tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54518031956714013132012-01-14T18:31:27.927+01:00THE HOPELa esperanza ve lo invisible, siente lo intangible y logra lo imposibleCarlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.comBlogger201100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-29277139243412792052008-11-23T16:14:00.004+01:002008-11-23T16:50:34.432+01:00El secreto<p align="center"><br /><object height="243" width="400"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=393541&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=393541&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="243"></embed></object></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#99ff99;">_______________________________________</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">_______________________________________</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#99ff99;">_______________________________________<br /></p></span><br /><p align="center"><br /><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Este post comenzó en: Piensa en verde </span></a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-2927713924341279205?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com39tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-27011145940346485692008-10-12T11:09:00.007+02:002008-11-23T16:13:57.339+01:00Nuestro mundo<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SPCQXlMMNoI/AAAAAAAAApA/LfnkUc4lvZc/s1600-h/400px-Playa_de_Usgo_en_Miengo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255859499936003714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SPCQXlMMNoI/AAAAAAAAApA/LfnkUc4lvZc/s400/400px-Playa_de_Usgo_en_Miengo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><div style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 55px"><br /><object height="55" width="220"><param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=1101100&colorBackground=0x006699&textColor1=0xFFFFFF&colorVolume=0x666600&autoplay=0"><embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=1101100&colorBackground=0x006699&textColor1=0xFFFFFF&colorVolume=0x666600&autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></div></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">Un <span style="color:#009900;">m</span>u<span style="color:#009900;">n</span>d<span style="color:#009900;">o</span> en el que derribamos las <span style="color:#cccccc;">fronteras</span><br /><br />un <span style="color:#ffcc00;">campo de oro</span> sin cercas<br /><br />de a<span style="color:#ff6600;">r</span><span style="color:#ffff00;">c</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">o</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">i</span><span style="color:#333399;">r</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">i</span>s <span style="color:#33ccff;">verdi</span><span style="color:#009900;">azules</span> del revés,<br /><br />formando <span style="color:#ffccff;">sonrisas</span>...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Un <span style="color:#00cccc;">m</span>u<span style="color:#00cccc;">n</span>d<span style="color:#00cccc;">o</span> en el que las <span style="color:#ffffff;">nubes</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">se convierten</span> en improvisados lechos<br /><br />de amor... de <span style="color:#ffcccc;">pequeñas muertes</span>,<br /><br />que agitan <span style="color:#3333ff;">salvajes</span> nuestras sangres.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Un m<span style="color:#33ff33;">u</span>n<span style="color:#33ff33;">d</span>o en el que las <span style="color:#336666;">miradas</span> hablan<br /><br />mientras el <span style="color:#c0c0c0;">tiempo</span> detiene su andadura,<br /><br />y los <span style="color:#ff6666;">silencios</span> no son obstáculos,<br /><br />sino <span style="color:#ff9900;">abrazos </span>que envuelven.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Un m<span style="color:#33ccff;">u</span>n<span style="color:#33ccff;">d</span>o en el que las heridas se lamen y acunan,<br /><br />y hay un <span style="color:#33ffff;">océano salado</span> que las cicatriza<br /><br />porque el <span style="color:#cc6600;">dolor</span> se muestra<br /><br />para que las olas lo lleven lejos, <span style="color:#663366;">al olvido</span>...<br /><br /><br /><br />Un <span style="color:#99ff99;">m</span>u<span style="color:#99ff99;">n</span>d<span style="color:#99ff99;">o</span> en el que la <span style="color:#99ff99;">lluvia</span> son tus besos,<br /><br />y el <span style="color:#99ffff;">aire</span> que te eleva mis caricias,<br /><br />donde hay <span style="color:#ffffcc;">tres </span>lunas pícaras mirando,<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">mientras nos amamos</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />Un <span style="color:#99ffff;">m</span>u<span style="color:#99ffff;">n</span>d<span style="color:#99ffff;">o</span> en el que no hay <span style="color:#ffff99;">sueños</span> por cumplir,<br /><br />ni <span style="color:#66ff99;">suerte </span>que desear, ni secretos por ocultar...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">nuestra realidad</span>, fruto de tus entrañas y las mías,<br /><br />nuestra libertad, grito salvaje <span style="color:#ff99ff;">sin etiquetas</span>.<br /><br /><br /><br />Un <span style="color:#66cccc;">m</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">u</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">n</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">d</span><span style="color:#66cccc;">o </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">como desees</span>,<br /><br />al que hoy añadimos <span style="color:#00cccc;">potros</span> cabalgando por la orilla,<br /><br />y mañana <span style="color:#ffff66;">estrellas rojas</span> cantando ópera,<br /><br />un mundo de quita y pon, <span style="color:#339999;">tuyo y mío</span>, amor.<br /><br /><br /><br />Y ahora, deja que <span style="color:#999900;">las notas</span> que como hojas<br /><br />caen de los <span style="color:#ffcc99;">árboles</span> de nuestro mundo,<br /><br /><span style="color:#66cccc;">penetren</span> nuestros sentidos<br /><br />y nos hagan danzar a su son... <span style="color:#ff6600;">juntos</span>.<br /></div></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SO0roKYmelI/AAAAAAAAAow/KXDb9CRVFFw/s1600-h/Cheek-to-Cheek+Maggie+Heinzel+Neel.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254904309193538130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SO0roKYmelI/AAAAAAAAAow/KXDb9CRVFFw/s400/Cheek-to-Cheek+Maggie+Heinzel+Neel.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#663300;">... y hay más... más a <span style="color:#cc0000;">sumar</span>, pero eso queda para nosotros...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/10/dar.html"><br />Enlace (este post empezó en Haciendo Camino): Dar</a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-2701114594034648569?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com56tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-80182827529878167572008-09-21T09:11:00.004+02:002008-10-12T13:19:05.322+02:00Ven<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SNU5oDezk2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/d0vhK7GjDmk/s1600-h/_____by_idontknowupeople.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248164301062247266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SNU5oDezk2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/d0vhK7GjDmk/s400/_____by_idontknowupeople.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><div style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 55px"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9900;">______ de Idontknowupeople<br /></span></div></div><br /><p align="center"><object height="55" width="220"><param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=12544&colorBackground=0x000000&textColor1=0xFF9900&colorVolume=0xFFCC00&autoplay=0"><br /><embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=12544&colorBackground=0x000000&textColor1=0xFF9900&colorVolume=0xFFCC00&autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"><br /><br /></p></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Ven a dormir conmigo:<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">no haremos el amor,<br />él nos hará...<br />Julio Cortázar<br /><br />Este post comenzó en</span><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/09/el-avin.html"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">: El avión</span></a></p><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-8018282752987816757?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com51tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-7888043420274164602008-07-29T21:11:00.002+02:002008-08-23T22:59:35.745+02:00El encuentro<div align="justify"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SI714TVGKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/7EBfC7eDthE/s1600-h/432.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228386565033961730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SI714TVGKQI/AAAAAAAAAdE/7EBfC7eDthE/s400/432.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ccffff;"><br /><br /><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="360" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJ2bpRWYylXbvUHauIWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/Notting%2520Hill%2520-%2520Ronan%2520Keating%2520-%2520When%2520You%2520Say%2520Nothing%2520At%2520All.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#99FFFF;player_text:#999900;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span>Encontró su ingenuidad maltrecha, herida, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">hecha jirones, sucia y descosida.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">La contempló con tristeza. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Quizás era el momento de despedirse de ella,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">de abandonarla a su suerte.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Hacía ya tiempo que debía haberlo hecho.<br /><br /></div><p align="center"></span><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SI707q_R5lI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IQnCWc3Ejfg/s1600-h/438.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228385523412887122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SI707q_R5lI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IQnCWc3Ejfg/s400/438.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#999900;">Nunca había sido una buena costurera,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">pero decidió remendarla.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">Lo que quedaba de ingenuidad</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">se había apoderado de nuevo de ella,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">haciéndola creer que aquello era posible.<br /></span><span style="color:#999900;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">En el horizonte, un barco se alejaba navegando...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">por la orilla, ella se alejaba caminando,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#999900;">con su ingenuidad a cuestas, vestida de esperanza.</span><br /></p><div align="center">*<br /><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-bsqueda.html"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Comienzo de este post: La búsqueda<br /></div></span></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#ccffff;">Fotos: Eugenio Recuenco</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-788804342027416460?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com83tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-76177439934010201382008-07-24T00:01:00.002+02:002008-07-29T22:06:37.387+02:00La leona<span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SIb69GJap6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/z4b6dNYNGOQ/s1600-h/Meta-mor-emphasis,+Duy+Huyhn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226140345139111842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SIb69GJap6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/z4b6dNYNGOQ/s400/Meta-mor-emphasis,+Duy+Huyhn.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;">Meta-mor-emphasis, de Duy Huyhn </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"><br /></span><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3LzdXZpZXZy9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvQXZu5SZmF2c5RHdptmL3d3d/Brokeback%2520Mountain%2520-%2520The%2520Wings.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#CC3300;player_text:#9999FF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br />"Aquello que puedes hacer, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">o sueñas que puedes hacer, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">comiénzalo. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">La audacia tiene genio, </span></div><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><div align="center">poder y magia"<br /><br />Goethe </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Enlace: </span><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/07/el-viento-bajo-sus-alas.html"><span style="color:#006600;">El viento bajo sus alas</span></a></div><div align="center"></span></div><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-7617743993401020138?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-68972997574964335182008-07-09T00:01:00.004+02:002008-07-23T21:16:50.629+02:00La niña bonita<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">* </div></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"></span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SHKLSFbGfWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qawqwN3w90Q/s1600-h/The_Optimistic_Gardener_Duy+Huynh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220388060885581154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SHKLSFbGfWI/AAAAAAAAAZk/qawqwN3w90Q/s400/The_Optimistic_Gardener_Duy+Huynh.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;">The optimistic gardener , Duy Huynh</span></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc33;"><div align="center"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvEzZvxmYu8WakFmcvMWazVXbvInZuUWZyZmLhlmbyFmblRWZk52btVGb/A%2520Narnia%2520Lullaby.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#999999;player_text:#993300;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">Hombre y pájaro<br />pájaro y hombre<br />luz en sus miradas:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">anhelan sus almas...<br />raíces que aullan </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;">a la tierra fértil<br />que aguarda impaciente<br />al novio añorado.</span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Savia que sabía,<br />sabía la savia,<br />bullía entre anillos<br />respiraba airada<br />buscando el agua<br />que apaciguara su sed<br />que vistiera de verde<br />la naturaleza apagada.</span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span>Unión consumada,<br />de tierra y savia,<br />esperanza colmada<br />de pájaro y hombre,<br />lava roja que asciende<br />roja lava que inunda<br />lava roja que brota<br />y reverdece los corazones.<br /><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/07/un-nuevo-mundo.html"><span style="color:#666666;">Enlace: Un nuevo mundo</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-6897299757496433518?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-15182371251593172812008-06-17T22:11:00.004+02:002008-06-23T00:04:33.083+02:00Quiero ser<span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SFbdpp7MKhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8HZLUJ5iHrc/s1600-h/10472_500.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212597326426417682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SFbdpp7MKhI/AAAAAAAAAXM/8HZLUJ5iHrc/s400/10472_500.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;">Ilustración: Rebecca Dautremer </span></div><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc99;"><div align="center"><div align="center"></span></div></div><br /><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="290" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9Sdo5yd15icvRXYj9GbkJ3bjVmc/Susheela%2520Raman%2520-%2520What%2520Silence%2520Said.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#336666;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>Quiero ser...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#990000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>la lágrima que se columpia en tus pestañas<br /><br />el aire que mece tus cabellos<br /><br />la tierra que anida en tus uñas,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>jardinero de siete mares,<br /><br />y la emoción que cala tu alma.<br /><br /><br />Quiero ser...<br /><br />sinfonía suave que penetra tus sentidos<br /><br />almohada en la que reposen tus sueños<br /><br />las manos que arrullan tu tiempo,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><br />navegante de mis silencios,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#990000;"><strong><div align="center"><br />y el hielo que calma tus heridas.<br /><br /><br />Quiero ser...<br /><br />la caricia invisible de cada mañana<br /><br />el beso que no abandona tus labios<br /><br />la imagen que guarda tu retina,</div><div align="center"><br />alfarero de ilusiones,<br /><br />y el mar en que te sumerjas.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Quiero, no quiero, si quiero...<br /><br />te quiero<br /><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-marioneta-y-el-almirante.html"><span style="color:#990000;">Enlace: La marioneta y el almirante</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-1518237125159317281?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com57tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-86270295409137501882008-05-28T00:01:00.007+02:002008-06-12T15:08:34.117+02:00Un trozo de vida<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*<br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SDwmvqsHj9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uuXwPiRIM68/s1600-h/JG74~The-Sower-c-1888-Posters.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205077869688491986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/SDwmvqsHj9I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uuXwPiRIM68/s400/JG74~The-Sower-c-1888-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">The</span> <span style="color:#009900;">sow</span><span style="color:#ff9900;">er,</span> <span style="color:#9999ff;">Vin</span><span style="color:#009900;">cent</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">Van</span> </span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#9999ff;">Gogh<br /></span><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5iel12bnpXYpRmLsVWduFWb/Joan%2520Manuel%2520Serrat%2520-%2520Aquellas%2520peque%25C3%25B1as%2520cosas.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FFCC33;player_text:#6699CC;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />De vez en cuando la alegría<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><br />tira piedritas contra mi ventana<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />quiere avisarme que esta ahí esperando<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><br />pero me siento calmo<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />casi diría ecuánime<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />voy a guardar la angustia en un escondite<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />y luego a tenderme la cara al techo<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><br />que es una posición gallarda y cómoda<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />para filtrar noticias y creerlas<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />quien sabe donde quedan mis próximas huellas<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />ni cuando mi historia va a ser computada<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />quien sabe que consejos voy a inventar aún<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><br />y qué atajo hallare para no seguirlos<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />esta bien no jugare al desahucio<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />no tatuaré el recuerdo con olvidos<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />mucho queda por decir y callar<br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><br />y también quedan uvas para llenar la boca<br /></span><span style="color:#9999ff;"><br />esta bien me doy por persuadido<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br />que la alegría no tire mas piedras<br /></span><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />abriré la ventana. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Ma<span style="color:#009900;">rio</span> <span style="color:#9999ff;">Be</span>ne<span style="color:#ffcc00;">de</span></span><span style="color:#009900;">tti</span><br /><br /><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-trozo-de-vida.html"><span style="color:#009900;">Enlace: </span><span style="color:#009900;">Un trozo de vida</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-8627029540913750188?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-41685478414953653482008-05-13T18:40:00.004+02:002008-06-12T15:11:13.119+02:00Carta desde el abismo<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"></span><a href="http://www.almagnus.com/galeries/photos/galc4/56C.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.almagnus.com/galeries/photos/galc4/56C.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: Al Magnus</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="400" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZugXeyVme/Jean-Paul%2520Genre%2520--%2520Inner%2520Silence%2520Part1.mp3.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FF6666;player_text:#CC33CC;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br />De pronto le envolvió el silencio. </div></span></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#333399;">silencio </span><span style="color:#000000;">************** </span><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="color:#333399;">silencio</span><span style="color:#000000;">*********** </span></span><span style="color:#333399;">silencio</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="color:#000000;">************</span>silencio</span><span style="color:#000000;">************</span> </span><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#333399;">silencio</span><span style="color:#000000;">****************</span> </span></span><span style="color:#333399;">silencio<br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">El hombre, sólo en la habitación, sintió el silencio. Luego, una suave brisa surgida de no se sabe donde le rozó su rostro. Ella de nuevo, estaba seguro. Pero esta vez no se había quedado. El reloj volvió de nuevo a romper el hechizo con su tic-tac. El hombre lo contempló con odio. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Maldito tiempo, maldita distancia. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Pero sabe, lo sabe, que algún día despertará de esta pesadilla.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><div align="center">Y entonces habrá una eternidad para ellos, crearán su eternidad.</span><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;"><br />*</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;">"A menudo, el sepulturero entierra, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;">sin saberlo, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">dos corazones en un mismo ataúd"<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#ccccff;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;">Alphonse de Lamartine<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/04/carta-desde-el-abismo.html">Enlace: Carta desde el abismo</a></span></span></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;">*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-4168547841495365348?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-68446854631247201562008-04-24T18:06:00.008+02:002008-06-12T15:46:18.917+02:00Correspondiendo<span style="color:#000000;">*<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span><span style="color:#ffff33;"></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/RSS/BK70_9700043~Farm-Garden-with-Sunflowers-Posters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/RSS/BK70_9700043~Farm-Garden-with-Sunflowers-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Farm </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Garden</span> <span style="color:#3366ff;">with</span> <span style="color:#ffff66;">Sunflowers, <span style="color:#6666cc;">de</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">Gustav</span> </span><span style="color:#339999;">Klimt</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="400" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9ybpRWYy9icm5SZlJnZuUGbpVmZ/Love%2520Of%2520My%2520Life-Santana.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FF3300;player_text:#339900;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Es mi jardín</span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">un jardín descuidado</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"><br />pero </span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sus desordenadas flores</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">lo llenan de fragancia:</span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#996633;">aromas a canela</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><br />aromas a limón</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#009900;"><br />aromas a menta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">aromas a nomeolvides...</span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#009900;">llegó a él una primavera</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff99ff;">quizás tardía</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></div><span style="color:#ff6600;"><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="left">pero llegó</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff00;">y llegó un sol</span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que acarició con sus rayos...</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">y brotó verde hierba</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#6666cc;">y</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">m</span><span style="color:#009900;">a</span><span style="color:#ffff33;">r</span><span style="color:#ffccff;">i</span><span style="color:#9999ff;">p</span><span style="color:#339999;">o</span><span style="color:#66ffff;">s</span><span style="color:#ccffff;">a</span><span style="color:#ffcc99;">s</span> <span style="color:#66cccc;">de</span> <span style="color:#ffccff;">miles</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">de </span><span style="color:#ccffff;">c</span><span style="color:#ffff99;">o</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">l</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#99ff99;">r</span><span style="color:#ccccff;">e</span><span style="color:#33ff33;">s</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#66cccc;">lo inundaron</span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#cc0000;">rojo,</span> <span style="color:#009900;">verde,</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">amarillo,</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">azul,</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">naranja</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">añil,</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">violeta</span>, <span style="color:#ffffff;">blanco</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">,</span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6666;">todos esos y más</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">y un pequeño manantial</span><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffff66;">brotó</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff66;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">y alivió a la tierra</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#009900;">que lo cubría</span> </span><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">y hasta las piedras</span></p><p align="right"><span style="color:#9999ff;">alzaron su voz para cantar</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#996633;">junto a los pequeños gorriones</span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="color:#009900;">y en el aire...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">magia.</span></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/04/correspondiendo.html"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Enlace: </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;">Correspondiendo</span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-6844685463124720156?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-75033127076014481492008-04-14T00:01:00.006+02:002008-06-12T15:14:51.963+02:00Oscuridad<span style="color:#000000;">*<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span><a href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/OSSHA-00000619-001~Dark-Green-Fritillary-Flying-Towards-Thistle-Posters.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PTGPOD/OSSHA-00000619-001~Dark-Green-Fritillary-Flying-Towards-Thistle-Posters.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">Foto: Dark-Green Fritillary fliying towards thistle, de Alastair Shay</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><span style="color:#009900;"><div align="center"><div align="center"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="380" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvcmcv5ycllXZtkncyVHbi5yZvxmY/Nicole%2520Kidman%2520-%2520One%2520Day%2520I%25B4ll%2520Fly%2520Away.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /></div><div align="center"><br />Día 184:</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><br />Amor, cada día que pasa te echo más de menos.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">También los niños te añoran.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Hay días en que me ahoga la necesidad de verte </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">y tenerte entre mis brazos.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Pero cuando eso me pasa, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">¿sabes?, </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">agarro mis alas y vuelo a tu lado.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Y te veo, y me acurruco a tu vera,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">y dejo que me abraces, y te beso. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Y eso me salva, y eso nos salva. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">Y te espero, porque sé que volverás</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">algún día... algún día.</span></div><p><span style="color:#009900;"></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;">En vano se echa la red ante los ojos de los que tienen alas </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Dedicado a todos los prisioneros: de cuerpo, de mente, o lo que es peor, de espíritu. </span></p></span><p align="center"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/04/la-oscuridad.html"><span style="color:#009900;">Enlace: Oscuridad</span></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-7503312707601448149?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-5891340989158566782008-03-28T12:09:00.008+01:002008-06-12T14:44:14.301+02:00Papel<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs20/300W/i/2007/289/a/9/Paper_Boat_by_Isdelth.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs20/300W/i/2007/289/a/9/Paper_Boat_by_Isdelth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5iblVWdxV2ZhRHbvZHanlGa/Cocorosie%2520-%2520The%2520sea%2520is%2520calm.mp3.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#0066FF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">... y se hicieron a la mar<br /><br /><br />en su frágil barco del papel<br /><br /><br />no les importaba<br /><br /><br />pues se sabían fuertes<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">durmieron durante el día<br /><br /><br />y navegaron en la noche<br /><br /><br />y juntos contemplaron<br /><br /><br />lunas y estrellas<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">celosa la mar<br /><br /><br />se revolvió contra ellos<br /><br /><br />y llegó la tempestad<br /><br /><br />a golpearles con su ira<br /></span><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cccccc;">más no se amilanaron<br /><br /><br />no vacilaron sus mentes<br /><br /><br />fuerte se abrazaron<br /><br /><br />a la espera de la calma<br /></div></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#993399;">ella apaciguó su ira<br /><br /><br />contra aquellos valientes<br /><br /><br />y escondido en una botella<br /><br /><br />les hizo llegar su mensaje<br /><br /></span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">"Creer que es posible<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#66ffff;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">es tener la mitad del éxito.<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">Imposible es el refugio<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cccccc;">de los cobardes.<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">Lo que ahoga a alguien<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;">no es caerse al mar<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">sino mantenerse sumergido" </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><br /></div></span><p align="center"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/03/papel.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"><br />Enlace: Papel<br /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#66ffff;">Mensaje formado con citas de Eugene Ware, Napoleón Bonaparte y Paulo Coelho<br /></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"><br />Ilustración: Paper boat de Isdelth</span></p><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-589134098915856678?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com55tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-68177406086842038032008-03-17T12:09:00.006+01:002008-07-30T23:32:54.699+02:00Amigos<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span><a href="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs7/p/2005/197/e/e1a160e6f0a0f55a.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc03.deviantart.com/fs7/p/2005/197/e/e1a160e6f0a0f55a.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"> A path to walk de Kedralynn</span></div><br /><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9ibpBXZ6FWak9meuVmYvUHauIWZ3VWZyZmL3d3d/ELVIS%2520PRESLEY%2520-%2520BRIDGE%2520OVER%2520TROUBLED%2520WATERS%2520%25281%2529.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FFCCCC;player_text:#339999;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed></div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">Puente sobre aguas turbulentas de Simon y Garfunkel</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Cuando estés abrumado y te sientas pequeño</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">cuando haya lágrimas en tus ojos, </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo las secaré todas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">estoy a tu lado.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Cuando las circunstancias sean adversas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">y simplemente no encuentres amigos</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo me desplegaré</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo me desplegaré</span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Cuando te sientas deprimido y extraño</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">cuando te encuentres perdido</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">cuando la noche caiga sin piedad</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo te consolaré</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo estaré a tu lado</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Cuando llegue la oscuridad</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">y te envuelvan las penas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo me desplegaré</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo me desplegaré</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Navega, muchach@ platead@, navega</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">ha comenzado a brillar tu estrella</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">todos tus sueños se verán colmados</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">mira cómo resplandecen</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"></span></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">Si necesitas un amigo,</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">yo navego tras de ti</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">aliviaré tu mente</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">como un puente sobre aguas turbulentas</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;">aliviaré tu mente.<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/03/amigos.html"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"><br />Enlace: amigos</span></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-6817740608684203803?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-50786585758123923492008-03-11T10:06:00.010+01:002008-06-12T14:02:31.635+02:00Pequeñas alteraciones<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"></span><div align="center"><a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/116/6/2/To_wish_impossible_things_by_MiaWallace_1978.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs6/i/2005/116/6/2/To_wish_impossible_things_by_MiaWallace_1978.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;">Foto: To wish impossible things, de Mia Wallace</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="280" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=18yck5WdvN3Ln9Gbi5ybpRWYy9icn5ycn5WaoRXL0J3boNnL3d3d/Rachael%2520Yamagata%2520-%2520I%2520Wish%2520You%2520Love.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FFFFCC;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">No esperes a que el viento lo haga por tí:</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sopla, vamos, sopla</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y pide ese deseo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">hoy es el día</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">...<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">hoy es el día</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">en que se cumple</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">tu deseo imposible</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">sopla</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y créetelo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y luego, si quieres,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">dímelo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">al oído</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y yo te susurraré</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">el mío.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/03/pequeas-alteraciones.html"><br /><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Enlace: Pequeñas alteraciones</span></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-5078658575812392349?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com41tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-89363397721702516812008-02-24T18:06:00.009+01:002008-06-12T15:18:34.442+02:00Uhuru<span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/171/f/4/africana_by_laila_90.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc05.deviantart.com/fs16/f/2007/171/f/4/africana_by_laila_90.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;">Africana, de Laila </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"><br /></span><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="320" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9yZvxmYu8WakFmcvInZuUWZyZmLzlmYlRXYnF2Z/if%2520i%2520know%2520a%2520song%2520of%2520africa.rbs&colors=body:#FF3300;border:#CCCC66;button:#99FFFF;player_text:#1C1C1C;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FF3300" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><p></p><p align="justify"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">"Cultivamos el trigo,<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;">y ellos nos dan el maíz;<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Horneamos el pan,<br /></span><span style="color:#ffffcc;">y nos dan el mendrugo; </span></span></p><span style="color:#ffffcc;"><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#999900;">Cribamos la harina,<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">y nos dan la cáscara;<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Pelamos la carne,<br /></span><span style="color:#66cccc;">y nos dan la piel; </span></span><span style="color:#66cccc;"><br /></div></span><span style="color:#66cccc;"><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffcc;">Y de esta forma,<br /></span><span style="color:#999900;">nos van engañando.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">No más migajas de maíz</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">para mí, no más, no más,<br /></span></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#66cccc;">No más latigazos del</span> <span style="color:#ffffcc;">amo para mí, no más no</span> <span style="color:#999900;">más..."</span><br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><br />(Canción de esclavos africanos)<br /></span><br /></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/02/uhuru.html"><span style="color:#66cccc;">Enlace:</span><strong> <span style="color:#ff6600;">Uhuru</span> </strong></a></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#cccccc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">(libertad)<br /></span></p></span></div><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">*<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-8936339772170251681?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com34tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-10538220127232895842008-02-16T18:06:00.009+01:002008-07-30T23:59:56.360+02:00Ojos tristes<span style="color:#000000;">+<br />*</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"></span><a href="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs15/300W/i/2006/354/1/b/La_rose_by_Etoile06.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://tn3-1.deviantart.com/fs15/300W/i/2006/354/1/b/La_rose_by_Etoile06.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Foto: La rosa, de Etoile</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3Ln9Gbi9icm5ybuFWasxWYndmL3d3d/Vangelis%2520Main%2520Theme%2520From%2520Missing.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#FFCC66;player_text:#FF9966;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /></span></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">La rosa había florecido por fín. </span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Él se agachó, y retiró el pelo con el que</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">el viento se empeñaba en tapar sus ojos tristes. </span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pero ella ya no estaba allí. </span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">El </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">viento le susurró</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">"ahora es mía,</span></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">quédate tú con tu</span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"><strong>rosa</strong></span></a>".<br /></div></span></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">*</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-1053822012723289584?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-26899922285971983552008-02-10T00:01:00.004+01:002008-06-12T15:49:07.381+02:00A duo<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"></span><a href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/103/a/e/Wrapped_up_in_You_by_ArtphotogAK.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/103/a/e/Wrapped_up_in_You_by_ArtphotogAK.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;">Wrapped up in You, de ArtphotogAK </span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div align="center"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="320" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5ybhtWYsFmY/Janis%2520Joplin%2520%2526%2520Jimi%2520Hendrix%2520-%2520Summertime%2520%2528live%2529.mp3.rbs&colors=body:#080808;border:#080808;button:#FFCCCC;player_text:#FFCCCC;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#080808" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Ella ................. </span><span style="color:#cccccc;">El</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Llévame contigo</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...Te llevo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">allá donde quiera que vayas...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">lejos</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">seré tú</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...somos alas de libertad</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">no te molestaré...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">nunca me has molestado</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">tan sólo respiraré,</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">....necesito tu aliento</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">en silencio...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">tu silencio me calma</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">y te miraré,</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...siempre te veo</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">contemplaré y adoraré...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">te necesito tanto...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">cada uno de tus movimientos</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...soy sólo para tí</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">porque son la vida...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">regazo en el que sueño</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">de la que me alimento</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...dulce locura</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">así que, ...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">así que,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">llévame contigo</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">...estás en mí,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffcccc;">allá donde quiera que vayas....</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">te llevo.</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">A duo...</span><span style="color:#cccccc;">vertical u horizontal</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/02/duo.html"><span style="color:#ffcccc;"><br />Enlace:</span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">A duo</span></a></span></div><br /><span style="color:#000000;">*</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-2689992228597198355?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com50tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-78294277208099694372008-01-08T18:06:00.005+01:002008-07-21T15:31:31.483+02:00Rayando el sol<div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*</span><br /></div><a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/179/d/a/Planet_Earth_by_CommanderZ.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs11/i/2006/179/d/a/Planet_Earth_by_CommanderZ.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#000099;"></span><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;">Planet Earth, de Commander Z<br /></p></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong><p align="center"><br /><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#000000" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=0vMHZuV3bz9SYuFWTgUGZgI3bqVWTvM3bpRWYS9icm5SZlJnZuEWaj5WYyZmYldXYuFWb/Rayando%2520el%2520sol.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#3300FF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><br /></p><p align="center">Rayando el sol...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">ella se baja del coche.</span></p></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Y se da la vuelta, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>pues quiere mirarle por última vez. </strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sus miradas se reconocen de nuevo....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>y él le susurra: "te tengo atrapada,</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>entre mi piel y mi alma", </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>mientras la canción </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>se despide de ellos.</strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>El la ve marchar.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sabe que es un cobarde. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Sabe que pagará por ello. </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Y maldice al tiempo, </strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>ese gran manipulador,</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>porque no le permitió conocerla primero.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Le maldice</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>por haber llegado demasiado tarde. </strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>El sol, ajeno, o quizás no,</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>le acaricia con sus rayos.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2008/01/rayando-el-sol.html"><span style="color:#3333ff;">Enlace:</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">Rayando el sol</span></a></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000000;">*</span></strong></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-7829427720809969437?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com59tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-11979096278307335182007-12-28T00:01:00.008+01:002008-06-12T13:20:03.753+02:00Hoy sí es Navidad<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*<br /></span><div align="center"><embed id="radioblog_player_-1" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="410" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=-1&filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen2?u=2wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LpRXZnlGbvInZuUWZyZmLvRmelZne/Ligeti%2520-%2520Violin%2520Concerto-%25202.%2520Aria%252C%2520Hoquetus%252C%2520Choral.%2520Andante%2520con%2520moto.rbs&colors=body:#000000;border:#000000;button:#66FFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#000000" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/183/c/e/O_Poder_de_uma_Lagrima_by_RayquazaSakuraKatana.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs18/f/2007/183/c/e/O_Poder_de_uma_Lagrima_by_RayquazaSakuraKatana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><br />No te dejes vencer por el desaliento.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><br />No permitas que nadie te quite </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />el derecho a expresarte,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><br />que es casi un deber.</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />No dejes nunca de soñar,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><br />porque en sueños es libre el hombre.</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><br />No caigas en el peor de los errores:</span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />el silencio.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />La mayoría vive en un silencio espantoso.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />No te resignes.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Huye.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />"Emito mis alaridos por los techos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />de este mundo"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />(Walt Whitman)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />Foto: O poder do uma lagrima, de RaikuazaSakurakatana</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ffff;"><br /><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoy-s-es-navidad.html"><span style="color:#33ffff;"><br />Enlace:</span><span style="color:#66ffff;"> </span><span style="color:#33ffff;">Hoy sí es Navidad</span></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-1197909627830733518?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com46tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5451803195671401313.post-9046057094364793282007-12-17T00:01:00.003+01:002008-06-12T13:18:45.071+02:00El príncipe desencantado<span style="color:#000000;">*<br />*<br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/R2LC2DBHyYI/AAAAAAAAADc/JvaCQYeLY3k/s1600-h/Flor+Lucia+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143887958189263234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jCscKrxTDyQ/R2LC2DBHyYI/AAAAAAAAADc/JvaCQYeLY3k/s400/Flor+Lucia+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> Foto: Ñoco le Bolo, de </strong></span><a href="http://ovnm.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>O.V.N.M.<br /></strong></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Enlace: </span><a href="http://carlota-haciendocamino.blogspot.com/2007/12/el-prncipe-desencantado.html"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">El príncipe desencantado</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">*</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5451803195671401313-904605709436479328?l=wearelookingfor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Carlotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02494214494397848643noreply@blogger.com13