lt;br /&gt;judas se rie&lt;br /&gt;haora solo queda recojer las monedas de oro&lt;br /&gt;burlar a el destino&lt;br /&gt;y pensar en que gastarlas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alomejor en unas almas&lt;br /&gt;en unas sonrisas&lt;br /&gt;en algunos plaseres&lt;br /&gt;que solo yo en este momento me puedo dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-6422550884325731982?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/6422550884325731982/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=6422550884325731982' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/6422550884325731982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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los lutos mas largos&lt;br /&gt;pues siguies vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me ables&lt;br /&gt;me corte las orejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te intento olbidar&lt;br /&gt;y me di cuenta que ya te olbide&lt;br /&gt;no queda nada mas que aser&lt;br /&gt;todo dolor se fue&lt;br /&gt;y me quedo dormida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el viento asota mi cara&lt;br /&gt;como alguna ves lo hisieron tus labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este lapiz&lt;br /&gt;escrive tu carta de despedida&lt;br /&gt;ya nadie llora solo corro&lt;br /&gt;tu has lo mismo&lt;br /&gt;olbide , cuando te olbide&lt;br /&gt;adios , solo adios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en realidad yo me mori.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-115223059524926270?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/115223059524926270/comments/default' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-115178847939034140</id><published>2006-07-01T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T14:14:39.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>camino por la calle&lt;br /&gt;sola sin alma&lt;br /&gt;miro a la luna&lt;br /&gt;nuevamenta me enamoro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siento un olor&lt;br /&gt;un viejo olor&lt;br /&gt;a pasado&lt;br /&gt;un pasado que no me agradese&lt;br /&gt;sino que me sepulta&lt;br /&gt;mi pecho se buelbe a apretar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la vida se va&lt;br /&gt;y me reflejo&lt;br /&gt;en una antigua pelicula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun suspiro por ti&lt;br /&gt;no veo tu cara&lt;br /&gt;solo tus abrazos&lt;br /&gt;esos que tanto me consolaron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las notas de piano&lt;br /&gt;rondan en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;libres..... juegan y juegan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-115178847939034140?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/115178847939034140/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=115178847939034140' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/115178847939034140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/115178847939034140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/07/camino-por-la-calle-sola-sin-alma-miro.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-115024598855773544</id><published>2006-06-13T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T17:46:28.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>con su piel blanca&lt;br /&gt;tan blanca como una hoja de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se aserca es mi angel&lt;br /&gt;me besa, suspira sobre mis labios&lt;br /&gt;y juntos exalamos vapor&lt;br /&gt;que se esfuma en el mundo, sin tiempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumerjida en el infierno&lt;br /&gt;me quemo, el con sus ojos desquisiados&lt;br /&gt;me mira, me roza con sus manos&lt;br /&gt;me toma y me saca de donde estoy hase tiempo&lt;br /&gt;me lleva al cielo, hay mi dulce angel&lt;br /&gt;se mancha con el barro del pecado&lt;br /&gt;luego se limpia con mi sangre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al compactar nuestros cuerpos&lt;br /&gt;el angel empieza a delirar&lt;br /&gt;sus mejiyas enrrojesen un poco&lt;br /&gt;todo su cuerpo arde, me llega a quemar solo al tocarlo&lt;br /&gt;su corazon intenta romper su pecho y golpea el mio&lt;br /&gt;la sangre se cansa de tanto correr por sus venas&lt;br /&gt;mi angel mira al vacio , dentro de mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el me proteje, al abrazar mi cuerpo me rodea&lt;br /&gt;se que por donde mis pies bayan&lt;br /&gt;el estara mirando&lt;br /&gt;mi angel,me toma,peca,me reza,y buelbe a bolar&lt;br /&gt;solo mis ojos saven la desquisiada realidad&lt;br /&gt;mi angel tiene un par de cruzes por atras en su espalda&lt;br /&gt;y yo soy una mas&lt;br /&gt;pero soy la que inflama sus pulmones&lt;br /&gt;beza el rozario, luego mis labios&lt;br /&gt;y se va&lt;br /&gt;solo los ojos de mi angel, sabran si es berdad, por que los mios no&lt;br /&gt;pueden jusgar&lt;br /&gt;por que llego a tal locura&lt;br /&gt;que aveses confundo&lt;br /&gt;los sueños por realidad&lt;br /&gt;y eso es lo que mi angel me ase pensar.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-115024598855773544?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/115024598855773544/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=115024598855773544' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/115024598855773544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/115024598855773544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/06/con-su-piel-blanca-tan-blanca-como-una.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114877171170854400</id><published>2006-05-27T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T16:15:11.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>komo perros</title><content type='html'>el cielo llora por mi&lt;br /&gt;que camino sola asta el infinito&lt;br /&gt;y le pregunto a la luna&lt;br /&gt;¿cuando sera el dia en que alguien me acompañe?&lt;br /&gt;y me responde&lt;br /&gt;no se&lt;br /&gt;yo solo intento iluminar un poco el camino&lt;br /&gt;por donde tendras que caminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las sicatrises van quedando&lt;br /&gt;y mis lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;ya se acabaron&lt;br /&gt;la tormenta parese que empiesa&lt;br /&gt;y la vivo como si estubiera acabando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mis pies no saven por donde ir&lt;br /&gt;e intentan caminar por el camino correcto&lt;br /&gt;que es el mas doloroso&lt;br /&gt;me encanta sufrir&lt;br /&gt;y que tu me lo agas sentir&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mas intenso&lt;br /&gt;pero no quiero que veas mi dolor&lt;br /&gt;solo olfatea mi oasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114877171170854400?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114877171170854400/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114834235326659559</id><published>2006-05-22T16:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:59:13.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para levantarme</title><content type='html'>bueno esto soy&lt;br /&gt;es lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos bendados&lt;br /&gt;con un par de sueños rotos&lt;br /&gt;en una mano mi alma&lt;br /&gt;y en la otra mi kama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me disfraso de princesa&lt;br /&gt;y salgo....&lt;br /&gt;con una sombra en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;con una lagrima en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;un demonio me rasga el bestido&lt;br /&gt;sale de mi adomen&lt;br /&gt;el dolor es intenso&lt;br /&gt;y el ruido del silencio&lt;br /&gt;besa mi cuello&lt;br /&gt;me dejo acarisiar&lt;br /&gt;me dejo besar&lt;br /&gt;la soledad me gusta cada ves mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me emborracho&lt;br /&gt;con unas pocas palabras&lt;br /&gt;y dentro de este estado&lt;br /&gt;empieso a soñar&lt;br /&gt;empieso a bolar&lt;br /&gt;no tan alto como me gustaria&lt;br /&gt;pero lo sufisiente para dejar todo atras&lt;br /&gt;brindo mi alma a la luz&lt;br /&gt;y le ordeno que no se apage jamas&lt;br /&gt;que no deje de alumbrar&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos vendados&lt;br /&gt;mis sueños rotos&lt;br /&gt;mi proyecto de alma&lt;br /&gt;y mi karama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114834235326659559?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114834235326659559/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114834235326659559' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114834235326659559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114834235326659559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/05/para-levantarme_114834235326659559.html' title='para levantarme'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114834155654661105</id><published>2006-05-22T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:45:56.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me huele a nada</title><content type='html'>tengo frio&lt;br /&gt;estan extraño todo desde aqui&lt;br /&gt;desde el suelo&lt;br /&gt;no se oyen boses&lt;br /&gt;solo mi lapiz&lt;br /&gt;todo esta corroido&lt;br /&gt;ni dios se imajina&lt;br /&gt;mis miedos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los fantasmas se avalanzan sobre la puerta&lt;br /&gt;la unica puerta para entrar&lt;br /&gt;si supieran que no ago nada por detenerlos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que abra alla afuera?&lt;br /&gt;se escuchan leves sonidos&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos estan duros&lt;br /&gt;es casi imposible penetrarlos&lt;br /&gt;y tampoco nadie lo a intentado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114834155654661105?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114834155654661105/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114428442020015383</id><published>2006-04-05T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T17:47:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la paz.</title><content type='html'>tus lagrimas laban mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;tu indiferensia me la paso por los pies&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos ya no miran los mios&lt;br /&gt;por que te los saque kon mis dedos&lt;br /&gt;mis dedos yenos de odio&lt;br /&gt;que esperaban tu ruina&lt;br /&gt;por que te ame te odio&lt;br /&gt;por que te odio te amare&lt;br /&gt;por que me repujnas te escupire&lt;br /&gt;mi corazon baga por las calles solitarias&lt;br /&gt;y no te lo regalare&lt;br /&gt;si mi alma tubiera pies&lt;br /&gt;pasaria por ensima de la tuya&lt;br /&gt;si mis ojos lloraron por ti&lt;br /&gt;aora los tuyos no podran dormir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114428442020015383?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114428442020015383/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114428442020015383' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114428442020015383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114428442020015383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-paz.html' title='la paz.'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114419498097109830</id><published>2006-04-04T16:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:56:20.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ho amor mi dulce amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todavia estoy bajo las miradas de inquietud&lt;br /&gt;todavia no salgo a la lus&lt;br /&gt;aun respiro lo que deja el dolor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo me save a un extraño savor&lt;br /&gt;el savor que me dejo&lt;br /&gt;ella solo ella&lt;br /&gt;al leer su poesia del demonio&lt;br /&gt;su poesia con odio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun es la maestra y yo solo&lt;br /&gt;la aprendis&lt;br /&gt;si pudiera tokar tus&lt;br /&gt;bersos para poder entender tus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;tu uniberso&lt;br /&gt;tus besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun no se lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;pero tu me cambias&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que tengo entendido&lt;br /&gt;por sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yorare en tu tumba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no todavia no puedo&lt;br /&gt;dejame dejame&lt;br /&gt;que no puedo vivir kon tu peso&lt;br /&gt;mejor me boy por que podria konbertirme en polvo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114419498097109830?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114419498097109830/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114419498097109830' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114419498097109830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114419498097109830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/04/ho-amor-mi-dulce-amor-todavia-estoy_04.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114307077884053188</id><published>2006-03-22T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:39:38.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>que mas queda&lt;br /&gt;solo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quienes se fueron&lt;br /&gt;solo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quienes amaron&lt;br /&gt;solo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quienes traisionaron&lt;br /&gt;solo yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quien lee esto&lt;br /&gt;solo tu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114307077884053188?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114307077884053188/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114307077884053188' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114307077884053188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114307077884053188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/que-mas-queda-solo-yo-quienes-se.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114306965494258702</id><published>2006-03-22T15:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:20:54.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿¿moriras??</title><content type='html'>tengo algo mas por desir&lt;br /&gt;y empesare a vomitar&lt;br /&gt;aun me queda una mascara&lt;br /&gt;por mostrar&lt;br /&gt;aun me sobran caricias&lt;br /&gt;para regalar&lt;br /&gt;aun tengo lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;por secar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo tengo mi sombra que me acompaña&lt;br /&gt;que me abrasa&lt;br /&gt;que me proteje&lt;br /&gt;me queda solo volar&lt;br /&gt;pero con mis brazos no lo puedo lograr&lt;br /&gt;salta al basio y moriras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114306965494258702?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114306965494258702/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114306965494258702' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114306965494258702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114306965494258702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/moriras_22.html' title='¿¿moriras??'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114306965202897699</id><published>2006-03-22T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T15:20:52.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>¿¿moriras??</title><content type='html'>tengo algo mas por desir&lt;br /&gt;y empesare a vomitar&lt;br /&gt;aun me queda una mascara&lt;br /&gt;por mostrar&lt;br /&gt;aun me sobran caricias&lt;br /&gt;para regalar&lt;br /&gt;aun tengo lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;por secar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo tengo mi sombra que me acompaña&lt;br /&gt;que me abrasa&lt;br /&gt;que me proteje&lt;br /&gt;me queda solo volar&lt;br /&gt;pero con mis brazos no lo puedo lograr&lt;br /&gt;salta al basio y moriras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114306965202897699?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114306965202897699/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114306965202897699' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114306965202897699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114306965202897699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/moriras.html' title='¿¿moriras??'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114255355624888929</id><published>2006-03-16T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T15:59:16.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>el espejo</title><content type='html'>te miro y te veo&lt;br /&gt;y no me reflejo&lt;br /&gt;desia la niña que estava dormida&lt;br /&gt;dormida de celos dormida de adentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero llego a su sueño un loco infeliz&lt;br /&gt;que mucho amaba&lt;br /&gt;y poco entregaba&lt;br /&gt;y no se dio cuenta que estaba muerto&lt;br /&gt;son las 2:30 y no te dire de que fecha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los rajuños en sus brazos&lt;br /&gt;ya no la alibiavan&lt;br /&gt;y busco pastillas&lt;br /&gt;para quedarse dormida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la niña infeliz corrio y corrio&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca llego&lt;br /&gt;salto y salto y nunca cayo&lt;br /&gt;iva porrazo a porrazo&lt;br /&gt;pero no le importo&lt;br /&gt;por que creia que estaba tranquila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ella no puede amar&lt;br /&gt;y se va a matar&lt;br /&gt;por la infelisidad&lt;br /&gt;alla no tiene dueño&lt;br /&gt;ella se ve triste pero se rie&lt;br /&gt;ella tiene que llorar pero sus ojos ya se secaran&lt;br /&gt;ella no tiene corazon por que se lo regalo a dios&lt;br /&gt;ella nesesita escapar pero no encuentra la salida&lt;br /&gt;y choca con la pared y su caveza no puede mas&lt;br /&gt;no  puede mas&lt;br /&gt;pero sigue viva&lt;br /&gt;y lo tendra que soportar&lt;br /&gt;por que ay  un ser atras que la ayudara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114255355624888929?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114255355624888929/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114255355624888929' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114255355624888929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114255355624888929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/el-espejo.html' title='el espejo'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114229244247126133</id><published>2006-03-13T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:27:24.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lloro sin parar</title><content type='html'>no recuerdo bien su nombre&lt;br /&gt;pero si sus ojos llenos de lagrimas&lt;br /&gt;que miravan al basio&lt;br /&gt;y pedian un poko de compañia&lt;br /&gt;nunca avia bisto a alguien tan solo&lt;br /&gt;su carita triste y sus meguillas susias con pintura de ojos&lt;br /&gt;que asian surcos en su rostro&lt;br /&gt;unos lavios rojos que casi explotaban&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estava sentada en una vanca&lt;br /&gt;era de noche y casi no se veia&lt;br /&gt;vestia un buso azul como el sielo&lt;br /&gt;nunca se lo sacava&lt;br /&gt;y un polar negro como sus ojos y quisas su alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un poco revelde un poco pasiva&lt;br /&gt;se veia tan sola&lt;br /&gt;pero tan fuerte&lt;br /&gt;su corazon se desjarava solo&lt;br /&gt;tenia yagas&lt;br /&gt;que nadie ni ella se avia dado tienpo para sanar&lt;br /&gt;llorava con tantas ganas&lt;br /&gt;que asta me dolio a mi&lt;br /&gt;era una persona valerosa para estar ay en la obscuridad&lt;br /&gt;a la vista de todos&lt;br /&gt;intento llegar a su casa&lt;br /&gt;pero el mar rompio primero en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;y no lo pudo parar&lt;br /&gt;intento taparse pero depues le dio ijual&lt;br /&gt;y lloro sin parar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nunca mas la vi&lt;br /&gt;no tengo idea donde estara&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo la sertesa&lt;br /&gt;de que persona mas simple&lt;br /&gt;y solitaria no bere jamas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114229244247126133?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114229244247126133/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114229244247126133' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114229244247126133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114229244247126133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/lloro-sin-parar.html' title='lloro sin parar'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114220403429731408</id><published>2006-03-12T14:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:53:54.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>los codigos de la soledad</title><content type='html'>me pregunto si algun dia mis sueños se aran realidad&lt;br /&gt;si algun dia el sol saldra&lt;br /&gt;al despertar quiero dormir mas&lt;br /&gt;la luna me dise que el tiempo esta echo para mi&lt;br /&gt;y se me perdio el relogs&lt;br /&gt;e visto como llora un pilar&lt;br /&gt;y tambien como se levanta de sus propios soyosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me das tu mano y te digo que no la soltare&lt;br /&gt;y al camirar por la multitud te pierdes&lt;br /&gt;no te puedo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;tomo la mano de una persona desconosida&lt;br /&gt;la miro y me doy cuenta&lt;br /&gt;que me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;me equivoque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que ten intensa puede ser la vida si no la siento&lt;br /&gt;si me duermo&lt;br /&gt;si me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;si me pierdes&lt;br /&gt;si nos perdemos&lt;br /&gt;adonde llegare si cuando descansas&lt;br /&gt;no buelbes a despertar&lt;br /&gt;me duele la garganta de tanto gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nado en un mar de esperansas&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que me voy a haogar&lt;br /&gt;sin fe a flotar&lt;br /&gt;tapandome la naris&lt;br /&gt;undiendome cada ves mas&lt;br /&gt;mis pulmones quieren reventar&lt;br /&gt;y buelbo a despertar&lt;br /&gt;buelbo a flotar&lt;br /&gt;buelbo a respirar&lt;br /&gt;y me duele cada ves mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114220403429731408?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114220403429731408/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114220403429731408' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114220403429731408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114220403429731408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/los-codigos-de-la-soledad.html' title='los codigos de la soledad'/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114202632681377150</id><published>2006-03-10T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:32:06.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;te prestare mi corazon para que salga a buscar los pedazos del tuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;y que los una con un gran abrazo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;y los pegara con sus lagrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;para que sane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;no te imajinas lo que llevo dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;pero aun ay mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;no llorare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;aunque me gustaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;solo calla y escucha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;la real cancion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;de tu corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;solo caya y escucha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;el dulse sabor de mi bos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;solo caya y savorea el dulse savor de mi pasion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;solo ben y te arrepentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;miro atraves de mi bentana y no beo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;solo el maldito viento que roza mi cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;dejenme morir y sere feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;dejenme en paz y no llorare nunca mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;dejenme soñar que pronto terminare durmiendome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;con los demas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;dejenme jugar que solo asi podre viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;pero no me dejen amar por que ay mi corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;se perdera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;y no me veran nunca mas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114202632681377150?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114202632681377150/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114202632681377150' title='3 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114202632681377150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114202632681377150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/te-prestare-mi-corazon-para-que-salga.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114194236322461406</id><published>2006-03-09T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T14:12:43.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tu lengua baila al sonido de tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;que salen de tu garganta&lt;br /&gt;intentando llegar amis oidos&lt;br /&gt;que no te prestan atension&lt;br /&gt;por que mientras me ablas&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos miran tu boca&lt;br /&gt;yu lengua&lt;br /&gt;e imajino como mis labios tocan los tullos&lt;br /&gt;y mi lengua baila junto ala tuya  asiendo una gran dansa dentro de nuestras vocas&lt;br /&gt;que paresen un tunel&lt;br /&gt;sin luz&lt;br /&gt;sin salida&lt;br /&gt;la salida que busca mi mente&lt;br /&gt;para dejar de inajinar&lt;br /&gt;lo que imajino&lt;br /&gt;saco mis pupilas de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y me impresiona&lt;br /&gt;lo que me ases sentir&lt;br /&gt;solo al mirarte&lt;br /&gt;solo al mirar&lt;br /&gt;solo al mirar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114194236322461406?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114194236322461406/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114194236322461406' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114194236322461406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23760714/posts/default/114194236322461406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/2006/03/tu-lengua-baila-al-sonido-de-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>sentauris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03415927876198000621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHt1kjHajp0/R5vS5Q6jb4I/AAAAAAAAAAs/4spTTS6I_vI/S220/1200178537_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23760714.post-114194094258097182</id><published>2006-03-09T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:49:02.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ella tenia 16 y desidio no seguir asi&lt;br /&gt;intento tirarse al basio y no tubo balor&lt;br /&gt;me pregunto cuando la miraba si ella tenia alguna chispa de felisidad en sus ojos&lt;br /&gt;al pareser no&lt;br /&gt;tenia marcas de dolor en sus brasos&lt;br /&gt;ella solo pedia un poco de amor&lt;br /&gt;un poco del amor puro&lt;br /&gt;del que tanto ablan&lt;br /&gt;pero no lo logro&lt;br /&gt;y lugo se canso&lt;br /&gt;se le cayo la inosencia y nunca la recojio&lt;br /&gt;siempre la beian contenta pero tamvien la vi llorar&lt;br /&gt;intente sentir su dolor y nunca lo capte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intento liberar su alma&lt;br /&gt;pero denuebo se callo&lt;br /&gt;solo pedia un poco de felisidad&lt;br /&gt;de igualdad&lt;br /&gt;de estabilidad&lt;br /&gt;una ves escuche que su mayor sueño&lt;br /&gt;hera escuchar los latidos del corazon de alguien que la amara&lt;br /&gt;y aun esta intentando escuchar&lt;br /&gt;nunca vajo la bista delante de los demas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun espera la felisidad y cuando la encuentre&lt;br /&gt;los ira avuscar&lt;br /&gt;y les contara si eciste de verdad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23760714-114194094258097182?l=sentauroparey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentauroparey.blogspot.com/feeds/114194094258097182/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23760714&amp;postID=114194094258097182' title='0 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