<?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-641859429624965527</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:21.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>®Milunah®</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Milunah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211775100279416082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Te entregaria mi vida entera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-2666426915295680085?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/2666426915295680085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=2666426915295680085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/2666426915295680085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-893411894836458341</id><published>2008-06-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T12:07:34.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Puedes dispara una vez mas ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tan rapido he venido a dar a este lugar&lt;br /&gt;tan casi sin argumento alguno...&lt;br /&gt;pudieras creerme tan estúpida por sientir asi ahora?&lt;br /&gt;Podrias decir que yo es algo alocado...&lt;br /&gt;quizas tambien lo siento asi,&lt;br /&gt;sentir a veces por sentir ... nada se siente por sentir nada es por que si&lt;br /&gt;que es esto?&lt;br /&gt;empezar por un tu o por un yo?&lt;br /&gt;Hare esto lo mas autorreferente del mundo&lt;br /&gt;es un yo y es que yo soy quien siente esto a mil por hora&lt;br /&gt;quien encausa brazos a las sombras quien dispone caricias a el dia frio&lt;br /&gt;quien oculta la ternura detras de todas las cosas que me dan ira&lt;br /&gt;quien puede ser una muralla inmensa&lt;br /&gt;por que ya es demasiado para mi por que ya es mucho para mi&lt;br /&gt;por que aunque en la diferencia este el atractivo de las cosas&lt;br /&gt;esta diferencia me pesa mas de mil lunas por que en este caso la diferencia&lt;br /&gt;quita alas&lt;br /&gt;corta sueños y no alimenta lo que mi corazon tiene ganas de entregar...&lt;br /&gt;por que cada vez que es tiempo de alzar el vuelo&lt;br /&gt;el apoyo el consuelo la ternura la dulzura de quien te quiere se escapa tan bajo tan suave y tan punsante a la vez&lt;br /&gt;que todo se ahoga que nada florece en la erosión de este espacio que ha maltrecho a venido a dar&lt;br /&gt;que de mal trecho a venido y que ahora no quiere no aguanta&lt;br /&gt;no soporta mas...&lt;br /&gt;querias una respuesta quiero una respuesta&lt;br /&gt;y creo que he encontrado la rabia contenida los sentimientos cobijados...&lt;br /&gt;puedes leerlos entre lineas puedes encontrar la niñez de mis emociones&lt;br /&gt;sentir la miel es necesario para alguien que quiere con piel&lt;br /&gt;sentir ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la clave esta en sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SELzOFzPo9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BZUdbv2nbuA/s1600-h/12.a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SELzOFzPo9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BZUdbv2nbuA/s400/12.a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206991542594544594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-893411894836458341?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SELzOFzPo9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/BZUdbv2nbuA/s72-c/12.a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-2933802499087715947</id><published>2008-05-31T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T13:15:07.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Cuan fragil, cuan ciego ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nosoy tan diferente a el mundo&lt;br /&gt;Siento como el respiro lo que el respira&lt;br /&gt;puedo morir en el y aun asi volver a ser parte de el&lt;br /&gt;siento angustias como el&lt;br /&gt;y me levanto del torbellino con lento caminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento como el&lt;br /&gt;siento...&lt;br /&gt;A ves el blanco de las horas es mi compañia&lt;br /&gt;a veces el negro de los dias es amigo de la soledad mia&lt;br /&gt;no hay olvido en la nieblina&lt;br /&gt;no hay olvido o no habria historia&lt;br /&gt;historia mia&lt;br /&gt;maldita noche&lt;br /&gt;maldito dia&lt;br /&gt;por que opacaste en el mi tibio amanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueño sueño no dejare de soñar&lt;br /&gt;te llevaste casi todo lo que en mi podia guardar&lt;br /&gt;un dia encontrare todo aquello que tanto llore&lt;br /&gt;un dia estare&lt;br /&gt;cobijandome&lt;br /&gt;en aquel lugar que soñe&lt;br /&gt;un dia sin lamentos&lt;br /&gt;desde mi avenida mirare atras&lt;br /&gt;y de ti ya ni pena sentire...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quitame los dedos&lt;br /&gt;quitame la vista&lt;br /&gt;el corazon desgarrado podria tolerar&lt;br /&gt;pero mi alma no la tocas ni la tocaras&lt;br /&gt;y es que eres tan frio eres tan tempato&lt;br /&gt;inquebrantable ante todo&lt;br /&gt;a donde te encuentras?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que yo?&lt;br /&gt;por que mis ganas y mi curiosidad?&lt;br /&gt;seria tan facil dejar hablar al dia&lt;br /&gt;y obviar el pasado que ya no quiero contar...&lt;br /&gt;hastiada de todo y de todos&lt;br /&gt;hastiada de mi&lt;br /&gt;mas facil cerrar mis ojos y callar hasta el fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SEGxglzPo8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/b5mCLaQscCE/s1600-h/518701-3f-requiem_por_un_suicidio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SEGxglzPo8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/b5mCLaQscCE/s400/518701-3f-requiem_por_un_suicidio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206637817677980610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-2933802499087715947?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/2933802499087715947/comments/default' title='Enviar 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-4944223849713093631</id><published>2008-05-28T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:25:49.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[Te digo ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De mi mente ida&lt;br /&gt;idolatrías de la vida&lt;br /&gt;de cause estruendoso&lt;br /&gt;sequía fluida&lt;br /&gt;y no has mirado?&lt;br /&gt;y no has caído en que mi piel he dejado?&lt;br /&gt;de sal&lt;br /&gt;de sal siempre vienen&lt;br /&gt;y entibian la apariencia subjetiva de mi ser.&lt;br /&gt;seres cuantos mas&lt;br /&gt;alumbra con paciencia mis días&lt;br /&gt;alumbra con certeza la noche&lt;br /&gt;no me niegues el  canto&lt;br /&gt;ya que negaste la risa&lt;br /&gt;no mirare el vuelo que nace fausto&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;date prisa...&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;solo parecen estar cerrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SD4TSFzPo6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/W_HSTDrazOQ/s1600-h/11.a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SD4TSFzPo6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/W_HSTDrazOQ/s400/11.a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205619420802556834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-4944223849713093631?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/4944223849713093631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=4944223849713093631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4944223849713093631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4944223849713093631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/05/te-digo.html' title='[Te digo ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SD4TSFzPo6I/AAAAAAAAAFE/W_HSTDrazOQ/s72-c/11.a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-8320940376827839950</id><published>2008-05-25T17:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T18:36:07.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ (f)ision ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDoSR1zPo5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kf5CNTisO1c/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDoSR1zPo5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kf5CNTisO1c/s400/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204492417089119122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mis dias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He amado, he llorado, he besado, me entregado,&lt;br /&gt;he sido mala y hasta cruel sin pensar en creer en otro hombre,&lt;br /&gt;en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;pense como mujer iba ya a tener bastantes&lt;br /&gt;no mas miedos,no mas hombres en mis llantos,&lt;br /&gt;no mas sueños destrozados,&lt;br /&gt;no mas dias sin amar,no mas sentirme atrapada&lt;br /&gt;vivir sin aire, pero mi plan a cambiado he perdido el control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tomado, he bailado, he caido, he gritadoooo eeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me han marcado y hasta yo he olvidado como amar a una mujer,&lt;br /&gt;estancando emociones ciego por miles de razones&lt;br /&gt;evitando el contacto pero por fin te he encontrado&lt;br /&gt;el viaje ha terminado con destino entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;coro:&lt;br /&gt;Mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;la vida entera, quiero envejecerla quiero dartela a ti&lt;br /&gt;Mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;la vida entera, quiero envejecerla quiero dartela a a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nach....Dlux.... y alguien por encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quien quiere andar por la tierra pudiendo volar y volar&lt;br /&gt;asi escalar cualquier montaña atravesar cualquier mar&lt;br /&gt;amar es encontrar el paraiso en que todo ser humano&lt;br /&gt;siempre quiso entrar&lt;br /&gt;y hoy en un bar, te busco, te encuentro, me atrapas,&lt;br /&gt;te miro atento&lt;br /&gt;eres libre como yo y asi lo siento&lt;br /&gt;me das tu aura no pasa el tiempo seguimos tu y yo&lt;br /&gt;centro muy dentrooooo&lt;br /&gt;Me hablas del sexo y tu pasion&lt;br /&gt;no de un futuro echado en un sillon viendo la television&lt;br /&gt;yo te hablo de sueños, tambien de defectos&lt;br /&gt;hablo de darte media noche en un mundo perfecto&lt;br /&gt;puedo quedarme a tu lado y en ti bien enredado&lt;br /&gt;en el despertador de un lunes o en el cubata de un sabado&lt;br /&gt;puedo compartir besos cama y huevos&lt;br /&gt;no habra mas miedos, ni celos, ni duelos, ni juegos de egos&lt;br /&gt;me pego a ti como un iman&lt;br /&gt;mis dias ya se a donde van recuerdos negros ya no volveran&lt;br /&gt;no se repetiran tu estas aqui y eres mi guia&lt;br /&gt;y ahora por fin pegado a ti asi quiero pasar mis dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;la vida entera, quiero envejecerla, quiero dartela a ti&lt;br /&gt;mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;la vida entera, quiero envejecerla, quiero dartela a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora se que eres tu el destino de mi suerte&lt;br /&gt;feliz de encontrarte impaciente por tocarte&lt;br /&gt;yo tambien quiero ser tu sudor tu vigor&lt;br /&gt;tu noche y los dos morir abrazados haciendo el amor.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero comer, ni beber, ni respirar&lt;br /&gt;quiero acostarme sin pensar que te puedes borrar (bis)&lt;br /&gt;Mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me los des para amarte....la vida entera&lt;br /&gt;mis dias los que me quedan quiero que me los des para amarte&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me los des para amarte....la vida entera&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;Mi luna siempre conmiguh&lt;br /&gt;Mi lunah nuh me des nunca un respiro&lt;br /&gt;Milunah te sientuh y nu es delirio&lt;br /&gt;mi luna donde brillas se que es mi destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-8320940376827839950?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/8320940376827839950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=8320940376827839950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/8320940376827839950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/8320940376827839950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-amado-he-llorado-he-besado-me.html' title='[ (f)ision ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDoSR1zPo5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/kf5CNTisO1c/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-2647518497129125708</id><published>2008-05-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:56:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ now And then... ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDBseBtXZHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vX0Rh62WQBE/s1600-h/inocencia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDBseBtXZHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vX0Rh62WQBE/s400/inocencia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201776832723510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Toda la Teoria del universo esta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirigida infaliblemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hacia un solo individu, y ese eres TÚ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en realidad ya ni recuerdo cuales fueron sus palabras&lt;br /&gt;y en realidad ya ni deseo recordarlas&lt;br /&gt;nadie puede obligar a escuchar lo que no quiere escuchar&lt;br /&gt;muchas veces el rencor parece mejor salida a todo&lt;br /&gt;muchas veces el ser victima de las cosas nos deja con un sabor menos amargo&lt;br /&gt;Nos libra de pensamientos encontrados&lt;br /&gt;soluciona nuestro propio senitir&lt;br /&gt;pero en realidad&lt;br /&gt;¿Podrias decirme cuanto creciste con eaquello?&lt;br /&gt;¿podrias decirme que es lo que aprendiste?&lt;br /&gt;Aprendiste a no creer en la gente, pero de ti,&lt;br /&gt;¿que a prendiste de ti?&lt;br /&gt;el resto llevara tus sacos rotos&lt;br /&gt;buena idea... has que el resto crezca con vivencias tuyas,&lt;br /&gt;has que el resto no olvide&lt;br /&gt;y tu vive lleno de "alegria" pues eres liviano del todo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;¿Para que perder el tiempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No culpo a la vida, No solucionare nada con eso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No pierdo mi tiempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yo tbn tengo 168 hrs a la semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c80237339f61b3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D02c80237339f61b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329904521%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52A7100793F1D1A50D4C461E7FD59889939B962B.594A0FD0119223313C26511ACC78335A8EA1A639%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c80237339f61b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmwj7a18LczzC4K145tA3qBWWTsY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-2647518497129125708?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SDBseBtXZHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vX0Rh62WQBE/s72-c/inocencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-5013072189502665490</id><published>2008-05-16T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:22:21.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Te vi venir ]</title><content type='html'>Te vi corriendo precipitada&lt;br /&gt;te vi venir dolida&lt;br /&gt;Te vi y nuh lo sentiste&lt;br /&gt;Te vi y en mi mente tus pasos fueron mas que los mios&lt;br /&gt;Senti la sombra &lt;br /&gt;senti el miedo &lt;br /&gt;senti el ahogo y pretendi virar&lt;br /&gt;Senti el quiebre y preferi arrancar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se esta mas cerca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SC5MqBtXZGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLa7dpym3-Q/s1600-h/dolor3ou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SC5MqBtXZGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLa7dpym3-Q/s400/dolor3ou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201178904556430434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renace&lt;br /&gt;Lluvia intensa&lt;br /&gt;no soy mas &lt;br /&gt;pero&lt;br /&gt;algun dia &lt;br /&gt;el secreto conoceras...&lt;br /&gt;de mi, en mi interior, es tan dificil entenderme&lt;br /&gt;es tan extraño, incomprensible es...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SC5MqBtXZGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLa7dpym3-Q/s1600-h/dolor3ou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SC5MqBtXZGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLa7dpym3-Q/s400/dolor3ou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201178904556430434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto daño...&lt;br /&gt;en los pensamientos no puedo mandar...&lt;br /&gt;En los pensamientos mas no puedo indagar&lt;br /&gt;Nuh es olvido nuh es juego&lt;br /&gt;aprendere ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-5013072189502665490?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/5013072189502665490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=5013072189502665490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5013072189502665490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5013072189502665490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/05/te-vi-venir.html' title='[ Te vi venir ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SC5MqBtXZGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NLa7dpym3-Q/s72-c/dolor3ou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-1353016801747933174</id><published>2008-05-14T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:28:31.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Hastio ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SCus3htXZFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CyKkhqF1rZQ/s1600-h/Suenos-I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SCus3htXZFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CyKkhqF1rZQ/s400/Suenos-I.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200440264670798930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan irreal te has vuelto&lt;br /&gt;Te odio a lo lejos, nadie lo ve nadie lo siente,&lt;br /&gt;eres tu y yo al descubierto&lt;br /&gt;o tan solo somos yo y yo sin terciopelo el fondo del suspiro&lt;br /&gt;cobras con nerviosismo la cordura de mi espera&lt;br /&gt;ahogas con el silencio todos mis quebrantos&lt;br /&gt;escondes con la ida las caricias que tanto se has negado&lt;br /&gt;y enciendes con la ira el amor que no niega el llanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te critico nuevamente&lt;br /&gt;y solo puedo decirle que la capa no he perdido&lt;br /&gt;y que tan solo puedo decirle que ella aun no ha vencido&lt;br /&gt;y que solo quiero contarle que nuestro tema no ha cerrado que  escucharme le hara bien&lt;br /&gt;que se calme que la marea estara baja cuando la espada tbn lo este que el escucdo conmigo no sirve y que el papel se quema con fuego ahi en donde el hielo duerme y se levanta de pie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-1353016801747933174?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/1353016801747933174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=1353016801747933174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1353016801747933174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1353016801747933174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/05/astio.html' title='[ Hastio ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SCus3htXZFI/AAAAAAAAAEc/CyKkhqF1rZQ/s72-c/Suenos-I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-1952393660319916622</id><published>2008-04-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:36:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Piel ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SAWQTXG9h3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/p-GyJCWYY4s/s1600-h/005rs-libido-opener%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SAWQTXG9h3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/p-GyJCWYY4s/s400/005rs-libido-opener%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189712807909492594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pensar todo que sentir&lt;br /&gt;nada que olvidar todo que guardar&lt;br /&gt;nada que temer todo que enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;corazon traicionero mente inepta&lt;br /&gt;victimas y victimarios en el armario&lt;br /&gt;se funden de delirios coartados&lt;br /&gt;sin esposas, libres con mas de un latigo&lt;br /&gt;caen presos por los labios &lt;br /&gt;vibran sin desmayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-1952393660319916622?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/1952393660319916622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=1952393660319916622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1952393660319916622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1952393660319916622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/04/papeles-arrugadoss.html' title='[ Piel ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/SAWQTXG9h3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/p-GyJCWYY4s/s72-c/005rs-libido-opener%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-1773608737047446227</id><published>2008-04-12T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:28:45.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Jumper ]</title><content type='html'>No hablare de Palas ^^... que ellos sigan "disfrutando"  SU? "vida"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy solo me encargaria de dar la vuelta al mundo en rollers :P&lt;br /&gt;de lanzarme en Benji! de Hipertrofiar mis Suprarrenales!&lt;br /&gt;Creu que hoy es uno de esos dias en que las energias me sobran y caen a chorros&lt;br /&gt;en cada palabra que pueduh mencionar en cada brinco que puedo fabricar&lt;br /&gt;y en la cada risa que puedo expresar xD&lt;br /&gt;la idea de hacer cosas pone mis estados de alerta mas exitados ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy tan libre??&lt;br /&gt;Ufis como que la pienso y en realidad nunca se es taaaaaaaan libre,&lt;br /&gt;pero al menos me sientuh con la libertad de decidir que pensar ^^&lt;br /&gt;algunos se autolimitan en pensamientos emociones y cuanta cosa existah&lt;br /&gt;Naci para ser feliz! :)  Las tristezas quisieron opacar mis sueños en realidad&lt;br /&gt;nubatituh yah :)&lt;br /&gt;que bkn volver a ser sin ser lo que eras :P&lt;br /&gt;xDDD&lt;br /&gt;Yo me entiendoh y es uqe soy Feliz no como antes si no que como ahora ^^&lt;br /&gt;Soy mas grande que antes soy mas Imperfecta que antes tbn xDDD y es que el conocimiento&lt;br /&gt;te hace dar cuenta de que te faltan mil cosas aun que antes desconocias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El conocer te abre mundos&lt;br /&gt;te amplia el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;Te da brincos de Pasion&lt;br /&gt;te exalta el (L)&lt;br /&gt;te sorprende&lt;br /&gt;comenta a la vida cuan ingenuo eras&lt;br /&gt;se burla y te da tropiezos&lt;br /&gt;se esconde y cuandu pensabas que nu habia mas&lt;br /&gt;te cambia los esquemas&lt;br /&gt;moldea tus razones&lt;br /&gt;nunca eres lo que eras ayer&lt;br /&gt;el dinamismo es de todos y para todos&lt;br /&gt;que lo ocupe quien desee volar mas alla de la razon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adios esquemas&lt;br /&gt;soy mujer,&lt;br /&gt;y el corazon puede moverme donde desee&lt;br /&gt;sin arrogancia, la dominacion no es mi fin&lt;br /&gt;de la dulzura de dias&lt;br /&gt;cubrire las noches frias...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-1773608737047446227?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/1773608737047446227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=1773608737047446227&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1773608737047446227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1773608737047446227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/04/jumper.html' title='[ Jumper ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-449656557734876414</id><published>2008-04-07T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:34:47.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ SacosS RotosS ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R_rnwx3PZ1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1zUQmaYHiBI/s1600-h/beso28pb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R_rnwx3PZ1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1zUQmaYHiBI/s400/beso28pb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186712746075318098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La gente ama las palabras&lt;br /&gt;ideolatra la comodidad&lt;br /&gt;el llegar quizas a algun corazon&lt;br /&gt;con eso que algunos llaman el don de la palabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero de que vale tanta palabreria&lt;br /&gt;si a la hora de llegado el dia&lt;br /&gt;la pereza le gana a la entereza&lt;br /&gt;y son tus propias palabras las que tropiezan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No olvidas lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;pues de el siempre te has nutrido&lt;br /&gt;mas olvidas las palabras&lt;br /&gt;que te dieron un momento de calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y es que son tantas que ni recordarlas podras&lt;br /&gt;pero siempre los momentos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;que cada vez que vives uno piensas&lt;br /&gt;que yah no cabra alguno mas ahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-449656557734876414?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/449656557734876414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=449656557734876414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/449656557734876414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/449656557734876414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/04/sacoss-rotoss.html' title='[ SacosS RotosS ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R_rnwx3PZ1I/AAAAAAAAADU/1zUQmaYHiBI/s72-c/beso28pb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7963176701947420937</id><published>2008-03-10T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:32:22.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Esta vez ... ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9X9GDizsSI/AAAAAAAAADM/8vtBHxPxX9I/s1600-h/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9X9GDizsSI/AAAAAAAAADM/8vtBHxPxX9I/s400/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176321627204596002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;Solo me pregunto&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;Cuando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7963176701947420937?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7963176701947420937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7963176701947420937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7963176701947420937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7963176701947420937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/03/esta-vez.html' title='[ Esta vez ... ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9X9GDizsSI/AAAAAAAAADM/8vtBHxPxX9I/s72-c/DSC00005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-3679446387792738096</id><published>2008-03-09T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T14:09:38.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Princesa esta noche brilla tu estrella ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9RRFTizsRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oNJxBFwjVcg/s1600-h/DSC01915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9RRFTizsRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oNJxBFwjVcg/s400/DSC01915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175851023343005970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiero estar en tu misma trinchera, emborracharme y pedir clemencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deja que sus palabras caigan&lt;br /&gt;cual impregnada de Cera te sintieras&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cuantas miradas has olvidado,&lt;br /&gt;cuantas canciones has escuchado,&lt;br /&gt;melodias al olvido,&lt;br /&gt;con miel en su ventana,&lt;br /&gt;al caminar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-3679446387792738096?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/3679446387792738096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=3679446387792738096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3679446387792738096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3679446387792738096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/03/pincesa-esta-noche-brilla-tu-estrella.html' title='[ Princesa esta noche brilla tu estrella ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R9RRFTizsRI/AAAAAAAAADE/oNJxBFwjVcg/s72-c/DSC01915.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7384555347046204020</id><published>2008-01-17T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T18:11:28.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Frio ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R5AKGs0vFEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hcwwyq0UEFc/s1600-h/fotiwi+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R5AKGs0vFEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hcwwyq0UEFc/s400/fotiwi+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156632683567060034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can be an asshole of the grandest kind&lt;br /&gt;I can withhold like it’s going out of style&lt;br /&gt;I can be the moodiest baby and you’ve never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;who is as negative as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the wisest woman you've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected.&lt;br /&gt;I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;Who's as positive as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame everyone else, not my own partaking&lt;br /&gt;My passive-aggressiveness can be devastating&lt;br /&gt;I'm terrified and mistrusting&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never met anyone as,&lt;br /&gt;As closed down as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I resist, persists, and speaks louder than I know&lt;br /&gt;What I resist, you love, no matter how low or high I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the funniest woman you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;I am the dullest woman you've ever known.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the most gorgeous woman you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;And you've never met anyone as, as everything as I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see everything, you see every part&lt;br /&gt;You see all my light and you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;You dig everything of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;There's not anything to which you can’t relate&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’re still here&lt;br /&gt;And you're still here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy despierta, dictando sentencia ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7384555347046204020?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7384555347046204020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7384555347046204020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7384555347046204020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7384555347046204020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/frio.html' title='[ Frio ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R5AKGs0vFEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/hcwwyq0UEFc/s72-c/fotiwi+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-3667723972529140671</id><published>2008-01-16T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T10:17:54.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Y fue ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R45Jj80vFDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uGUPbX7ssR8/s1600-h/2+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R45Jj80vFDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uGUPbX7ssR8/s400/2+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156139505357362226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ya ni te duele, ya ni nisiquiera te atreves, no mereces el cielo ni tampoco el mar, mereces ser aire y en mis labios reposar, miras friamente, pero ni a ti mismo puedes apagar, disfruta mis noches disfruta tus dias y al atardecer un poco  de melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;Muere, intrepido salto, vive, y es que te estas clavando, eran dos cometas los que vi eran tan radiantes que antes nuncah  comprendi lo que era  la dicha mezclada en la mas pura fantasia del oleaje de los tejidos que sostenian mi cuerpo, del aroma  con el que hablaba su ser, de esa estrella que no puedes ver.&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;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-3667723972529140671?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/3667723972529140671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=3667723972529140671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3667723972529140671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3667723972529140671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/y-fue.html' title='[ Y fue ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R45Jj80vFDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uGUPbX7ssR8/s72-c/2+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-4068854173539757238</id><published>2008-01-15T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T09:44:28.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ A-MoR ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4zvy80vFCI/AAAAAAAAACs/C2S2Ffeqatk/s1600-h/DSCN8966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4zvy80vFCI/AAAAAAAAACs/C2S2Ffeqatk/s400/DSCN8966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155759332032189474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eight Easy Steps... Alanis Morissette [ Lyrics ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;How to stay paralyzed by fear of abandonment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to defer to men in solveable predicaments &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to control someone to be a carbon copy of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to have that not work and have them run away from you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to keep people at arms length and never get too close &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to mistrust the ones who supposedly love the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to pretend you're fine and don't need help from anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to feel worthless unless you're serving or helping someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I'll teach you all this in 8 easy steps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; A course of a lifetime you'll never forget &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I'll show you how to in 8 easy steps &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I'll show you how leaderships looks when tought by the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to hate women when you're supposed to be a feminist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to play all pious when you're really a hypocrite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to hate god when you're a player and a spiritualist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to sabotage your fantasies by fears of success&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I've been doing research for years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I've been practicing my ass off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I've been training my whole life for this moment I swear to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; Culminating just to be this well-versed leader before you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to lie to yourself and thereby to everyone else &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to keep smiling when you're thinking of killing yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to numb a la holic to avoid going within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; How to stay stuck in blue by blaming them for everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Es todo ... Siento a mil por minuto... vibro a cada segundo... el viento cae por mis pensamientos y no hay  quien lo detenga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;INTOLERANCIA MAYOR ENEMIGO DE UNA RELACION HUMANA, EL ORGULLO SOLO LA EMPOBRECE MÁS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-4068854173539757238?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/4068854173539757238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=4068854173539757238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4068854173539757238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4068854173539757238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/mor.html' title='[ A-MoR ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4zvy80vFCI/AAAAAAAAACs/C2S2Ffeqatk/s72-c/DSCN8966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7970621158248343896</id><published>2008-01-12T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T06:35:13.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ I cry ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4jPcM0vFBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Unk_ZYnrOrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4jPcM0vFBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Unk_ZYnrOrQ/s400/IMG_0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154597856911234066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Caida&lt;/span&gt; libre, quiero poder pronto sentir el respiro del fondo, la humedad de sus arenas, y el impulso malcriado de aquello que solo se puede sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahogooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Y ya no se mas, una tras otra, por un mismo motivo, a un mismo lugar,quitan el ahogo por dentro hasta hacerlo en papeles terminar. Que la vida se escape en un segundo, que el silencio ronde en los asuntos que la vieja historia termine... y solo me pregunto, cuánto mas?, Por que escogi esto?, camino dificil &gt;.&lt; . Razones tengo, pero motivos no. Mamá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7970621158248343896?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7970621158248343896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7970621158248343896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7970621158248343896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7970621158248343896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-cry.html' title='[ I cry ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R4jPcM0vFBI/AAAAAAAAACk/Unk_ZYnrOrQ/s72-c/IMG_0158.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-5489719941262743621</id><published>2008-01-07T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:13:34.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Renuncio ^^ ]</title><content type='html'>Analizando un par de cosas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El ultimo petalo ha caido ;)  el invierno acaba de terminar ^^&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento asi, bienvenida primavera ^^ me haces ver el brillo, aquello que fue negro luego gris&lt;br /&gt;=) y ahora Luz... Y mi corazon no ha muerto y mi corazon dah brincos  liberada de manos y pies!&lt;br /&gt;Liberada de mis mismos pensamientos, comprendo al tiempo y le doy un aplauso, comprendo las ironias y les digo gracias, acepto los errores y les digo hasta luego, pero Para ser feliz hay que sentir penita ^^ asi que todo despues de la tormenta es bienvenido =) es analizado es querido ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo pasa y pierdes mas! alguh asih me dijo la Inger :P claro claro entienduh tan bien ^^ aquello . A tooo esto no estoy donde me quede!!!! no estoy donde por que ya no estoy -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adioooos .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-5489719941262743621?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/5489719941262743621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=5489719941262743621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5489719941262743621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5489719941262743621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/renuncio.html' title='[ Renuncio ^^ ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-8582862437201272507</id><published>2008-01-04T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T11:44:52.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Te quieres? ]</title><content type='html'>Amor propio? se gana con querernos? que queremos ? queremos lo mejor... queremos ser felices, si quieres ser feliz, Pero Te ocultas de quien no puedes arrancar?. A pero se supone que te amas, Sueñas con despertar y el stop este presionado verdad?... lamentableeeeeeeeeeeee no se es feliz cuando evitas serlo, no se es feliz cuando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sapo que ronda de noche y de dia y una puerta con la policia, escondida detras de esos lugares donde el medio dia es tan corto y la noche es tan larga ^^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y eso que viniste a simplemente amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-8582862437201272507?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/8582862437201272507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=8582862437201272507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/8582862437201272507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/8582862437201272507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2008/01/te-quieres.html' title='[ Te quieres? ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-3083865727368270003</id><published>2007-12-29T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T06:08:49.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Que habra dicho? ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R3ZU480vFAI/AAAAAAAAACc/d8pXCMp1z5k/s1600-h/Ventana+con+vistas+Juana+Leira+-+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R3ZU480vFAI/AAAAAAAAACc/d8pXCMp1z5k/s400/Ventana+con+vistas+Juana+Leira+-+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149396561321464834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras estan demas, el tiempo dah conocimiento... ojala el mar me conozca y sepa el por que de todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-3083865727368270003?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/3083865727368270003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=3083865727368270003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3083865727368270003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/3083865727368270003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/que-habra-dicho.html' title='[ Que habra dicho? ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R3ZU480vFAI/AAAAAAAAACc/d8pXCMp1z5k/s72-c/Ventana+con+vistas+Juana+Leira+-+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-4538776120212103267</id><published>2007-12-26T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T10:14:44.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Y aunque el viento...&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque el rostro...&lt;br /&gt;Vivir, si se puede entender, si se puede conocer, lo loca que estoy, lo tremendo y mas complejo de un ser, si es que puedes entender, Yo, yo, yo, yo... Un tu, uno mas a la brisa uno mas a la noche uno mas a la tentacion de mis sueños de mis dias y sus brillos sus alarmas y llamadas de...&lt;br /&gt;Y si el viento...&lt;br /&gt;Y si el rostro...&lt;br /&gt;Un pez un aire que yah no lo es, alejandome, loca, una mañanaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Por que por que??????????????&lt;br /&gt;Desconoces todo, oculto todo, desconozco todo, ocultas todo, No, no, no... Un todo que sigue.&lt;br /&gt;kjnkjbkbkjbkjkvkvkhvhvhgcgfxgxzfdstrdytgiuhoijpokpokp&lt;br /&gt;Comprension de lo incomprendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........... Tanto..... en tan poco.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco Un monton un concho un milagro ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I born To try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing everything that I believe in&lt;br /&gt;Going by the rules that I’ve been taught&lt;br /&gt;More understanding of what’s around me&lt;br /&gt;And protected from the walls of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’ve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No point in talking what you should have been&lt;br /&gt;And regretting the things that went on&lt;br /&gt;Life’s full of mistakes, destinies and fate&lt;br /&gt;Remove the clouds look at the bigger picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’ve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;All I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;All that you see is me&lt;br /&gt;And all I truly believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve learned to love&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;And believe in life&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’ve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you’ve got to make choices&lt;br /&gt;Be wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you’ve got to sacrifice the things you like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was born to try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-4538776120212103267?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/4538776120212103267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=4538776120212103267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4538776120212103267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4538776120212103267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/y-aunque-el-viento.html' title=''/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-6632006005051031440</id><published>2007-12-20T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:29:21.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Shit ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2tAMc0vE_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cawy5xRekgI/s1600-h/p1_muchacha_en_la_ventana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2tAMc0vE_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cawy5xRekgI/s400/p1_muchacha_en_la_ventana.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146277581840913394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente puedoh comprender el significado de que el compromiso mas grande es con nuestros propios sentimientos, que de ellos no se escapa, y que si los evitamos terminamos de soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-6632006005051031440?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/6632006005051031440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=6632006005051031440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6632006005051031440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6632006005051031440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/shit.html' title='[ Shit ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2tAMc0vE_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Cawy5xRekgI/s72-c/p1_muchacha_en_la_ventana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-5252914773809443025</id><published>2007-12-18T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T09:14:21.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Manilla ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2f_n80vE-I/AAAAAAAAACM/MlvUmCT-u9Y/s1600-h/ko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2f_n80vE-I/AAAAAAAAACM/MlvUmCT-u9Y/s400/ko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145362161101378530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teclea una vez mas, vamos tu puedes, enciende tus NT, que la mielina no falte, Bombea aquel valioso musculo, Free, are you free?. Eloquezco con el tacto de mis dedos, close,... no close,... Cafe, gira la manilla, manilla que no gira, entra el viento que es timido el viento que se ausenta, viento que no es de amor viento que no es de ira,... viento que golpea, cuando Con su delicado roce en mis brazos se estira, por un segundo mi circulacion es de aire tbn, Por un segundo llega a donde las entrañas cautivan el ser, llega,... Free, are you free?. Torbellino de encierros, estrepitosos  A-B-CD,... Complejos numeros que posandose en mis miradas calman la calma, de quien no enciende su alma. Cafe, Gira la manilla y el viento ya se fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-5252914773809443025?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/5252914773809443025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=5252914773809443025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5252914773809443025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5252914773809443025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/manilla.html' title='[ Manilla ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2f_n80vE-I/AAAAAAAAACM/MlvUmCT-u9Y/s72-c/ko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-4494617461049681425</id><published>2007-12-17T14:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:28:15.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Eres, por mi, eres ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2cFkM0vE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EnhyiuAY9pg/s1600-h/sol_y_semilla__thumb_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2cFkM0vE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EnhyiuAY9pg/s400/sol_y_semilla__thumb_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145087218769925074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir la linea, que no te llevah donde Mirabas tranquila, la guarida de dragones que cuidabah tuh partida, seguir el cendero que cautiva, tu mirada perdida tuh conciencia undida, tuh paraiso ausente, tu velada esplendorosa, llenas pasiones enciendes corazones, intimidan tus palabras a quien no piensan con mas demora, ideas que van y vienen y de todas tu pensamiento no se hiere, dale la vuelta que tu rueda no se quede, la pausa es necesaria pero no el que es libre, pero no para aquel que de sentimientos vive, y si de sufrimiento hablamos que se queme todo lo pasado, que se olvide tbn lo que no el humano ha sembrado, pero entonces de que es tuh acorazado? es de aire es de luz? es de simple y sensillamente un dejo de Fuego un dejo de acero un dejo de madera que se siente apolillado por quien menos lo espera?? Olvidas el agua? dondeh dejas el agua? donde queda suh engañosa pero tan transparente mirada? esa dejala a los hombres que tars la puerta se esconden los sueños los temores las calmas las penas los olvidos sus ganas de mas, y el sentimiento que temen escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;Como nos encontramos??... como se encuentran quienes viven perfectamente conectados a la net, pero totalmente desconectados al mundo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-4494617461049681425?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/4494617461049681425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=4494617461049681425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4494617461049681425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4494617461049681425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/eres-por-mi-eres.html' title='[ Eres, por mi, eres ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2cFkM0vE9I/AAAAAAAAACE/EnhyiuAY9pg/s72-c/sol_y_semilla__thumb_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7242162004959295707</id><published>2007-12-12T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T19:12:16.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Al menos podria la lluvia mojar la historia ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2CizzzE4lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m78wqosXyK8/s1600-h/volar1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2CizzzE4lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m78wqosXyK8/s400/volar1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143289785418572370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solia ser un ave que gustaba de volar en lugares tranquilos como todas las otras, solia ser completamente aceptada, un dia su curiosidad fue mas grande y viajo donde nadie mas podia verla, un lugar tan frio como los tempanos del artico, un lugar tan lleno de nada como el vacio de los seres que viven sin mirar por donde vienen o a donde van, un sitio donde el abandono no es mas que el regalo de la estadia, que tendria esto de gustoso para el ave? y es que ella se sentia capaz,&lt;br /&gt;el ave queria extender sus alas por donde noh hubiera reino, sentirse libre era su busqueda mas preciada y es que noh basta con saber volar pensaba ella, si no que lo importante es saber donde volar... fue asi como recorrio este lugar de condiciones adversas, en donde sus alas entumecidas por aquel frio penetrante dejaban incluso de agitarse e impedian que esta siguiera con su recorrido... -que duro camino has escogido avecita - pero es que yo no escoji contesto esta a el viento.... el viento no entendio y dijo - Pero como que no has escogido? podrias haberte quedadoh volando en tus calidos aires y en vez de eso has preferido estar aqui en medio de la nada con frio y soledad...-Viento tuh eres dueño de los aires tu sabes lo que hay al principio y al final, yo soy solo un ave que detras de su morada pudoh descubrir por que es que las ultimas lunas me traian solo penas y amarguras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpiaste todo.&lt;br /&gt;Soy quien soy... mas quiero ser contigo hoy una vez mas te quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Y detesto no poder decir mas &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Besitus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7242162004959295707?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7242162004959295707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7242162004959295707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7242162004959295707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7242162004959295707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/al-menos-podria-la-lluvia-mojar-la.html' title='[ Al menos podria la lluvia mojar la historia ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R2CizzzE4lI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m78wqosXyK8/s72-c/volar1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-1622855408766773943</id><published>2007-12-03T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:44:10.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ M y E ]</title><content type='html'>Mirameh una vez mas y llename de Te quieros y dime que linda soy a tus ojos =) Ui si que me haces feliz ui si que te hago feliz ^^... Mirandote me pregunte cuanduh te vineh a encontrar ?? Nadie sabe para quien trabaja y hoy existe una Milu asi como mil de recargada ^^ mah grande con experiencias de las que he aprendidu, con anhelos cada dia mas claros, con pensamientos que flotan y giran y me elevan y lueguh los encuentro en tu mirada en esos ojitus que me llenan y que si son lindos y que si los queru ver mil horas! xDDDDD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1S424BaSaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5y5NHBnV4G0/s1600-R/IMG_5384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1S424BaSaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nVpcuop0tk4/s400/IMG_5384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139936327627327906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah se suponia el Sabadu que tuh me querias mas xDDD y hoy sientuh que de new tome la delantera! xDDD ...&lt;br /&gt;Mi vida comienza, Mi nuevoh año empezo... Nuh se cuantuh durara... Nuh se si algun dia se detendra... Lo que si se es que nuh dejamos tiempo perdido en el tiempo ^^ que la formah en que vemos las cosas es tan bkn que esto es realmente especial que wenuh que fui a el carrete! xDD que wenuh que fuiste de Skater, que linduh que te veias... que wenuh que me escojiste de entre la multitud... que wenuh que te eleji de entre la masa... que linduh encontrarnosS...&lt;br /&gt;Cantamos???? Corramos? volemos? soñemos? Casi tan magico como un bote en medio de la UdeC! xDDDD ... Ella puh la que tuh llamas Providencia Yo como que la queruh artuh ^^ Po que nos juntoh  :D... yah y si puh dile que no se aleje de nosotros ^^ ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te queru ...&lt;br /&gt;M y E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-1622855408766773943?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/1622855408766773943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=1622855408766773943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1622855408766773943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/1622855408766773943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/m-y-e.html' title='[ M y E ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1S424BaSaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/nVpcuop0tk4/s72-c/IMG_5384.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-220611882657071365</id><published>2007-12-01T10:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T10:51:38.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Tu y Yo ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1GtMIkDN_I/AAAAAAAAABs/YIO2iGdKrm0/s1600-R/20061009004411-besos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1GtMIkDN_I/AAAAAAAAABs/KZDICPteSlo/s400/20061009004411-besos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139079073775171570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un beso?... que tal una caricia?... mejor ambos pero mezclados con sentimiento... te quiero, te quiero mil veces, un cambio en mi vida un revivir, definitivamente todas las cosas pasan por algo. Cuando te conoci dijiste que no gustabas de soñar, que vivias tu presente por que siempre se era presente... Yo dije que siempre se debia soñar que la vida sin sueños no tiene rumbo, y creo que comienzas a hacerlo ^^... sin querer pero lo haces, sin darte cuenta me haces soñar a mi tambien.&lt;br /&gt;Un beso?... que tal una caricia?... y si la envuelves con la mas linda sinceridad que he podido conocer, y si es tan pura que los hombres ya no parecen tan iguales, entonces te dire que estaba errada,  entonces pensare que solo fueron lecciones de estrondozo pesar, y te dare las gracias por sentarme a tu lado a y desde ahi caminar.&lt;br /&gt;Un beso?... que tal una caricia?... Mas que eso, es tu querer el que me llenah, es tu querer del que aprendo, es Nuestro querer del que escucho los mas dulces sonidos de paciencia, cariño , cuidado, respeto, comprension, tolerancia, deseo, verdad y que en un conjunto es simple y sensillamente el querernos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-220611882657071365?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/220611882657071365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=220611882657071365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/220611882657071365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/220611882657071365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/12/tu-y-yo.html' title='[ Tu y Yo ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R1GtMIkDN_I/AAAAAAAAABs/KZDICPteSlo/s72-c/20061009004411-besos1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-6097303991101724757</id><published>2007-11-29T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:15:29.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Te quiero ]</title><content type='html'>Taba estudiandu... Y de pronto Avril Lavigne Sonanduh en el celu ^^ era el :P... Y Como no ponerme feliz? como no quererte? si acabas de hacer alguh que jamas pense que harias! ^^ jejejejeje que chiste!!! te juroh que nuh te imaginuh! :D&lt;br /&gt;Te quieruh te quieruh ... queruh mis vacaciones! queruh tar contiguh ^^... Yaaah hoy estudiare rapidididituititituuu po que queruh verte queru acompañarte y mil cosas ^^ ... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuakisSs!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esparta te llama ;) Campeon :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://instalaches.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/leonidas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://instalaches.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/leonidas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-6097303991101724757?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/6097303991101724757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=6097303991101724757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6097303991101724757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6097303991101724757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/te-quiero.html' title='[ Te quiero ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7813543157347238042</id><published>2007-11-29T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:47:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Deberiamos ]</title><content type='html'>Deberiamos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7813543157347238042?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7813543157347238042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7813543157347238042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7813543157347238042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7813543157347238042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/deberiamos.html' title='[ Deberiamos ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-4021035375173451610</id><published>2007-11-29T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T06:35:39.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ No ... No ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R07NeROP-EI/AAAAAAAAABc/lkrHw0ksQvM/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R07NeROP-EI/AAAAAAAAABc/lkrHw0ksQvM/s400/yeah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138270144779253826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugestion ambigua, sensaciones que desatan lo que hay ti.... hoy al igual que ayer deseo partir hoy al igual que ayer digo stress pesao &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; Y las ganitas de etudiar que tenia ayer hoy puaf! se esfumaron, xD cuek! ...&lt;br /&gt;Dame energias! xDD aunque nuh te queden muchas, eres fuerte :P a que lo se puh ^^, dame de tuh armadura gigante ;) esa de quien no le tocas ni con una demoledora :P... Dime que estuh nuh fantasia dime que estu es posible dime que nuestra alegria puede ser, y que nuh nus dejaremos vencer... Suerte Hoy Que la verguenza nuncah se note :P ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pd: No caere no descanzare no sere lo que no pretenda ser, no quiero dejarme guiar por el deber :( no quiero ser un producto marcado por los esquemas :(.... se supone que hemos venido a ser felices... e-n-t-o-n-c-e-s Guia los sentidos a el ----&gt; (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-4021035375173451610?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/4021035375173451610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=4021035375173451610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4021035375173451610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/4021035375173451610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='[ No ... No ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R07NeROP-EI/AAAAAAAAABc/lkrHw0ksQvM/s72-c/yeah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-2128310859418961016</id><published>2007-11-28T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T08:59:46.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caos</title><content type='html'>Noooooooooooooooo... stress! Total conversacion con uno mismo es lo peor!... Contracara... Cominar camina camina camina!!!! Go gogogogogogo Muevete fast!... ya terminara todo si pes sipes, ya tah terminandu... palabras cortadas que nuh se como atar.&lt;br /&gt;Una vez de los ultimos dos, entonces? el viento sopla pero se donde va se de donde viene, mañanah me voy yo, a Nu queru etudiar mas :( quiero vacaciones neeto vacaciones neeto lejania y abstraccion del mundo, se supone que esuh es algo que se logra en cualquier parte del mundoh ^^ pero a mi se me hara mah bkn lejos de aqui... Al menos nada es apra siempre, al menos la marea va y luego viene, al menos la ruleta se puede volver a lanzar, al menos lo tenia lo descubria y al menos dueña de dementes.&lt;br /&gt;Se vaa todo se vaa el año este que aun no se vah &gt;.&lt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-2128310859418961016?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/2128310859418961016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=2128310859418961016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/2128310859418961016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/2128310859418961016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/caos.html' title='Caos'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-2759746254131317138</id><published>2007-11-27T09:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:58:47.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ Noh cierres los ojos ]</title><content type='html'>Cierro los ojos y esto no para de liberarse... cuentas cuantos cuentos contaron los que con cuentos en los labios han vibrado, un respiro mas que esto ya termina que año mas prospero no? cuidado con los sujetos cuidado con tigo misma cuidado con aquel que cuenta los cuentos y cuentos deslumbra, deja que la niebla pero es que yo tbn estoy cansada, los murmullos te dijeron lo que tenias que hacer, Los murmullos son quienes hoy rien por que te dejaste vencer, los murmullos hoy ya ni te conocen pues dejaste para ellos de ser un placer, gente valiosa gente que espera gente que es cautelosa ,diferente, gente que vive sin mas que su propio corazon. Cuidame que yo te cuidare desvelada por las noches en que no exista mas que cansancio inmenso... Hoy tu hoy yo hoy ...&lt;br /&gt;Impotencia gigante, te quieruh lo sabes tan bien, no te ocultes... Los pasos estan marcados .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-2759746254131317138?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/2759746254131317138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=2759746254131317138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/2759746254131317138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/2759746254131317138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/noh-cierres-los-ojos.html' title='[ Noh cierres los ojos ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-7185434913430994847</id><published>2007-11-24T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:01:25.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No se si el destino me llevara donde quiero, de todas formas ya estoy viviendo parte de ella, crecer ]</title><content type='html'>Que es eso de merecer o  no merecer?... las personas simplemente se acentuan estando juntas.&lt;br /&gt;Adaptarnos al respiro de  un alma, entender que se es diferente y que eso te hace especial, comprender y aprender el significado del querer, mas alla de un hombre y una mujer que estan juntos que caminan de la mano o se besan en publico, y que son dos personas de la mano? que son dos seres que caminan y noh se hablan pero se besan cual si acabara la vida?... es un esquema? es parte de un sistemah?... y creuh que entendih que nuh hay mas sentido que lo que pueda sentir que nuh hay menos logica que aquella que se fuerza, aquella que se basa en palabras y no actos, aquella logica que seconde del sentir y se basa en el deber, hoy hable y dije " relacion de un cariño, relacion de una confianza gigante" a mi parecer eso nos hace mas libres eso nos hace mas sinceros eso quita obligacionesy veras entonces solo actos gestos y melodias que se dijeron desde bien adentro ^^ que nadie forzo... es entonces un momento de respiro de alivio de alegria :P pues se puede ser simplemente uno mismo ^^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rururururururururururuurururururururururu! ^^ Pueduh decir turururururururm!&lt;br /&gt;Habia un sapo :P por a qui y otro por alla  ... al centro habia una fortunah de reyes :P&lt;br /&gt;Y es que nuh soy una reinah ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ellas son amorfas nuh saben hacer nada ^^&lt;br /&gt;Nuh soy nuh soy ^^ yah lo dije!!! xDDD Yo soy  ------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-7185434913430994847?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/7185434913430994847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=7185434913430994847&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7185434913430994847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/7185434913430994847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/que-es-eso-de-merecer-o-no-merecer.html' title='No se si el destino me llevara donde quiero, de todas formas ya estoy viviendo parte de ella, crecer ]'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-692672369447916308</id><published>2007-11-21T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T08:40:39.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0Ref1eCTyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TR3aZ_TF8kU/s1600-h/S5029026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0Ref1eCTyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TR3aZ_TF8kU/s200/S5029026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135333376131223330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noh se que hago aqui nuevamente quizas solo anduh inchanduh un rato mientras hago tiempo para ir a la duchis :P estaba escuchandoh una cancion y me gustoh Mil de MuchosS! Asi que lo dejare registrado ^^....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuh es nada tan complicado. Hoy con Chaket! Po que el shol se fue lejitus! pero la lunah Nuncah nuncah se vah de mi (L)... Aps aqui tah el video :P... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nig4Rbeoqwk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse - Everything lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Find Me Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Speak To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I want to feel you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I need to hear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; That's leading me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; To the place where I find peace again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are the strength, that keeps me walking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are the hope, that keeps me trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are the light to my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You are my purpose...you're everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You calm the storms, and you give me rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You hold me in your hands, you won't let me fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You steal my heart, and you take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you take me in? Take me deeper now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And how can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Cause you're all I want, You're all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're everything,everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're all I want your all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're everything, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're all I want you're all I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're everything, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're all I want you're all I need, you're everything, everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; And How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;background&gt;How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?&lt;/background&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Would you tell me how could it be any better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-692672369447916308?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/692672369447916308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=692672369447916308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/692672369447916308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/692672369447916308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/noh-se-que-hago-aqui-nuevamente-quizas.html' title=''/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0Ref1eCTyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/TR3aZ_TF8kU/s72-c/S5029026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-6594059582081776960</id><published>2007-11-21T06:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T07:13:53.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estas... donde Yo quiero que estes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0RISleCTxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xSU7GGDnk-I/s1600-h/S5029026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0RISleCTxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xSU7GGDnk-I/s320/S5029026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135308959242145554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;El alma con alitas... las almas son diferentes verdad? es decir se componen de cosas abstactas llevadas a la realidad... y si estamos hechos de almas diferentes por que recordarme algo que no soy yoh? por que pensar en la miserable posibilidad de que alas historias sean dobles en el tiempo?... Estoy asi como Flotandu, divagando en pensamientos... pero NO filo, Cuanduh uno tiene ganas :P jamas existen excusas de perdedores cuanduh uno kiere no hay peros ni imposibles... Sanaste mis heridas sin querer hacerlo eso es lo que mas me gusta de todo, no te propusiste ....  y tbn lo conseguiste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;en fin Podria escribir mil cosas pero el dicho factor Tiempo espacio NOH me lo permiteh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;xDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;^^ Nuh se caderas bailan por las calles de ParisS ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hoy certamen a las 7 ^^ Espero tener una buenah razon para terminar lueguituh ese certamen... Nada que pensar SOLO mil cosas que sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;®Milu®&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-6594059582081776960?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/6594059582081776960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=6594059582081776960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6594059582081776960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/6594059582081776960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/estas-donde-yo-quiero-que-estes.html' title='Estas... donde Yo quiero que estes.'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0RISleCTxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/xSU7GGDnk-I/s72-c/S5029026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-641859429624965527.post-5220674518994726676</id><published>2007-11-18T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T06:37:55.025-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi primer dia, mi segundo segundo y miles de minutos por delante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0BJEVeCTvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWGJsrvdWNE/s1600-h/sofunny%21.jpg"&gt;UpsS! Esto es como dar los primeros en Bicicleta son rueditas al lado =)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0BJEVeCTvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWGJsrvdWNE/s1600-h/sofunny%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0BJEVeCTvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWGJsrvdWNE/s320/sofunny%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134183914033794802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nunununu... Pensamientos afloran y soy complice de ellos... soy Criminal de emociones, pero tejo profundas sensaciones...&lt;br /&gt;Y como es que se explica, todo esto?... Verdades que viajan sin destino aparente, momentos que me llenan, momentos que luego que me dejan a la deriva y siento el respiro de mi enorme fuerza interna que me mueve a simplemente decir... "Se que puedo"... Hay momentos en los que sufres por que algo no resulto, hay otros tan dulces como cuando me atrevo a ser yo, y hay otros momentos que son y no son... y por que pierdo el tiempo en sentirme asi? ... y es que en este momento deberia estar estudiando para Nutri II pero uchis creo que las emociones son mas importantes que algo tan poco relevante como el conocimiento de ciencias que el hombre ha inventado y que por lo demas cuando me muera no llevare conmigo... a diferencia de la Ciencia Universal la ciencia que es el corazon Higado Pulmon Intestino etc etc.. de el propio ser " El Espiritu" ... Mi espiritu Esta mas grande :P ... Tiene ancias de seguir en esto, tiene sed de aquello que tanto anhelo... y ahora? que haces con eso? como organizas lo que no estabas preparada para recibir? como enfrentas este nuevo ser que a pocas luces viste venir?... como te lo digo?... y es que para ti las cosas son tan simples tan livianas, tan ammmm todas tan faltas de importancia, entiendo el por que, pero a mi me cuestah tantu verlas asi, y ya mejor continuo en lo mio :P Ac. Ascorbico-Ac. Folico y B12 Voy por ti! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... amarrillo resplandor, verde soñador, hay cielo, pero dame alas que no entivien mi vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;®Milu®&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/641859429624965527-5220674518994726676?l=milunaha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/feeds/5220674518994726676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=641859429624965527&amp;postID=5220674518994726676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5220674518994726676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/641859429624965527/posts/default/5220674518994726676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milunaha.blogspot.com/2007/11/mi-primer-dia-mi-segundo-segundo-y.html' title='Mi primer dia, mi segundo segundo y miles de minutos por delante...'/><author><name>Milunah</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HKhjSKnS0u0/R0BJEVeCTvI/AAAAAAAAAAM/BWGJsrvdWNE/s72-c/sofunny%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
