<?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-2413060820702884128</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:30:45.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAUBO</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>137</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-157601021649155662</id><published>2012-02-16T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T16:30:45.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo solo se</title><content type='html'>&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Corrí a buscarte, pero llegaste antes a donde yo estaba. Tenía tantas cosas que decir, pero de mi boca no brotaron las palabras. Disculpa, tal vez esperabas algo más elaborado. Yo solo se que te amo. No tengo otra razón para amar que amarte a ti. ¿Qué quieres que te diga además de que te amo, si lo que quiero que sepas es que a pesar de todo, aún te amo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-157601021649155662?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/157601021649155662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/02/yo-solo-se.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/157601021649155662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/157601021649155662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/02/yo-solo-se.html' title='Yo solo se'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4528649458809519193</id><published>2012-02-15T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T09:36:22.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Con ella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52DdbWgIDIU/TzvtCT4dbLI/AAAAAAAAAww/l4m11cQ-Y-8/s1600/15199717461852176_uELUuAKp_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52DdbWgIDIU/TzvtCT4dbLI/AAAAAAAAAww/l4m11cQ-Y-8/s320/15199717461852176_uELUuAKp_c.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Con ella, cada lagrima era una ola grande de agua salada.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Con ella, escapaban las horas sin darse cuenta de que pasaban&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Con ella, la vida misma tenia un aroma a madrugada&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Con ella no era apostar, era vivir, era arriesgar.&lt;br /&gt;Con ella siempre fue desde un principio, a todo o nada.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;con ella. &lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4528649458809519193?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4528649458809519193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/02/con-ella.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4528649458809519193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4528649458809519193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/02/con-ella.html' title='Con ella'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-52DdbWgIDIU/TzvtCT4dbLI/AAAAAAAAAww/l4m11cQ-Y-8/s72-c/15199717461852176_uELUuAKp_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8832555681373530959</id><published>2012-01-20T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T12:26:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te quiero y ya</title><content type='html'>con el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y41Fo3ruanI/TxnN4jcl6FI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OElI37ErV0I/s1600/pain%252Covid%252Cquote%252Cdp%252Cmine%252Cquotes-4222587038cc35b35590b92519bb9502_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y41Fo3ruanI/TxnN4jcl6FI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OElI37ErV0I/s320/pain%252Covid%252Cquote%252Cdp%252Cmine%252Cquotes-4222587038cc35b35590b92519bb9502_h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;si tuviese que describirlo ahora&lt;br /&gt;sería con el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;me agarraría de él&lt;br /&gt;y sólo así, &lt;br /&gt;con los ojos más abiertos&lt;br /&gt;ambos pies en el suelo&lt;br /&gt;tendría que decirte que....&lt;br /&gt;todo este embrollo fue culpa de ese momento&lt;br /&gt;ese instante fugaz y a la vez tan perpetuo&lt;br /&gt;en que pronunciaste te quiero&lt;br /&gt;el mismo que me hizo tomar un avión&lt;br /&gt;por pensar que de frente es mejor&lt;br /&gt;de frente es más sincero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú llegaste puntual&lt;br /&gt;mi vuelo estaba a destiempo&lt;br /&gt;ayer se nos fue...&lt;br /&gt;hoy tampoco te veo&lt;br /&gt;el futuro sabe a aún te espero... &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8832555681373530959?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8832555681373530959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-quiero-y-ya.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8832555681373530959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8832555681373530959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/te-quiero-y-ya.html' title='Te quiero y ya'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Y41Fo3ruanI/TxnN4jcl6FI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OElI37ErV0I/s72-c/pain%252Covid%252Cquote%252Cdp%252Cmine%252Cquotes-4222587038cc35b35590b92519bb9502_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7194887298248787799</id><published>2012-01-01T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:32:22.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving</title><content type='html'>I hated myself for always leaving.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I be the type of person who stays?&lt;br /&gt;The one who waits patiently&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The one who sets free, the one who forgets&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn't I&amp;nbsp; be inmune to change?&lt;br /&gt;The one&amp;nbsp; who doesn't fight, the one who's always right&lt;br /&gt;but baby, I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;and I'm not saying it's your fault&lt;br /&gt;let's be honest, truth is&lt;br /&gt;Time was never on our side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days you , you go often to the park &lt;br /&gt;you're holding someone else´s hand...&lt;br /&gt;while I'm hoping, I'm truly hoping&lt;br /&gt;you are happy now... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7194887298248787799?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7194887298248787799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaving.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7194887298248787799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7194887298248787799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/leaving.html' title='Leaving'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3455345620476379584</id><published>2012-01-01T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T20:05:27.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuve miedo</title><content type='html'>Recuerdo que llegamos a ese sitio. Recuerdo sentir una loca y desesperada urgencia de marcharme. Recuerdo que era casi media noche. Recuerdo que era peligroso y que hacía frío. Yo te dije que no tardaba, que me dejaras ir sola. Tu cara de confusión, no logró convencerme.&lt;br /&gt;Caminé por varias cuadras. Recuerdo que hubo un momento en el que tuve miedo, pero seguí hasta donde vi un poco de luz. Ordené lo único que tenían en el menú. Hamburguesa sin catsup, sin cebolla.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo que el señor aquél me miraba. Yo no paraba de hablar. Pareciera como si el hablar con ese extraño, me calmaba la angustia que tú no pudiste detectar. Recuerdo que había un carro estacionado. Me contó que estaba ahí, hacía días y que nadie lo había reclamado. Recuerdo imaginar, que tenía un cuerpo dentro. Dije gracias y me dirigí hacia el bar, donde tú estabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6DEPGTXl4/TwEs-IVga4I/AAAAAAAAAec/xhPhHq_1H5s/s1600/zoeey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6DEPGTXl4/TwEs-IVga4I/AAAAAAAAAec/xhPhHq_1H5s/s320/zoeey.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recuerdo que corriste hacia mi, y me gritaste. No podías comprender mis repentinas&amp;nbsp;huidas. Tú estabas temblando. Lo siento, siempre dependí de la amabilidad de los extraños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3455345620476379584?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3455345620476379584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuve-miedo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3455345620476379584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3455345620476379584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2012/01/tuve-miedo.html' title='Tuve miedo'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ri6DEPGTXl4/TwEs-IVga4I/AAAAAAAAAec/xhPhHq_1H5s/s72-c/zoeey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6480912460403773646</id><published>2011-12-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:32:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>she always knew</title><content type='html'>siempre lo supo, siempreél estaba de pasoen la vida de ellaella creía en la ficciónaferrándose a su corazón&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iayKP17cNE/Tv31qt0pTrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/URCb-rGaG2M/s1600/from-2694c2efcad928864f4f4cea5b023deb_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="369" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iayKP17cNE/Tv31qt0pTrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/URCb-rGaG2M/s400/from-2694c2efcad928864f4f4cea5b023deb_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;con toditas sus fuerzasuna noche, una noche cualquierasu amor la hizo pedazosal filo de unas tijerasya no hay dolor, ya no hayella siempre lo supo, siempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6480912460403773646?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6480912460403773646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-always-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6480912460403773646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6480912460403773646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/she-always-knew.html' title='she always knew'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4iayKP17cNE/Tv31qt0pTrI/AAAAAAAAAdo/URCb-rGaG2M/s72-c/from-2694c2efcad928864f4f4cea5b023deb_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8318497717056321760</id><published>2011-12-30T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T09:08:19.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Find me</title><content type='html'>hey babe, please close your eyesthis might sound weirdbut think of a lineit can be white, red, or maybe purplethis line is anything but straightimagine turns,bumps but no stopsno matter how complicated the road gets the line will never stopuntil it finds me...until it reaches you.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qOe6mBO_OQ/Tv3v_XC0sKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5NPu2MQImrs/s1600/way.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qOe6mBO_OQ/Tv3v_XC0sKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5NPu2MQImrs/s400/way.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8318497717056321760?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8318497717056321760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8318497717056321760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8318497717056321760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/find-me.html' title='Find me'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qOe6mBO_OQ/Tv3v_XC0sKI/AAAAAAAAAdc/5NPu2MQImrs/s72-c/way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5032431527471868302</id><published>2011-12-26T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T11:34:27.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The stars</title><content type='html'>I remember calling you randomly. I remember it was hard for me to talk slowly when all I wanted was for you to follow my weird instructions. I remember you smiling, I couldn't see you, but somehow I could hear your smile. I remember you being crazy, but so was I.  Me:"Hey babe! Open your window and look at the sky"you: "mmm what? hahaah mmm ok" :)me: "do you see all those stars? the way they're so bright without competing with each other, without expecting to receive a reward for providing such spectacle. Babe, don't you find it amazing? the way they never get tired of shining? There's the moon you know?, but the stars are so busy doing their own thing, they don't have time for jealousy. And they enjoy it, sometimes they dance. They hold each other's hands and form constellations. baby, that's how I love you. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkIegkFegZc/TvjMPB-UjZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iN7LviF-6H4/s1600/stars.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="391" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkIegkFegZc/TvjMPB-UjZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iN7LviF-6H4/s400/stars.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5032431527471868302?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5032431527471868302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5032431527471868302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5032431527471868302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/stars.html' title='The stars'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkIegkFegZc/TvjMPB-UjZI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/iN7LviF-6H4/s72-c/stars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5961591023705559758</id><published>2011-12-13T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T20:09:09.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A descansar</title><content type='html'>Tengo que confesar que me ha costado regresar a este sitio. Para empezar, por alguna razón no podía ingresar y para ser sincera tampoco lo he intentado realmente. Siento que estas publicaciones pertenecen a alguien más. Por un lado, la persona que fuimos ya no me acecha. Después de muchos años, puedo decir sin que me tiemblen los labios que somos amigos.Hoy, se que el amor que siento por él nunca va a desaparecer. Con el paso del tiempo,he podido entender que aquél que vino después, me dio la fuerza para decirle que no y ponerle fin a &lt;i&gt;nuestra&lt;/i&gt; historia. Definitivamente ya no somos la persona que fuimos y me equivoqué con el hombre que llamé futuro. Por primera vez, vivo el momento sin sufrir por lo ocurrido ni añorar lo que vendrá. He dejado ir, ya puedo descansar. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8l8MqBw7x18/TughWmxExtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/s-BqRvdr_S0/s1600/suenio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="382" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8l8MqBw7x18/TughWmxExtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/s-BqRvdr_S0/s400/suenio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5961591023705559758?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5961591023705559758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/descansar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5961591023705559758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5961591023705559758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/12/descansar.html' title='A descansar'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8l8MqBw7x18/TughWmxExtI/AAAAAAAAAdE/s-BqRvdr_S0/s72-c/suenio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-9057469635118783336</id><published>2011-10-17T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T10:35:57.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your face</title><content type='html'>and I knew they would askdissapointment...mmm thats not what my heart feltplease excuse mewhile I'm trying to forget there's sadness in your facebut I'm not moved I can't help myself from looking forwardand you are not there...you are not there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-9057469635118783336?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/9057469635118783336/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-face.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9057469635118783336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9057469635118783336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-face.html' title='Your face'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5011015498304604811</id><published>2011-10-13T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T14:48:30.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My treasure</title><content type='html'>then it happensand sometimes no matter how hard you tryyou can't recall exactly the moment  &lt;i&gt;"he"&lt;/i&gt; became a memoryit was probably when you finally accepted to go on a date with someone elsehesitation or not...and perhaps even a weird mix of excitement, fear and happinessor maybe when you found yourself daydreaming with the cute guy you encounter everyday at the elevatoryeah...the one you used to ignore...he's now here..and he's starring at youthen something wonderful happens in your lifeand you no longer have to fight that stupid urge to call himsame thing when you are feeling awfully sad...chocolate will do just finewhen someone you love becomes a memory...&lt;i&gt;and boy....did I love him!!!&lt;/i&gt;that memory becomes a treasure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5011015498304604811?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5011015498304604811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5011015498304604811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5011015498304604811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-treasure.html' title='My treasure'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4490013876197278309</id><published>2011-10-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:52:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Oh baby...Just when you thought you got me all figured outAutumn is here nowand &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyB_I5g_nmw/TpXh7PscNbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ul5P_lE3TW8/s1600/autumn%252Chd%252Cwallpaper-724184748c53e56058e2db063279c44b_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyB_I5g_nmw/TpXh7PscNbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ul5P_lE3TW8/s400/autumn%252Chd%252Cwallpaper-724184748c53e56058e2db063279c44b_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I find myself talking to strangerssinging songs that I once wrote for youI'm sorry babeseasons change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4490013876197278309?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4490013876197278309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/oops.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4490013876197278309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4490013876197278309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lyB_I5g_nmw/TpXh7PscNbI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ul5P_lE3TW8/s72-c/autumn%252Chd%252Cwallpaper-724184748c53e56058e2db063279c44b_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-922596411915176483</id><published>2011-10-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T08:35:47.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy no</title><content type='html'>Ya no importaba...Los días pasaban y yo estaba cada vez más convencida de que las cosas más interesantes sucedían justo cuando menos lo esperamos. Cuando estabas en la fila en el cine, al sacarle punta al lápiz, cruzando la calle para tomar el bus. Y así fue, justo cuándo comenzaba a creer que la vida comenzaba a estancarse....¡boom!  Mira cómo mueve las hojas, el viento. Eso es lo que siento. Fuerte y luego lento. Ya no tengo miedo, no puedo detenerlo. No me voy a limitar. No me voy a resistir. Hoy no.&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2Ui9ZwQV3g/TpMQx4SkNPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aimAKQIDFJA/s1600/love%252Cquote%252Cwish%252Cyou-df9a9963942b083d70ee5ee60c09410a_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="323" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2Ui9ZwQV3g/TpMQx4SkNPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aimAKQIDFJA/s400/love%252Cquote%252Cwish%252Cyou-df9a9963942b083d70ee5ee60c09410a_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-922596411915176483?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/922596411915176483/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoy-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/922596411915176483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/922596411915176483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/hoy-no.html' title='Hoy no'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2Ui9ZwQV3g/TpMQx4SkNPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/aimAKQIDFJA/s72-c/love%252Cquote%252Cwish%252Cyou-df9a9963942b083d70ee5ee60c09410a_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3679287931114470968</id><published>2011-10-04T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T15:59:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tantas cosas que hay que hacercon esto que me bailaba por dentrocomo hornear un pastelo escribir un cuentoTantas cosas que hay por hacercon lo que una vez soñécomo ir a Italiao besarte lentoTantas cosas  que hay para haceren un día como aquelloscomo pasear en treno vivir el momentoTantas cosas, y sin embargoa pesar, y así deprontodecidí guardarlo allí donde nadie lo pueda verdonde ya no haga dañoHay quienes dicen que te mueres cuando dejas de sentir, ¿yo? Yo voy a vivir para siempre. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjNftPDR-M/TozhXRJ9--I/AAAAAAAAAbU/VAFGtBpuXUU/s1600/maria.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="307" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjNftPDR-M/TozhXRJ9--I/AAAAAAAAAbU/VAFGtBpuXUU/s400/maria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3679287931114470968?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3679287931114470968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/tantas-cosas-que-hay-que-hacer-con-esto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3679287931114470968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3679287931114470968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/10/tantas-cosas-que-hay-que-hacer-con-esto.html' title=''/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hyjNftPDR-M/TozhXRJ9--I/AAAAAAAAAbU/VAFGtBpuXUU/s72-c/maria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1850791466560529565</id><published>2011-09-30T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T08:50:52.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we lost in the fire</title><content type='html'>Isn't it funny how many things, if not said immediately, seem not worth saying at all? Like somehow with the passage of time, they lose importance. Later that day, I got to thinking about life and how each chapter introduces new characters. There will be main characters and others that you wont even notice.  And some of them at some point, will stop featuring in your story. It doesnt mean that y&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8bMTlqGVY/Tox80OSzaMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/U17G8aoWTaE/s1600/future.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8bMTlqGVY/Tox80OSzaMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/U17G8aoWTaE/s400/future.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;ou forget about them or you love them less. I like to think that some things have to happen in order for them to reappear, some characters show up again and  theycome back stronger. Some others don't, and all there's left to do is wish them luck on their new journey. Good luck loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1850791466560529565?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1850791466560529565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-we-lost-in-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1850791466560529565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1850791466560529565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-we-lost-in-fire.html' title='Things we lost in the fire'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1x8bMTlqGVY/Tox80OSzaMI/AAAAAAAAAa0/U17G8aoWTaE/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-178943542728175406</id><published>2011-09-30T09:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:49:18.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De nuevo por primera vez</title><content type='html'>Soñé que te encontraba de nuevo..por primera vez. Recuerdo que estaba a punto de ponerme de pie para saludarte, pero justo en ese momento "otra yo" me detenía. Me obligaba a quedarme quieta y continuar con lo que estaba haciendo, cualquier cosa que fuera. Ahora ya no lo recuerdo.Pero esa "otra yo" me notaba intranquila, veía como me temblaban las piernas y como trataba de ignorarte en vano. Entonces me tomaba de la mano y me sacaba de ahí, como para librarme de ese tormento. Ese tormento, en el que el tiempo parece transcurrir demasiado lento y la lista de opciones de lo que podríamos hacer o no hacer se presenta frente a nostros nublandonos la vista. Me llevó a un bar, nos sentamos por horas, conversamos sobre lo mucho que me había dolido todo, cúanto te iba a amar. Pude ver que un día tanto amor ya no cabría en mi, que un día nos volveríamos tres. Escuchaba mis risas, percibí lo mucho que iba a sentir por ti, leí lo que más tarde te escribiría, ví nuestra despedida. Pedí dos tragos más y corrí a buscarte. Te besé de nuevo por primera vez. Aún sabiendo todo.Al besarte,  mi corazón perdió la memoria. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXHwxs8VPZU/ToXncCsvYCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/I06ATHvfXM4/s1600/abbey%252Clee%252Ckershaw%252Cb%252Cw%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cfashion%252Cmodel%252Cphotography-ce97eb7262544e8b0f63711e34f753b4_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="380" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXHwxs8VPZU/ToXncCsvYCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/I06ATHvfXM4/s400/abbey%252Clee%252Ckershaw%252Cb%252Cw%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cfashion%252Cmodel%252Cphotography-ce97eb7262544e8b0f63711e34f753b4_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-178943542728175406?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/178943542728175406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-nuevo-por-primera-vez.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/178943542728175406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/178943542728175406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/de-nuevo-por-primera-vez.html' title='De nuevo por primera vez'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qXHwxs8VPZU/ToXncCsvYCI/AAAAAAAAAaU/I06ATHvfXM4/s72-c/abbey%252Clee%252Ckershaw%252Cb%252Cw%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cfashion%252Cmodel%252Cphotography-ce97eb7262544e8b0f63711e34f753b4_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-287708145313824860</id><published>2011-09-28T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:02:06.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the person we were</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxf6V98nczo/Tozh5XkbzJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/twIPJWWfR2A/s1600/buy%252Ccant%252Cbuy%252Ccant%252Cgo%252Cback%252Ccant%252Crewind%252Ccheat%252Ctime%252Chuman-b6ffd25926cd28faeedfdaeb4fce7060_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxf6V98nczo/Tozh5XkbzJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/twIPJWWfR2A/s400/buy%252Ccant%252Cbuy%252Ccant%252Cgo%252Cback%252Ccant%252Crewind%252Ccheat%252Ctime%252Chuman-b6ffd25926cd28faeedfdaeb4fce7060_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was planning to tell you...Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to swallow my pride&lt;br /&gt;and say dont leave me honey&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to see my face &lt;br /&gt;and remember those days&lt;br /&gt;but baby...this time I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please do not get me wrong&lt;br /&gt;being with you still feels like home&lt;br /&gt;but the love I was once had for you&lt;br /&gt;is gone...&lt;br /&gt;you knew it when you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;noticed the way I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;is not the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-287708145313824860?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/287708145313824860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/person-we-were.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/287708145313824860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/287708145313824860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/person-we-were.html' title='the person we were'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxf6V98nczo/Tozh5XkbzJI/AAAAAAAAAbc/twIPJWWfR2A/s72-c/buy%252Ccant%252Cbuy%252Ccant%252Cgo%252Cback%252Ccant%252Crewind%252Ccheat%252Ctime%252Chuman-b6ffd25926cd28faeedfdaeb4fce7060_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3662826839247160308</id><published>2011-09-12T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T12:25:55.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah and other crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6_Mr2MAxzY/Tm5cvE7-2PI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aXV9uJFIWy4/s1600/bored%252Cgirl%252Cvintage-7351cc8aeea5283df5051029c8edeeff_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6_Mr2MAxzY/Tm5cvE7-2PI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aXV9uJFIWy4/s400/bored%252Cgirl%252Cvintage-7351cc8aeea5283df5051029c8edeeff_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651556546245482738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I think about it. I have never given much importance to the niceties in a man(for that matter anyone). The extra sweet behavior, courtesy, chivalry, and all that banal talk about how he is all for equality of women, how he opens the door and walks on the other side of the street, how he is so charming, honest and all that crap. &lt;br /&gt;That wont impress me. Really. So..yeah dont bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you say something original, something which will make me sit up and notice you, which will hit me as a new wave of thought, then I can be your slave(that's exaggeration) lol but you'll have my attention...my undivided attention for that particular moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awe-inspiring for me. Then I would want to know every bit of you...You will start to doubt if being spontaneous and laying your cards on the table was a good idea to begin with. But it will be too late. My curiosity has been triggered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will ask lots of questions. I will put you against the wall and look at you...trying not to blink. Off course I dont mean it literally. I only get aggresive when confronted and it takes a lot for me to get to that point. To actually feel that its worth arguing. These days I just let it slip and keep walking. Im finally starting to learn how to choose my battles wisely. &lt;br /&gt;It was about time...I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3662826839247160308?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3662826839247160308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/blah-blah-and-other-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3662826839247160308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3662826839247160308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/blah-blah-and-other-crap.html' title='Blah Blah and other crap'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W6_Mr2MAxzY/Tm5cvE7-2PI/AAAAAAAAAaM/aXV9uJFIWy4/s72-c/bored%252Cgirl%252Cvintage-7351cc8aeea5283df5051029c8edeeff_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4215057853519652626</id><published>2011-09-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:57:38.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SnzLIbaC9t4/TmqLy4aP37I/AAAAAAAAAaE/a_4s1qSW8-g/s1600/couple%252Clove%252C%252C%252Clife%252Cromance%252Csweet-71c901be01fb6500af4a8e024fbc35a6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SnzLIbaC9t4/TmqLy4aP37I/AAAAAAAAAaE/a_4s1qSW8-g/s400/couple%252Clove%252C%252C%252Clife%252Cromance%252Csweet-71c901be01fb6500af4a8e024fbc35a6_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650482388741906354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly there is no need for music&lt;br /&gt;lunch could probably wait a little more&lt;br /&gt;time seems to go faster and then slow&lt;br /&gt;cupid has been doing his job &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada de lo que hice fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;cada te amo&lt;br /&gt;every word I wrote&lt;br /&gt;nada que hiciste fue en vano&lt;br /&gt;you blew me away&lt;br /&gt;when you said hello&lt;br /&gt;everything was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and nothing hurt :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4215057853519652626?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4215057853519652626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/gone.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4215057853519652626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4215057853519652626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SnzLIbaC9t4/TmqLy4aP37I/AAAAAAAAAaE/a_4s1qSW8-g/s72-c/couple%252Clove%252C%252C%252Clife%252Cromance%252Csweet-71c901be01fb6500af4a8e024fbc35a6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3469115419024636737</id><published>2011-09-09T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T16:04:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your name</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maeINPMpApY/ToziZKrWOqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kGuS84IMUc4/s1600/stuff%252Cfamily%252Cinspiration%252Cphotography%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cboy-2667696620d01c90c37d40666dc72bc2_h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maeINPMpApY/ToziZKrWOqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kGuS84IMUc4/s400/stuff%252Cfamily%252Cinspiration%252Cphotography%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cboy-2667696620d01c90c37d40666dc72bc2_h.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;dropped me off at the airport&lt;br /&gt;gave me a kiss and watched me walk away&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt look back&lt;br /&gt;oh how I wish I had!&lt;br /&gt;but I didnt know&lt;br /&gt;it was the last time&lt;br /&gt;I was ever going to see you babe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will forget about Luna Park&lt;br /&gt;I will forget we were ever there&lt;br /&gt;all those memories will soon be erased&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where Im going&lt;br /&gt;but something tells me Im on my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3469115419024636737?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3469115419024636737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-name.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3469115419024636737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3469115419024636737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-name.html' title='Your name'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-maeINPMpApY/ToziZKrWOqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/kGuS84IMUc4/s72-c/stuff%252Cfamily%252Cinspiration%252Cphotography%252Cblack%252Cand%252Cwhite%252Cboy-2667696620d01c90c37d40666dc72bc2_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-443822808726049347</id><published>2011-09-08T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:30:52.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La verdad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHm3UyDuZz8/TmjfmfZPyvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BdNjir5zlTM/s1600/kiss%252Cblack%252Cwhite%252Cboy%252Ccouple%252Cgirl%252Csmile-cedd27351bbe478453a60cbc9c4ebcf4_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHm3UyDuZz8/TmjfmfZPyvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BdNjir5zlTM/s400/kiss%252Cblack%252Cwhite%252Cboy%252Ccouple%252Cgirl%252Csmile-cedd27351bbe478453a60cbc9c4ebcf4_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650011584891702002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te miro y ya no dudo&lt;br /&gt;estoy dispuesta a todo&lt;br /&gt;y TODO para mi encierra&lt;br /&gt;no exigirte nada&lt;br /&gt;nada...más allá de lo que puedas dar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tú me entregas tanto&lt;br /&gt;¿que tanto es esto en tu memoria?&lt;br /&gt;un chicle masticado sabe a gloria&lt;br /&gt;si es que viniera de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no creas en mis palabras...&lt;br /&gt;son a veces tan tontas&lt;br /&gt;digo tanto...y digo nada&lt;br /&gt;cree en mis ojos..siempre dicen la verdad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-443822808726049347?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/443822808726049347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-verdad.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/443822808726049347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/443822808726049347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-verdad.html' title='La verdad'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hHm3UyDuZz8/TmjfmfZPyvI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BdNjir5zlTM/s72-c/kiss%252Cblack%252Cwhite%252Cboy%252Ccouple%252Cgirl%252Csmile-cedd27351bbe478453a60cbc9c4ebcf4_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2025897713730909614</id><published>2011-09-06T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T08:36:00.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music playing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIvCGU2fujk/TmY92_pe0II/AAAAAAAAAZg/UUokBWrIn1U/s1600/lovely%252Cballons%252Chot%252Cair%252Cnostalgia%252Cold-8dc79a0017c9fb0c92660cf9dc8d645c_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIvCGU2fujk/TmY92_pe0II/AAAAAAAAAZg/UUokBWrIn1U/s400/lovely%252Cballons%252Chot%252Cair%252Cnostalgia%252Cold-8dc79a0017c9fb0c92660cf9dc8d645c_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649270797590515842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"somewhere...there's music playing"&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces no puedas oír&lt;br /&gt;darling, ya no te esfuerces&lt;br /&gt;un día de repente cuando ya no lo esperes&lt;br /&gt;el sonido podrás percibir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo ya no quiero despertar de esta orgía&lt;br /&gt;me envuelve y me marea hasta gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y es que ultimamente me soprende&lt;br /&gt;to see you everyday...cada vez más&lt;br /&gt;out of my heart&lt;br /&gt;tal cual...y frente a mi&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay decoraciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te miro y te archivo en el "ya no será"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2025897713730909614?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2025897713730909614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/music-playing.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2025897713730909614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2025897713730909614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/music-playing.html' title='Music playing'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIvCGU2fujk/TmY92_pe0II/AAAAAAAAAZg/UUokBWrIn1U/s72-c/lovely%252Cballons%252Chot%252Cair%252Cnostalgia%252Cold-8dc79a0017c9fb0c92660cf9dc8d645c_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-491002382681036789</id><published>2011-09-05T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:46:08.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7DaVVBCBnI/TmTgqgocnKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hXrKwNadbag/s1600/imgthe%252520lovely%252520bones3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7DaVVBCBnI/TmTgqgocnKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hXrKwNadbag/s400/imgthe%252520lovely%252520bones3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648886853548154018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange the memories we keep... I remember being asked to set the table. I remember frowning. There was something my mom used to say. If you are going to do something, do it well. If not, then just drop it. &lt;br /&gt;Thats one of the most important lessons I learned from her, and thats the way its been for me, when it comes to work, relationships, etc. &lt;br /&gt;And Im not saying this will solve everything. You might still get hurt, people might not appreciate what you do for them but in the end, you know you gave it your best, and for me thats always been enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-491002382681036789?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/491002382681036789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/strange.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/491002382681036789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/491002382681036789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/09/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_7DaVVBCBnI/TmTgqgocnKI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hXrKwNadbag/s72-c/imgthe%252520lovely%252520bones3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-429405694517001140</id><published>2011-08-31T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:29:13.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TTYL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UOxi0a0cE8/Tl5FMFPniaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ct8DjVWbwbk/s1600/creative%252Csmth%252Cinspiration-9622e3d41bb74c80f2610ba037193bf9_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UOxi0a0cE8/Tl5FMFPniaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ct8DjVWbwbk/s400/creative%252Csmth%252Cinspiration-9622e3d41bb74c80f2610ba037193bf9_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647027056637610402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que vivo en estos días me trae una felicidad diferente...&lt;br /&gt;y no me quejo...al contrario hace mucho que no vivía esto&lt;br /&gt;esta nueva oleada...es más real..es más mía...&lt;br /&gt;ya no me siento ansiosa...ya no siento que se me va a escapar&lt;br /&gt;como un globo entre las manos&lt;br /&gt;es una felicidad que si bien no me pica entre las piernas&lt;br /&gt;me llena el pecho y me hace plena&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí a darle la bienvenida al amor tal y como lo merece&lt;br /&gt;con manteles largos, alfombra roja y música de fondo&lt;br /&gt;a disfrutarlo mientras estaba conmigo&lt;br /&gt;pero también a dejarlo ir cuando llegaba el momento&lt;br /&gt;ya es hora...te veo luego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-429405694517001140?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/429405694517001140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/ttyl.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/429405694517001140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/429405694517001140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/ttyl.html' title='TTYL'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4UOxi0a0cE8/Tl5FMFPniaI/AAAAAAAAAZE/ct8DjVWbwbk/s72-c/creative%252Csmth%252Cinspiration-9622e3d41bb74c80f2610ba037193bf9_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8721612338307201868</id><published>2011-08-30T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T16:36:59.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No lo creo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq5clpR7ODE/Tl1zg2o8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WTxu5AsYsqE/s1600/e518fbe84468342bbbc867961f7645e1_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq5clpR7ODE/Tl1zg2o8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WTxu5AsYsqE/s400/e518fbe84468342bbbc867961f7645e1_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646796516052723298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pude habérselo dicho&lt;br /&gt;ahora que lo pienso&lt;br /&gt;no me costaba nada&lt;br /&gt;un par de palabras más&lt;br /&gt;tal vez algunos gestos&lt;br /&gt;tan solo eso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pude habérselo dicho &lt;br /&gt;ahora que lo pienso&lt;br /&gt;que me besó, que fui suya&lt;br /&gt;6 palabras simples&lt;br /&gt;pero capaces..quizás&lt;br /&gt;de amortiguar hasta su enorme ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pude habérselo dicho&lt;br /&gt;pero ni eso alcanzaría a describir&lt;br /&gt;lo que hizo conmigo&lt;br /&gt;lo que borró su recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;no me besó, no sólo me hizo suya&lt;br /&gt;sino grabó su nombre en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puede habérselo dicho&lt;br /&gt;pero pensándolo bien&lt;br /&gt;no lo creo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8721612338307201868?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8721612338307201868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-lo-creo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8721612338307201868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8721612338307201868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/no-lo-creo.html' title='No lo creo'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nq5clpR7ODE/Tl1zg2o8ZmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/WTxu5AsYsqE/s72-c/e518fbe84468342bbbc867961f7645e1_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6196262515919503386</id><published>2011-08-24T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T07:31:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4i1F7X2n4r8/Tl5FwG6ip5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Axe3bHiT-WA/s1600/feathers%252Cfrench%252Ctattoo%252Cfeather%252Ctattoo%252Cbw%252Cfeather-b7d7c473c27680e7f059452c5ffb14f6_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4i1F7X2n4r8/Tl5FwG6ip5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Axe3bHiT-WA/s400/feathers%252Cfrench%252Ctattoo%252Cfeather%252Ctattoo%252Cbw%252Cfeather-b7d7c473c27680e7f059452c5ffb14f6_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647027675561371538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me siento como boba &lt;br /&gt;imaginando tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;pero qué puedo hacer?&lt;br /&gt;yo siempre he sido así&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escucho sus deseos&lt;br /&gt;no logro entenderlo&lt;br /&gt;anhelan poder o dinero&lt;br /&gt;yo solamente pido &lt;br /&gt;un día volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miro la gente pasar&lt;br /&gt;y solamente pienso&lt;br /&gt;que tienen esas manos&lt;br /&gt;que a pesar del tiempo&lt;br /&gt;mi amor...aún te siento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y cuando se de ti&lt;br /&gt;esa cosa rara &lt;br /&gt;se apodera de mi cara&lt;br /&gt;me hace tan feliz&lt;br /&gt;pinta una risa larga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy es un día normal&lt;br /&gt;no tengo planes más tarde&lt;br /&gt;sólo te quiero pensar&lt;br /&gt;y esperar a que en sueños me hables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6196262515919503386?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6196262515919503386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/boba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6196262515919503386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6196262515919503386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/08/boba.html' title='Boba'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4i1F7X2n4r8/Tl5FwG6ip5I/AAAAAAAAAZM/Axe3bHiT-WA/s72-c/feathers%252Cfrench%252Ctattoo%252Cfeather%252Ctattoo%252Cbw%252Cfeather-b7d7c473c27680e7f059452c5ffb14f6_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3446460802602570847</id><published>2011-06-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:59:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>I don't want to be a memory&lt;br /&gt;someone you remember once in a while&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one you are with&lt;br /&gt;not the one you left behind&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be just a picture&lt;br /&gt;something to look at when you are sad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3446460802602570847?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3446460802602570847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3446460802602570847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3446460802602570847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/06/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6458391338809641763</id><published>2011-06-10T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:57:54.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donde estabas tú?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3QDNqQPtVA/TfMD3QgyugI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LN2XEyVi4PI/s1600/cartoon%252Clove-8aa6f1771c3e6c2725bd7921974879cd_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 365px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3QDNqQPtVA/TfMD3QgyugI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LN2XEyVi4PI/s400/cartoon%252Clove-8aa6f1771c3e6c2725bd7921974879cd_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616837408121338370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quisiera sacarlo también de mi&lt;br /&gt;tengo miedo de que algún día se apodere de mis acciones&lt;br /&gt;que mis palabras sean las de él&lt;br /&gt;que te diga que ya no&lt;br /&gt;sin ser yo la que lo siente así&lt;br /&gt;miedo de no volver a sentir lo que sentí...cuando estuve junto a ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6458391338809641763?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6458391338809641763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/06/donde-estabas-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6458391338809641763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6458391338809641763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/06/donde-estabas-tu.html' title='Donde estabas tú?'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-j3QDNqQPtVA/TfMD3QgyugI/AAAAAAAAAYs/LN2XEyVi4PI/s72-c/cartoon%252Clove-8aa6f1771c3e6c2725bd7921974879cd_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-265241152333368764</id><published>2011-05-27T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T09:37:15.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRSwpMYWJI/TeZqtZlmjNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9cYDrSDgEXs/s1600/choochoo%252Ctrains%252Cfog%252Cnature%252Ctrain%252Ccoal-b03c04edf01141a76db1d791341169a2_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRSwpMYWJI/TeZqtZlmjNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9cYDrSDgEXs/s400/choochoo%252Ctrains%252Cfog%252Cnature%252Ctrain%252Ccoal-b03c04edf01141a76db1d791341169a2_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613291313759161554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the bus I didn't take&lt;br /&gt;the letter I wrote and forgot to send&lt;br /&gt;the words I meant but could never say&lt;br /&gt;the one I missed&lt;br /&gt;because I was busy missing someone else&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-265241152333368764?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/265241152333368764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-chance.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/265241152333368764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/265241152333368764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-chance.html' title='Another chance'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qCRSwpMYWJI/TeZqtZlmjNI/AAAAAAAAAYg/9cYDrSDgEXs/s72-c/choochoo%252Ctrains%252Cfog%252Cnature%252Ctrain%252Ccoal-b03c04edf01141a76db1d791341169a2_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7337006249012842342</id><published>2011-05-05T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:54:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAtk7kZnHBU/TcMAc5IvdyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BElF0vAKgSs/s1600/3392211052_2d843ab301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAtk7kZnHBU/TcMAc5IvdyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BElF0vAKgSs/s400/3392211052_2d843ab301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603322857752852258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with you...my brain was calm&lt;br /&gt;almost sleeping...as if I didn't have to think much&lt;br /&gt;words came out pretty easily...&lt;br /&gt;no need for pretending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7337006249012842342?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7337006249012842342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/05/with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7337006249012842342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7337006249012842342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/05/with-you.html' title='With you'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OAtk7kZnHBU/TcMAc5IvdyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BElF0vAKgSs/s72-c/3392211052_2d843ab301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6081675531282710718</id><published>2011-04-25T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:00:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDVNLHIG8I/TbXg5pVDAMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FB1tWs5rT3Y/s1600/tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDVNLHIG8I/TbXg5pVDAMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FB1tWs5rT3Y/s400/tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599628992656376002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo así le pasaba...justo cuando le daba un descanso a su mente y dejaba de pensarlo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6081675531282710718?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6081675531282710718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/trees.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6081675531282710718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6081675531282710718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QsDVNLHIG8I/TbXg5pVDAMI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/FB1tWs5rT3Y/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4332659347569001231</id><published>2011-04-17T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:42:03.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqun1ORny7I/Taukcp6mY6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/9jyNAHvl3Sk/s1600/photography%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Ca%252Clittle%252Csomething%252Cto%252Cremember%252Cm%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Cgirl-95e385242b0dfc01ebebf91b7f2533ba_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqun1ORny7I/Taukcp6mY6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/9jyNAHvl3Sk/s400/photography%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Ca%252Clittle%252Csomething%252Cto%252Cremember%252Cm%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Cgirl-95e385242b0dfc01ebebf91b7f2533ba_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596747774132904866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo sólo quiero que recargues tu oído en mi corazón...&lt;br /&gt;no es necesario nada más...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4332659347569001231?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4332659347569001231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4332659347569001231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4332659347569001231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rqun1ORny7I/Taukcp6mY6I/AAAAAAAAAYI/9jyNAHvl3Sk/s72-c/photography%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Ca%252Clittle%252Csomething%252Cto%252Cremember%252Cm%252Cgoodbye%252Ckiss%252Cgirl-95e385242b0dfc01ebebf91b7f2533ba_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7140861378063131354</id><published>2011-04-17T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:18:14.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF89Z4WTfNc/TaufTtAwbUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qTzIyY6GF8I/s1600/composition%252Ccreativity%252Cinspiration%252Cmanipulation%252Cphotography%252Cpretty-7607b448d8becbd8e8772380b5777129_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF89Z4WTfNc/TaufTtAwbUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qTzIyY6GF8I/s400/composition%252Ccreativity%252Cinspiration%252Cmanipulation%252Cphotography%252Cpretty-7607b448d8becbd8e8772380b5777129_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596742122787073346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was waiting...&lt;br /&gt;days passed...and she just waited there&lt;br /&gt;for something... perhaps someone (if she was lucky enough)&lt;br /&gt;who could handle the outrageous amounts of love she had within her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7140861378063131354?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7140861378063131354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7140861378063131354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7140861378063131354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF89Z4WTfNc/TaufTtAwbUI/AAAAAAAAAYA/qTzIyY6GF8I/s72-c/composition%252Ccreativity%252Cinspiration%252Cmanipulation%252Cphotography%252Cpretty-7607b448d8becbd8e8772380b5777129_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5011720774227846513</id><published>2011-04-10T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T19:33:41.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfairly beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU8JNElKUwY/TaJoaX2PFnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bqewb1W3VqQ/s1600/The_Longing_by_Dr4kon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU8JNElKUwY/TaJoaX2PFnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bqewb1W3VqQ/s400/The_Longing_by_Dr4kon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594148489434961522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To her he seemed so attractive, incredibly charming...&lt;br /&gt;She couldn't conceive the idea of him walking down the street everyday without being harrased or chased by someone...who was trying to rip his clothes off.&lt;br /&gt;that's just how much she desired him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5011720774227846513?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5011720774227846513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/unfairly-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5011720774227846513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5011720774227846513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/unfairly-beautiful.html' title='Unfairly beautiful'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jU8JNElKUwY/TaJoaX2PFnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/bqewb1W3VqQ/s72-c/The_Longing_by_Dr4kon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2635437849421432522</id><published>2011-04-09T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T09:46:22.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6q_xlYPp0g/TaCG4PjloBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RBArmYJtRZk/s1600/banana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6q_xlYPp0g/TaCG4PjloBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RBArmYJtRZk/s400/banana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593619038000750610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized...I was doing something I hated so much for him...&lt;br /&gt;and so I thought this is what it means to be in love...&lt;br /&gt;it makes you do crazy things, weird things, &lt;br /&gt;Things in a million years you'd never see yourself do. &lt;br /&gt;But there you are doing them... can't help it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2635437849421432522?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2635437849421432522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/stupid-bananas.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2635437849421432522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2635437849421432522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/stupid-bananas.html' title='Stupid bananas'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m6q_xlYPp0g/TaCG4PjloBI/AAAAAAAAAXw/RBArmYJtRZk/s72-c/banana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5090643148088505653</id><published>2011-04-02T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T22:32:30.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi cuerpo después de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUoeXFDFeVM/TZgGaetv5xI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VVMVFrZcuEM/s1600/boy%252Cbw%252Ccloser%252Ccouple%252Cface%252Cgirl-90262c44a5644d7ea6e1d282ca864b59_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUoeXFDFeVM/TZgGaetv5xI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VVMVFrZcuEM/s400/boy%252Cbw%252Ccloser%252Ccouple%252Cface%252Cgirl-90262c44a5644d7ea6e1d282ca864b59_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591225989371782930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esos ojos que eran grandes y jugaban a evadir tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;y que a la vez parecían minúsculos cuando recién despertaba&lt;br /&gt;los mismos ojos que al alejarse se llevaron tu imagen grabada&lt;br /&gt;son los que se expanden y brillan si acaso alguien te nombraba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esa piel que se encendía cuando te sentía cerca&lt;br /&gt;y que temblaba cuando fallaba en su intento de controlar la faena&lt;br /&gt;la misma piel que era inocente y sin embargo bastante obscena&lt;br /&gt;me cuesta creer que es la que hoy...al recordar se vuelve plena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esos pechos que en tu boca encontraron refugio&lt;br /&gt;y que fueron víctimas del llamado ¨efecto mercurio¨&lt;br /&gt;los mismos pechos que aún sueñan con un diluvio tuyo&lt;br /&gt;y me dicen que te esperan en forma de murmullo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y así cada poro...cada célula...viva o muerta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5090643148088505653?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5090643148088505653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/mi-cuerpo-despues-de-ti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5090643148088505653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5090643148088505653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/04/mi-cuerpo-despues-de-ti.html' title='Mi cuerpo después de ti'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uUoeXFDFeVM/TZgGaetv5xI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VVMVFrZcuEM/s72-c/boy%252Cbw%252Ccloser%252Ccouple%252Cface%252Cgirl-90262c44a5644d7ea6e1d282ca864b59_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2591713989975374931</id><published>2011-03-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T11:34:35.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k04iza0u8v0/TY-DJGdmRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Tao5_rfiRKw/s1600/words%252Cgirl%252Cwater%252Cwind%252Cconstant%252Cillustration-fdbeee32d178e20d9c33fcccf278e571_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k04iza0u8v0/TY-DJGdmRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Tao5_rfiRKw/s400/words%252Cgirl%252Cwater%252Cwind%252Cconstant%252Cillustration-fdbeee32d178e20d9c33fcccf278e571_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588829854966892306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidentemente...hay días sencillos&lt;br /&gt;me dejo llevar y disfruto el camino&lt;br /&gt;días en que despierto mojada en recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que ayer soñé contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay días en que estando lejos&lt;br /&gt;me hace falta tan sólo una persona&lt;br /&gt;and yet sometimes it feels...&lt;br /&gt;like I'm missing the whole universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdona si le llamo amor antes de tiempo&lt;br /&gt;I know I was supposed to wait a little more&lt;br /&gt;que tal vez no era la forma ni el momento&lt;br /&gt;I just hope someday I get what I'm wishing for...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2591713989975374931?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2591713989975374931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-days.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2591713989975374931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2591713989975374931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k04iza0u8v0/TY-DJGdmRxI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Tao5_rfiRKw/s72-c/words%252Cgirl%252Cwater%252Cwind%252Cconstant%252Cillustration-fdbeee32d178e20d9c33fcccf278e571_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5720363154058223289</id><published>2011-03-20T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:55:53.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZujvQ_OYnU/TYbaN70s9MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ze9b4czfypQ/s1600/multitud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZujvQ_OYnU/TYbaN70s9MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ze9b4czfypQ/s400/multitud.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586392320731575490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impulsos que se vuelven palabras&lt;br /&gt;palabras condensadas en recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;recuerdos transformados en ideas&lt;br /&gt;ideas que construyen pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;pensamientos que se pierden en el viento&lt;br /&gt;la brisa que viaja y te acaricia el pecho&lt;br /&gt;te daría el cielo, te regalaría el mar&lt;br /&gt;entre la multitud yo te volvería a encontrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5720363154058223289?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5720363154058223289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/03/already-there.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5720363154058223289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5720363154058223289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/03/already-there.html' title='Already there'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZujvQ_OYnU/TYbaN70s9MI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/ze9b4czfypQ/s72-c/multitud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3939152660959011968</id><published>2011-02-24T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T13:57:13.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo al viento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orQYD8KzOec/TWbUM47xtoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/p3M3Czv_N9M/s1600/when_i__m_not_there_by_00alina00-d34mml9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orQYD8KzOec/TWbUM47xtoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/p3M3Czv_N9M/s400/when_i__m_not_there_by_00alina00-d34mml9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577378506451564162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay tantas cosas que quisiera darte &lt;br /&gt;el camino hasta ti, te confieso no ha sido fácil&lt;br /&gt;voy tejiendo en mi mente un millón de excusas&lt;br /&gt;tropiezo y me doy cuenta que llevo &lt;em&gt;las manos vacías&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay tanto que quisiera darte&lt;br /&gt;una canción, un poema, una flor&lt;br /&gt;que te haga recordarme&lt;br /&gt;pero la carta está en blanco&lt;br /&gt;la flor todavía es un botón&lt;br /&gt;esa melodía no tiene sentido ni son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entrelazo un listón, coloco un hilo más, le ato moños de color y brillantes para decorar...me enredo en las dudas, me pierdo en mis miedos, me persiguen los fantasmas y me asaltan los recuerdos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué llevo &lt;strong&gt;las manos vacías&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entonces me detengo...levanto la vista y ya estás frente a mí&lt;br /&gt;mis mejillas están frías, me tiemblan las piernas...no se que decir&lt;br /&gt;he caminado tanto para llegar aquí&lt;br /&gt;si me miras despacio...mis manos &lt;em&gt;ya no son las mismas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3939152660959011968?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3939152660959011968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiempo-al-viento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3939152660959011968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3939152660959011968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/tiempo-al-viento.html' title='Tiempo al viento'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-orQYD8KzOec/TWbUM47xtoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/p3M3Czv_N9M/s72-c/when_i__m_not_there_by_00alina00-d34mml9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2377857101362789487</id><published>2011-02-21T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T13:24:51.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLECcBeZD0w/TWLYHmvITGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uLX_SyODVqY/s1600/accident.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLECcBeZD0w/TWLYHmvITGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uLX_SyODVqY/s400/accident.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576256913807002722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ese día que te fuiste...&lt;br /&gt;una parte de mi se quedó en pausa...&lt;br /&gt;la otra mitad caminaba fingiendo que no pasaba nada&lt;br /&gt;ese día que me quedé aquí...&lt;br /&gt;una parte de ti se quedó parada...&lt;br /&gt;la otra mitad vagaba repitiéndose que la vida continuaba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy estamos juntos de nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;me abrazas presionando "play" otra vez&lt;br /&gt;ya no somos dos...ni 3...ya somos cuatro&lt;br /&gt;tantos años...y pareciera que fue ayer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2377857101362789487?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2377857101362789487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/ayer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2377857101362789487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2377857101362789487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/ayer.html' title='Ayer'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PLECcBeZD0w/TWLYHmvITGI/AAAAAAAAAXA/uLX_SyODVqY/s72-c/accident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1815126382293219540</id><published>2011-02-18T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T16:09:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZRI9uhB7fE/TV8KST-9uBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7fHsBpFg1n0/s1600/iphone%252Cipod%252Cscreen-340e1b9fb8b6bdb3b9c3f62c8252bbfe_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZRI9uhB7fE/TV8KST-9uBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7fHsBpFg1n0/s400/iphone%252Cipod%252Cscreen-340e1b9fb8b6bdb3b9c3f62c8252bbfe_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575186173426251794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me regalas un "lo siento"&lt;br /&gt;si es que sin querer me rozas&lt;br /&gt;¡qué frase tan absurda! creo yo&lt;br /&gt;disculparte si me tocas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1815126382293219540?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1815126382293219540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-accident.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1815126382293219540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1815126382293219540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-accident.html' title='Happy accident'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gZRI9uhB7fE/TV8KST-9uBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/7fHsBpFg1n0/s72-c/iphone%252Cipod%252Cscreen-340e1b9fb8b6bdb3b9c3f62c8252bbfe_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7113566161222151424</id><published>2011-02-16T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T15:42:16.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-403Wj5PGzK0/TVxgy2pYhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MPIHgvqRh34/s1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-403Wj5PGzK0/TVxgy2pYhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MPIHgvqRh34/s400/kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574436865556645106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I spoke lines full of love&lt;br /&gt;surrounded by fairytale feelings&lt;br /&gt;I walked straight and slammed doors&lt;br /&gt;the diction was perfect &lt;br /&gt;and my hair was always done&lt;br /&gt;everything felt like a movie...&lt;br /&gt;but there's only one thing&lt;br /&gt;this time I wasn't acting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope you bought your ticket early&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't want you to miss the show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7113566161222151424?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7113566161222151424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/sold-out.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7113566161222151424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7113566161222151424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/sold-out.html' title='Sold out'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-403Wj5PGzK0/TVxgy2pYhPI/AAAAAAAAAWw/MPIHgvqRh34/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7999221323963332146</id><published>2011-02-15T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:17:08.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDjlMA0dVs/TVrDFt4cypI/AAAAAAAAAWo/54x65nfqIMA/s1600/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDjlMA0dVs/TVrDFt4cypI/AAAAAAAAAWo/54x65nfqIMA/s400/falling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573981991807535762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;guess I never really fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;I tripped on my way...and simply fell...&lt;br /&gt;that's all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7999221323963332146?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7999221323963332146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7999221323963332146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7999221323963332146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFDjlMA0dVs/TVrDFt4cypI/AAAAAAAAAWo/54x65nfqIMA/s72-c/falling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1787614915334625872</id><published>2011-02-12T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T16:30:14.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrz3pZ0bUuA/TVclOForpoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tN6eykxIQkU/s1600/lovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrz3pZ0bUuA/TVclOForpoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tN6eykxIQkU/s400/lovers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572963987855484546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sha la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;tarareaba tu melodía&lt;br /&gt;sha la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;cuando ni te conocía&lt;br /&gt;sha la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;caricias hechas poesía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo vengo...vienes...vas&lt;br /&gt;sha la la me confiesas&lt;br /&gt;sin saber cómo o porqué&lt;br /&gt;sha la la depronto me besas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shalala tú y yo sentimos que&lt;br /&gt;aún cuando sucede recién&lt;br /&gt;shala la la no es la primera vez&lt;br /&gt;no lo cuestiones...si siente bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las penas tuyas...me causaron dolor&lt;br /&gt;mis alegrías fueron tu celebración&lt;br /&gt;no entiendo nada pero esto es lo mejor&lt;br /&gt;me picas el ojo...esto ya lo viví yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1787614915334625872?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1787614915334625872/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/tu-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1787614915334625872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1787614915334625872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/tu-beat.html' title='Tu beat'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrz3pZ0bUuA/TVclOForpoI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tN6eykxIQkU/s72-c/lovers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8914389635799677069</id><published>2011-02-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T20:38:46.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS79R-CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ucTxTdmHc9A/s1600/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS79R-CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ucTxTdmHc9A/s400/coffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571544601645414434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS6-EwZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CKuvownDdSs/s1600/bus.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS6-EwZI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/CKuvownDdSs/s400/bus.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571544601380307346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS1IYBEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zn2GPfW2lYE/s1600/sister2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS1IYBEI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Zn2GPfW2lYE/s400/sister2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571544599812899906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaSiXfkAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H94g9FnKbno/s1600/sister.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaSiXfkAI/AAAAAAAAAWA/H94g9FnKbno/s400/sister.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571544594776035330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella lo hace todo deprisa, en un solo intento. Yo soy trocha, lenta y tengo que tratar varias veces para un resultado más o menos decente. Aún recuerdo, los días del colegio. Me sentaba en la cama, a la primera que mi mamá llega a decir "ya es hora" y nos prendía la luz a modo de despertador. Yo me quedaba como congelada en la misma posición por un rato laaaaargooooo. Luego ella se levantaba de un brinco y en una nada estaba lista. Yo igual.&lt;br /&gt;Ella tiene un año y medio más que yo, y si embargo la diferencia parece mucho mayor. Mide 18 centimentros por encima de mi pequeñita figura. Un tipo nos gritó una vez: "lo que a una le falta, le sobra a la otra". Creo que no estaba tan errado.&lt;br /&gt;Tiene un cabello bellísimo, aún mejor que el mío usando extensiones, tintes y demás.&lt;br /&gt;Usa poco maquillaje y su forma de vestir es más bien casual. Siempre he pensado que fue hippie en otra vida. Sabe cocinar y yo tengo problemas encendiendo la estufa.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermana, mi versión en tamaño grande se llama Natalia y odia también su segundo nombre. &lt;br /&gt;Crecimos juntas, durmiendo siempre en camas iguales. Aún hoy, después de tantos años, sigo abriendo los ojos a media noche y la busco. Suena raro, pero verla durmiendo a mi lado me daba tranquilidad.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hermana siempre ha sido más inteligente y lograba estar en el cuadro de honor sin el mínimo esfuerzo. Yo la observaba calladita, mientras hacía las tareas en el camino al colegio o justo antes que tocaran la campana para entrar a clases. Yo en cambio, me quemaba las pestañas estudiando, repasaba capítulos por adelantado y devoraba libros. Y sí, yo sacaba mejores notas pero carecía de lo que mi hermana tenía para repartir: una agenda llena de eventos sociales. Un ejemplo más de lo distintas que somos.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me protegieron mucho más que a ella, y no fue porque me prefirieran. Más bien, se daban cuenta de lo atolondrada que soy. Ella se abre paso por la vida, siempre ha sido muy independiente. Se que va a llegar muy lejos.&lt;br /&gt;La vida nos ha llevado lejos. Ella viaja con maletas bonitas de mil compartimentos y bolsitas cerradas hermeticamente. Yo uso bolsas de plástico y ella se muere de risa o tal vez de pena.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me detengo a pensarlo, me soprende el rumbo que nuestras vidas han tomado. Comprometida. Siempre ímaginé que sería al revés. Creo que no somos las mujeres que pensamos ser de pequeñas, pero pienso que es mejor así.&lt;br /&gt;Ella, con su caracter más reservado necesita exacto lo que tiene. Yo más sociable ahora, nunca estaré sola ni siquierea en mis temporadas de soltera. Me da gusto saber que pronto formará una familia. &lt;br /&gt;A veces peleamos, pero no puedo estar mal con ella. Es mucho más fuerte el amor que mi ego. Se preocupa por mi, y quisiera que entendiera que voy a estar bien, que necesito equivocarme para aprender...que la admiro y espero algún día llegar a ser como ella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8914389635799677069?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8914389635799677069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/sister-sister.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8914389635799677069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8914389635799677069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/sister-sister.html' title='Sister sister'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVIaS79R-CI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ucTxTdmHc9A/s72-c/coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7434315915715728314</id><published>2011-02-07T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T08:34:39.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oración en el puente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVAfGU2WDDI/AAAAAAAAATg/8JihI6HvzBA/s1600/prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVAfGU2WDDI/AAAAAAAAATg/8JihI6HvzBA/s400/prayer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570986932593626162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo único que pido hoy&lt;br /&gt;es que cuando veas mi cara &lt;br /&gt;sepas sin una palabra&lt;br /&gt;que lo que siento es cierto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo único que quiero yo&lt;br /&gt;es que al leer mis cartas&lt;br /&gt;escuches mi voz&lt;br /&gt;que resuena desde lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo único que anhelo &lt;br /&gt;es que burlemos el reloj&lt;br /&gt;y sientas el perfume de mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sólo cariños verdaderos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7434315915715728314?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7434315915715728314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracion-en-el-puente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7434315915715728314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7434315915715728314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/oracion-en-el-puente.html' title='Oración en el puente'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TVAfGU2WDDI/AAAAAAAAATg/8JihI6HvzBA/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8322871347172038246</id><published>2011-02-06T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:04:09.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day with you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU-nbW5Yt8I/AAAAAAAAATY/Bl0KSNrY9cc/s1600/cats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU-nbW5Yt8I/AAAAAAAAATY/Bl0KSNrY9cc/s400/cats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570855352525174722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supongamos que no te conocí&lt;br /&gt;que ese día iba de prisa y ni siquiera te vi&lt;br /&gt;supongamos que usabas tonos color gris&lt;br /&gt;que si no hubo principio tampoco un fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suppose I never said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;that we just ran out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;suppose we knew &lt;em&gt;that kiss&lt;/em&gt; was meant to last&lt;br /&gt;and I found a true way to forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supongamos que llevabas un letrero de "frágil"&lt;br /&gt;que yo lo ignoraba y me quedaba aquí&lt;br /&gt;supppose the sky wasn't blue&lt;br /&gt;and somehow you knew this was for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8322871347172038246?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8322871347172038246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-day-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8322871347172038246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8322871347172038246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-more-day-with-you.html' title='One more day with you'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU-nbW5Yt8I/AAAAAAAAATY/Bl0KSNrY9cc/s72-c/cats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5529228559618546554</id><published>2011-02-05T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T13:06:45.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fue esa noche</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU2-NMkCWSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2TfPpvLR85w/s1600/carey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU2-NMkCWSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2TfPpvLR85w/s400/carey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570317448047122722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si me preguntas fue esa noche...&lt;br /&gt;mientras esperaba sentada en el coche&lt;br /&gt;y al contemplarlo...cerró los ojos...&lt;br /&gt;como para no olvidarlo nunca&lt;br /&gt;entonces fue que comenzó a amarlo...&lt;br /&gt;así sin prisa y en silencio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando el volvió...ella ya lo miraba distinto&lt;br /&gt;fue esa misma noche que sin razón aparente&lt;br /&gt;la encontró aún más bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5529228559618546554?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5529228559618546554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/fue-esa-noche.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5529228559618546554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5529228559618546554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/fue-esa-noche.html' title='Fue esa noche'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TU2-NMkCWSI/AAAAAAAAATQ/2TfPpvLR85w/s72-c/carey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2854027416313515699</id><published>2011-02-01T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T08:02:46.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUguoY_k1UI/AAAAAAAAATI/5lCRgSasCDM/s1600/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUguoY_k1UI/AAAAAAAAATI/5lCRgSasCDM/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568752210682369346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry about missing your calls&lt;br /&gt;you know I'm the worst at keeping in touch&lt;br /&gt;unanswered messages, last minute cancellations and all the fuss&lt;br /&gt;baby it's true what they say&lt;br /&gt;I'm out every night...&lt;br /&gt;when all I wish is have you near&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess...I get lost...&lt;br /&gt;but I know you'd understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm out every night...&lt;br /&gt;looking for ways to make you smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2854027416313515699?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2854027416313515699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-here.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2854027416313515699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2854027416313515699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-here.html' title='Not here'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUguoY_k1UI/AAAAAAAAATI/5lCRgSasCDM/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3488870160696808099</id><published>2011-01-31T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T14:35:50.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Por favor...if you ever get lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUcVOmzq0PI/AAAAAAAAASs/sQWDwx42Olk/s1600/shadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUcVOmzq0PI/AAAAAAAAASs/sQWDwx42Olk/s400/shadow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568442804946522354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piérdete donde yo pueda encontrarte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3488870160696808099?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3488870160696808099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-favorif-you-ever-get-lost.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3488870160696808099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3488870160696808099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/por-favorif-you-ever-get-lost.html' title='Por favor...if you ever get lost...'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUcVOmzq0PI/AAAAAAAAASs/sQWDwx42Olk/s72-c/shadow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3809762050599461763</id><published>2011-01-27T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:44:36.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tus cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUedwFSMF1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/mfjNkOVsW-M/s1600/cartas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUedwFSMF1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/mfjNkOVsW-M/s400/cartas.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568592913644656466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te dibujé en mi mente tantas y tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;te acariciaba lentamente con palabras ensayadas&lt;br /&gt;y mis sonrisas se agotaron al transcurrir los meses&lt;br /&gt;...todo depronto se convirtió en nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te envuelvo entre mis brazos...pero tú no sientes frío&lt;br /&gt;te gritaba desde lejos...aún estando a lado tuyo&lt;br /&gt;y mis lágrimas rodaron al ver lo que había presentido&lt;br /&gt;...todo esto fue un invento mío...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3809762050599461763?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3809762050599461763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/tus-cartas.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3809762050599461763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3809762050599461763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/tus-cartas.html' title='Tus cartas'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUedwFSMF1I/AAAAAAAAAS0/mfjNkOVsW-M/s72-c/cartas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3693791170538881189</id><published>2011-01-27T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T10:29:15.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No te buscaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUG5XKUSAaI/AAAAAAAAASc/SsG8Y2Sw3ng/s1600/dalmatas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUG5XKUSAaI/AAAAAAAAASc/SsG8Y2Sw3ng/s400/dalmatas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566934421964194210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los accidentes no existen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3693791170538881189?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3693791170538881189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-te-buscaba.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3693791170538881189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3693791170538881189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-te-buscaba.html' title='No te buscaba'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUG5XKUSAaI/AAAAAAAAASc/SsG8Y2Sw3ng/s72-c/dalmatas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-677200504521277262</id><published>2011-01-26T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T21:01:26.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>si fuera fácil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUD8Ga9dLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/kBwCkj-y2_w/s1600/god.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUD8Ga9dLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/kBwCkj-y2_w/s400/god.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566726326676434418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you standing there&lt;br /&gt;exactly the way I remembered you were...&lt;br /&gt;yo iba de blanco sin derramar nada encima&lt;br /&gt;tú odiabas la ropa deportiva..&lt;br /&gt;I showed up on time and managed to look you in the eye&lt;br /&gt;you were calm and barely said what was on your mind&lt;br /&gt;alcohol did nothing to me...spicy food was your favorite&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed classical music and science fiction films&lt;br /&gt;you smiled with your eyes...'cause your mouth was so small&lt;br /&gt;I was wide open about my feelings...as if I've never been hurt&lt;br /&gt;you laughed at your mistakes and couldn't wait to make them again&lt;br /&gt;but...wait...this is not me...and that's not you&lt;br /&gt;please don't make it right...I love the way it is now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was dreaming...&lt;br /&gt;y las horas pasaban...pero no llevábamos prisa&lt;br /&gt;habrá muchas más me decías&lt;br /&gt;tan cierto...tan real...que yo no me despedía&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-677200504521277262?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/677200504521277262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-fuera-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/677200504521277262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/677200504521277262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/si-fuera-facil.html' title='si fuera fácil...'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUD8Ga9dLfI/AAAAAAAAASU/kBwCkj-y2_w/s72-c/god.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5360597168327548763</id><published>2011-01-22T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:43:44.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morfeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTsggd6zKaI/AAAAAAAAASM/DR7Wrc_iAtg/s1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTsggd6zKaI/AAAAAAAAASM/DR7Wrc_iAtg/s400/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565077506705533346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estaba cansada, me acurruqué en tu pecho y caí rapidamente en los brazos de Morfeo&lt;br /&gt;call me a freak but I still think there's a relationship between who falls asleep first and who loves more. &lt;br /&gt;baby are you still awake?&lt;br /&gt;y me ves mientras duermo y yo no te quiero despertar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5360597168327548763?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5360597168327548763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/morfeo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5360597168327548763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5360597168327548763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/morfeo.html' title='Morfeo'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTsggd6zKaI/AAAAAAAAASM/DR7Wrc_iAtg/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7148970525519212221</id><published>2011-01-17T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T07:31:52.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTUYl2d5x4I/AAAAAAAAASE/tBuKiHjMw6c/s1600/lolitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTUYl2d5x4I/AAAAAAAAASE/tBuKiHjMw6c/s400/lolitas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563379953241278338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's true... what they say&lt;br /&gt;sad eyes never lie...&lt;br /&gt;cold hands and empty smiles&lt;br /&gt;i watched them passed by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i was scared to speak&lt;br /&gt;silent words and dark lights&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok...it just hurts to breathe&lt;br /&gt;please...please get out of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7148970525519212221?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7148970525519212221/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7148970525519212221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7148970525519212221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/forget.html' title='Forget'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TTUYl2d5x4I/AAAAAAAAASE/tBuKiHjMw6c/s72-c/lolitas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4894259852713356743</id><published>2011-01-11T08:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:38:07.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los libros de mi piel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TS4fOqCZiGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xFy7NvGtmdc/s1600/library.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TS4fOqCZiGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xFy7NvGtmdc/s400/library.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561416926512121954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por las calles de mi cuerpo...rumbo al sur y frente al mar&lt;br /&gt;se esconden varios estantes, un par de pasillos y un desván&lt;br /&gt;que a su vez albergan cuadernos, libros, periódicos y algo más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almacena un sin fin de relatos, historias, crónicas y cuentos&lt;br /&gt;está impregnada de recuerdos y señales de "guarde silencio"&lt;br /&gt;ha sido tachada de librería por la facha que maneja...más su fin no es comercial&lt;br /&gt;ha sido clausurada y reinaugurada como días ha visto el sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay una biblioteca...es verdad...no hay mapas ni rutas para llegar&lt;br /&gt;con todo esto...lograste llegar...tomaste un libro y comenzaste a soñar&lt;br /&gt;mis letras te parecen dedicadas a alguien que crees conocer&lt;br /&gt;te piden perdón por los errores que he de cometer&lt;br /&gt;te dicen te extraño por las veces que no estaré&lt;br /&gt;te dicen te quiero por los días que no han de volver...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4894259852713356743?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4894259852713356743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/los-libros-de-mi-piel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4894259852713356743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4894259852713356743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/los-libros-de-mi-piel.html' title='Los libros de mi piel'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TS4fOqCZiGI/AAAAAAAAAR8/xFy7NvGtmdc/s72-c/library.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7124928532392240171</id><published>2011-01-06T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T08:43:35.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fixed delusional thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TSany3iR0jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uAZc9cDFwag/s1600/decembersun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TSany3iR0jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uAZc9cDFwag/s400/decembersun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559315282378478130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay quienes dicen que las cicatrices maás grandes pasan desapercibidas y son olvidadas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En muchos de los casos provienen de caricias que desembocaron en una fuerza mayor difícil de controlar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las huellas que quedaron en ese lugar...dos cuerpos que se escaparon sin mirar hacia atrás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought you needed fixing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7124928532392240171?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7124928532392240171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/fixed-delusional-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7124928532392240171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7124928532392240171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/fixed-delusional-thoughts.html' title='fixed delusional thoughts'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TSany3iR0jI/AAAAAAAAAR0/uAZc9cDFwag/s72-c/decembersun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2813731793932692269</id><published>2011-01-01T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T16:41:06.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>que me quedara</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR_Jnavg7PI/AAAAAAAAARs/Y0BEJ9VYSQM/s1600/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR_Jnavg7PI/AAAAAAAAARs/Y0BEJ9VYSQM/s400/alice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557382144229174514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo vi en tu sonrisa...&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo olvidar que te mordías el labio inferior, como culpando al frío?&lt;br /&gt;la forma en que me mirabas y al mismo tiempo ya no estabas aquí conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;entonces tomé mis cosas, bien sabes que no me gusta eso de empacar,&lt;br /&gt;tú te hacías el fuerte...yo me moría de ganas de verte después&lt;br /&gt;ya no va a suceder...me regalaste indeferencia &lt;br /&gt;y aún así tus ojos intentaban detenerme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perdón...pero nunca me pediste que me quedara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2813731793932692269?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2813731793932692269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-me-quedara.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2813731793932692269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2813731793932692269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2011/01/que-me-quedara.html' title='que me quedara'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR_Jnavg7PI/AAAAAAAAARs/Y0BEJ9VYSQM/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6053837824326712199</id><published>2010-12-30T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:24:12.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0ioUhqzTI/AAAAAAAAARk/TIDycJyy4HA/s1600/forgive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0ioUhqzTI/AAAAAAAAARk/TIDycJyy4HA/s400/forgive.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556635591345098034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigo soñando... con bailar en tu mente sin provocar temblores...&lt;br /&gt;¿acaso era mucho...el pedir que me perdones?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6053837824326712199?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6053837824326712199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6053837824326712199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6053837824326712199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/let-go.html' title='Let go'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0ioUhqzTI/AAAAAAAAARk/TIDycJyy4HA/s72-c/forgive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8040716367927635018</id><published>2010-12-30T15:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:58:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0cbiQ4JEI/AAAAAAAAARc/QQyz-mtrQC4/s1600/unexpected.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0cbiQ4JEI/AAAAAAAAARc/QQyz-mtrQC4/s400/unexpected.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556628774624699458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo indicaba...que era más sensato claudicar&lt;br /&gt;cuando estaba cansada, cuando mis fuerzas comenzaban a flaquear&lt;br /&gt;me tropecé contigo...y esa tonta manía que tienes de hacerme sonrojar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo no te buscaba...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8040716367927635018?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8040716367927635018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/unexpected.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8040716367927635018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8040716367927635018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/unexpected.html' title='Unexpected'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TR0cbiQ4JEI/AAAAAAAAARc/QQyz-mtrQC4/s72-c/unexpected.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7821214940905833637</id><published>2010-12-27T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T20:55:49.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El jardinero infiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRlt0JuSuzI/AAAAAAAAARU/zndQzYqIGvs/s1600/fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 348px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRlt0JuSuzI/AAAAAAAAARU/zndQzYqIGvs/s400/fail.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555592358068927282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tal vez fui un pensamiento enredado en el viento&lt;br /&gt;un recuerdo olvidado en el buró de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;olor a indiferencia bañada en ausencia&lt;br /&gt;el beso apresurado con sabor a "¿te volveré a ver?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7821214940905833637?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7821214940905833637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-jardinero-infiel.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7821214940905833637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7821214940905833637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-jardinero-infiel.html' title='El jardinero infiel'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRlt0JuSuzI/AAAAAAAAARU/zndQzYqIGvs/s72-c/fail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-9105007677706569067</id><published>2010-12-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T18:30:32.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You just know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRDRsO0W4JI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y7gyiWgNgaA/s1600/1272406428907201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRDRsO0W4JI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y7gyiWgNgaA/s400/1272406428907201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553168898369970322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRDRrn1qWwI/AAAAAAAAARA/vsIPKelCUOE/s1600/1272066263368934.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRDRrn1qWwI/AAAAAAAAARA/vsIPKelCUOE/s400/1272066263368934.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553168887906458370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que el tiempo se mece y escapa cuando él esta&lt;br /&gt;Que no hay frío ni calor… sólo tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;Que cuando aparece…todo se mueve en cámara lenta&lt;br /&gt;Y se torna gris cuando sale de escena…&lt;br /&gt;Que sabes…simplemente sabes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...do you know?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-9105007677706569067?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/9105007677706569067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-just-know.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9105007677706569067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9105007677706569067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-just-know.html' title='You just know'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TRDRsO0W4JI/AAAAAAAAARI/Y7gyiWgNgaA/s72-c/1272406428907201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-986538640039345015</id><published>2010-12-19T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T20:35:25.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ7dCbYPPwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5F1__nXVnWs/s1600/blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ7dCbYPPwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5F1__nXVnWs/s400/blanco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552618424373296898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la llave, el candado, la contraseña,&lt;br /&gt;el antifaz, el reloj y la cadena&lt;br /&gt;así sin más... depositaste entre mis manos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el volante, el timón, la veleta,&lt;br /&gt;el libreto, el guión, la responsabilidad completa&lt;br /&gt;te cubriste los ojos y abriste los brazos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿alguna vez podré volver a usar blanco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-986538640039345015?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/986538640039345015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/blanco.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/986538640039345015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/986538640039345015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/blanco.html' title='Blanco'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ7dCbYPPwI/AAAAAAAAAQw/5F1__nXVnWs/s72-c/blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3344425194704237585</id><published>2010-12-19T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:12:59.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obstáculos visuales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5JoKAlmaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IQDvbvByNLY/s1600/stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5JoKAlmaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IQDvbvByNLY/s400/stupid.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552456344824813986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juro que no eras tú...&lt;br /&gt;veía algo más en la misma dirección...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3344425194704237585?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3344425194704237585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/obstaculos-visuales.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3344425194704237585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3344425194704237585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/obstaculos-visuales.html' title='Obstáculos visuales'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5JoKAlmaI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IQDvbvByNLY/s72-c/stupid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5084156380949654133</id><published>2010-12-19T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T10:00:27.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5Hy0L2GQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jbf8qmpbtJk/s1600/hurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5Hy0L2GQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jbf8qmpbtJk/s400/hurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552454328921757954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let you say all those things&lt;br /&gt;marks all over my skin&lt;br /&gt;¿can't you see you are hurting me?&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the tea&lt;br /&gt;but I´m no longer thirsty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5084156380949654133?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5084156380949654133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurt.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5084156380949654133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5084156380949654133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQ5Hy0L2GQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jbf8qmpbtJk/s72-c/hurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8527926525265356133</id><published>2010-12-17T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:42:56.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQvna0Kd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l38Ye-L1gjE/s1600/goldilocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQvna0Kd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l38Ye-L1gjE/s400/goldilocks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551785413529429730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y yo pensando en riachuelos...&lt;br /&gt;mientras tú nadabas en el mar...&lt;br /&gt;¿por qué no me di cuenta?&lt;br /&gt;si tus besos sabían a sal...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8527926525265356133?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8527926525265356133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8527926525265356133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8527926525265356133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-mar.html' title='El mar'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQvna0Kd5uI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l38Ye-L1gjE/s72-c/goldilocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7661724011983533131</id><published>2010-12-11T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T16:24:13.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hacerte feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQQWKMlkGTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5p1Qz7_fYfE/s1600/hanna_rasmussoffa4050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQQWKMlkGTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5p1Qz7_fYfE/s400/hanna_rasmussoffa4050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549585005260577074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escuché una vez...que el rompimiento del corazón de alguien se traduce al inicio de una historia de amor para alguien más. &lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo...me cuesta pensar que de algo tan triste pueda resultar algo positivo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es justo?...es alto tan subjetivo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en realidad...me duele dejarte ir...&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no tengo nada que pueda hacerte feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7661724011983533131?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7661724011983533131/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/hacerte-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7661724011983533131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7661724011983533131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/hacerte-feliz.html' title='hacerte feliz'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TQQWKMlkGTI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/5p1Qz7_fYfE/s72-c/hanna_rasmussoffa4050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3842388927115641147</id><published>2010-12-06T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T07:19:41.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TP5QiCuh3MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a-QmLTXvJrM/s1600/lovenow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TP5QiCuh3MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a-QmLTXvJrM/s400/lovenow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547960336744832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entiendo lo que me dices...lo que escribes...la forma en que me tocas&lt;br /&gt;palabras, letras, caricias&lt;br /&gt;se lo que sientes, he visto que te duele, que ya no sabes que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;no te preocupes ya pasará...alguna vez lo sentí también...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3842388927115641147?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3842388927115641147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-sure-now.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3842388927115641147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3842388927115641147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/not-sure-now.html' title='not sure now'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TP5QiCuh3MI/AAAAAAAAAQI/a-QmLTXvJrM/s72-c/lovenow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4750546411878465906</id><published>2010-12-03T16:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:54:43.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inbox (o)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsM9C0eqOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DvN9Zt5Za6I/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsM9C0eqOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DvN9Zt5Za6I/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547041608905435362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si revisas tu bandeja...&lt;br /&gt;y aún no encuentras algo nuevo...&lt;br /&gt;no es que me haya olvidado...&lt;br /&gt;simplemente estoy reuniendo las razones suficientes para decirte lo que siento...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4750546411878465906?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4750546411878465906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/inbox-o.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4750546411878465906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4750546411878465906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/12/inbox-o.html' title='Inbox (o)'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsM9C0eqOI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DvN9Zt5Za6I/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1578593529120733944</id><published>2010-11-15T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T19:48:13.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Extranjero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsLdD2xBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKFIjaQHjoc/s1600/3298495024_f6b633266c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsLdD2xBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKFIjaQHjoc/s400/3298495024_f6b633266c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547039959916021506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"te extraño"...viniendo de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;resuena ya entre mis oídos cual frase en japonés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni el diccionario ni google &lt;br /&gt;por más que intento...ya no logro entender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te escribía poemas infinitos sin despegar el boligrafo&lt;br /&gt;hoy no me sale siquiera un verso que tenga sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contigo cualquier lugar era hogar&lt;br /&gt;hoy necesitas pasaporte para poderme abrazar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eres extranjero...en mi corazón...en mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay espacio en está sobrepoblada ciudad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1578593529120733944?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1578593529120733944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/11/extranjero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1578593529120733944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1578593529120733944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/11/extranjero.html' title='Extranjero'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TPsLdD2xBwI/AAAAAAAAAP4/IKFIjaQHjoc/s72-c/3298495024_f6b633266c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2565365548497409795</id><published>2010-10-08T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T20:14:38.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grámatica pura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TK_eFYdCvwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0yKcppkK5xk/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TK_eFYdCvwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0yKcppkK5xk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525879451851865858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; la historia que comenzó sin el anuncio de una mayúscula que al menos me indicará la gravedad de la oración. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te fuiste dejando a tu paso puntos suspensivos, paréntesis y comas. No dijiste nada, mis lágrimas borraron esos dos círculos negros y esto se volvió punto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelves cual onomatopeya e intentas comenzar un nuevo parrafo. Propones un punto y aparte, más no te das cuenta que estás fuera de contexto. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se acabó la tinta, se gastó el borrador, ya no queda espacio en el pizarrón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2565365548497409795?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2565365548497409795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/10/gramatica-pura.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2565365548497409795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2565365548497409795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/10/gramatica-pura.html' title='Grámatica pura'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TK_eFYdCvwI/AAAAAAAAAPo/0yKcppkK5xk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8088078042681092869</id><published>2010-10-04T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:45:51.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOld mi Mano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKqRPL9wIEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pKHsQx3eCU0/s1600/couple,holding,hands,love,boy,cute,girl-6337b3b373e70eab74f82c9f0d784d4f_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKqRPL9wIEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pKHsQx3eCU0/s400/couple,holding,hands,love,boy,cute,girl-6337b3b373e70eab74f82c9f0d784d4f_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524387583019196482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bájame la luna poquito a poquito....&lt;br /&gt;pinta mi cielo nublado de color...&lt;br /&gt;llena de flores este desierto...&lt;br /&gt;canta esa melodía que aún no han inventado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cúmpleme ese deseo que ni yo se que quiero...&lt;br /&gt;decora con caritas felices las tardes amargas...&lt;br /&gt;haz que el tiempo en espera se pase volando...&lt;br /&gt;quiéreme así porque sí...sin yo hacer nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez sólo sujeta mi mano...&lt;br /&gt;es más sencillo y tiene un efecto mejor :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8088078042681092869?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8088078042681092869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/10/hold-mi-mano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8088078042681092869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8088078042681092869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/10/hold-mi-mano.html' title='HOld mi Mano'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKqRPL9wIEI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pKHsQx3eCU0/s72-c/couple,holding,hands,love,boy,cute,girl-6337b3b373e70eab74f82c9f0d784d4f_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3335417040119103989</id><published>2010-09-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:09:26.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsa alarma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKOAzEEPyyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UGVEPfbiTEE/s1600/robot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 165px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKOAzEEPyyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UGVEPfbiTEE/s400/robot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522399182839597858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Será muy tarde para decir que fue una falsa alarma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo comencé a notar hace unos meses. Los mareos, nervios, pérdida del apetito o depronto comiendo por ansiedad como si no lo hubiese hecho en meses. Creí poder disimularlo. Eso de evadirte me salía bastante bien, hasta que los síntomas empezaron a ser evidentes para casi todo el mundo, pero no para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de ir y venir, de ese coqueteo que lleva más de un año. Ya no podía seguir jugando, te lo dije tal cual y quizás de lo forma más impersonal que pude haber encontrado. Lo supe desde aquella noche, y sin embargo te lo conté como si acabase de suceder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás sorprendido...y yo quiero acabar con esto. Quiero expulsarlo de mi, quiero asfixiarlo.  No espero nada de ti...pero supuse que deberías saberlo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Puedo decir que me confundí, que te idealicé por la prisa absurda de sentir algo? Tú no tienes la culpa, no me debes nada. Debí protegerme, debí pedirte que no llegáramos tan lejos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mi crece algo, se mueve, y ya no puedo ocultarlo. No me deja pensar, no puedo respirar, me dificulta pensar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3335417040119103989?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3335417040119103989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/falsa-alarma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3335417040119103989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3335417040119103989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/falsa-alarma.html' title='Falsa alarma'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TKOAzEEPyyI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UGVEPfbiTEE/s72-c/robot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3264105252321472967</id><published>2010-09-24T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:17:50.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ1p2JRV5pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OjrSsbpvvmQ/s1600/flower,clip,p,b,bw,,,art,b,w-17684af8f8e158df7eb86cace85b0f25_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ1p2JRV5pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OjrSsbpvvmQ/s400/flower,clip,p,b,bw,,,art,b,w-17684af8f8e158df7eb86cace85b0f25_h.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520685097148606098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me incomoda la distancia...&lt;br /&gt;si después de las millas me encuentro con tu cara&lt;br /&gt;sale sobrando el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;si con el paso de los años va creciendo esto que siento&lt;br /&gt;qué me importan los terceros...&lt;br /&gt;si tú y yo sabemos que nada puede detenernos&lt;br /&gt;que pasen los días, que transcurran las noches&lt;br /&gt;que la lejanía se expanda&lt;br /&gt;que crezcan los rumores&lt;br /&gt;no me incomoda, sale sobrando, &lt;br /&gt;a mi qué me importa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3264105252321472967?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3264105252321472967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-importa.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3264105252321472967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3264105252321472967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/me-importa.html' title='Me importa'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ1p2JRV5pI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OjrSsbpvvmQ/s72-c/flower,clip,p,b,bw,,,art,b,w-17684af8f8e158df7eb86cace85b0f25_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5154896279133927537</id><published>2010-09-24T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T13:06:33.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tan fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ0EkhLs5DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v6ZwPtz_oZg/s1600/wallie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ0EkhLs5DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v6ZwPtz_oZg/s400/wallie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520573743655347250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se de sobra que estás ocupado,que por más que intentas escapar, terminas tropezando con algún proyecto, algún plan difícil de aplazar. Una llamada, una cita, un viaje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se también que no estás aquí, tus ojos me lo han dicho. Me mandan señales sutiles, como si quisieran pedirme que tenga paciencia. Me susurran que disfrute el momento, que más tarde iremos a un lugar mejor. La palabra "iremos" ya me convenció. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olvida las explicaciones, las excusas, las promesas. Todo podría ser tan simple...¿no te das cuenta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que tienes miedo...yo no he tenido tiempo de sentirlo...simplemente te quise...para mi siempre fue así de fácil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5154896279133927537?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5154896279133927537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/tan-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5154896279133927537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5154896279133927537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/tan-facil.html' title='Tan fácil'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TJ0EkhLs5DI/AAAAAAAAAOo/v6ZwPtz_oZg/s72-c/wallie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3073115942823766475</id><published>2010-09-17T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T21:56:34.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocho acostado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUegjJr1gCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lrAYy4KSpMM/s1600/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUegjJr1gCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lrAYy4KSpMM/s400/end.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568595990022553634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que te gusta bailar...que si es salsa mejor...&lt;br /&gt;que cuentas ovejas por la noche y bostezas de día...&lt;br /&gt;que si pudieras ser alguien...escogerías superman&lt;br /&gt;que besas muy bien...que tu autoestima no es la ideal&lt;br /&gt;que yo estaba loca por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que detestas los interrogatorios...que prefieres el silencio&lt;br /&gt;que hablas inglés pero amas en español...que no importan los años&lt;br /&gt;que te fascina el futbol...que no eres fan de la religión&lt;br /&gt;que de vez en cuando...extrañas eso que un día existió&lt;br /&gt;que no supiste luchar por mi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que había tanto amor...que no faltaba nada &lt;br /&gt;que en las últimas noches lagrimas rodaban&lt;br /&gt;que te enseñé a quererme...que commigo pudiste hablar de todo&lt;br /&gt;que se acabó...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3073115942823766475?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3073115942823766475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/ocho-acostado.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3073115942823766475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3073115942823766475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/09/ocho-acostado.html' title='Ocho acostado'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TUegjJr1gCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lrAYy4KSpMM/s72-c/end.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-37606649824770263</id><published>2010-07-26T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T10:27:01.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuimos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TE3FXWSD54I/AAAAAAAAAOY/JpdKT3ebDMo/s1600/lily+allen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TE3FXWSD54I/AAAAAAAAAOY/JpdKT3ebDMo/s400/lily+allen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498267724998240130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba preocupada....recuerdo que llevaba días con una corazonada que me sususrraba que algo estaba por cambiar...y como todo mortal...la persona que fuimos estaba aterrada por el cambio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuimos una persona diferente....alguien que tenía muchos sueños, que le gustaba salir de compras a las 4 a.m.....levantarse tarde...y alimentarse de comida chatarra...fuimos alguien que manejaba deprisa y le encantaba el futbol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguien que poco le importaban los regalos o las apariencias...y que casi siempre vestía de morado...alguien con muchas cicatrices en el cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguien que frente a los ojos ajenos...estaba bastante alejado del romanticismo...más sólo nosotros supimos que se enamoró perdidamente...y que no era necesario demostrar lo contrario...&lt;br /&gt;vivía diciendo que no creía en el matrimonio y jugaba con la palabra fidelidad cada vez que tenía oportunidad...después dormía tranquilamente cobijada en la confianza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era bastante escéptica...pero al mismo tiempo esa persona que fuimos tenía una increíble fé...que hoy por hoy ha perdido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdo bien en que momento comenzamos a separarnos..solo sé que una mañana al contemplarme en el espejo...me descubrí incompleta...ambos supimos que era el comienzo del final...pero ahora logro entender que mentimos para consolarnos...como para prolongar la inevitable despedida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;las piezas seguían cayendo...besos en labios extraños....abrazos fingidos...y sonrisas nerviosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no somos lo que ven los demás....tu y yo nos convertimos en dos individuos...o quizás solo uno...todavía no lo sé...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-37606649824770263?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/37606649824770263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuimos.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/37606649824770263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/37606649824770263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuimos.html' title='Fuimos'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TE3FXWSD54I/AAAAAAAAAOY/JpdKT3ebDMo/s72-c/lily+allen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-237236582048340076</id><published>2010-07-06T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:46:24.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demasiado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TDOHScO4X9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QgU-MyX510Q/s1600/rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TDOHScO4X9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QgU-MyX510Q/s400/rainbow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490881121580769234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy demasiado vieja o para contar mis años te alcanzan los dedos de la mano&lt;br /&gt;soy demasiado alta o aún montandome en zancos tú me miras hacia abajo&lt;br /&gt;soy demasiado sabia o todo me tienes que explicar con dibujos animados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demasiado inocente o tan precoz que ignoras mis trucos en el colchón&lt;br /&gt;demasiado exigente o tan mediocre que me conformo con lo poco que me das&lt;br /&gt;demasiado valiente o tan miedosa que me aterra a diferir de tu opinión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;demasiado cerca o tan lejos que nos separan oceanos&lt;br /&gt;demasiado fría o tan melosa que mis palabras te empalagan&lt;br /&gt;demasiado libre o tan dependiente que no doy paso sin ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuimos los dos...&lt;br /&gt;tan extremos como el clima en un desierto&lt;br /&gt;tan intensos, como un volcán en erupción&lt;br /&gt;tan complejos, como para encontrar solución&lt;br /&gt;ya fue demasiado...no?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-237236582048340076?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/237236582048340076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/07/demasiado.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/237236582048340076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/237236582048340076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/07/demasiado.html' title='Demasiado'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/TDOHScO4X9I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QgU-MyX510Q/s72-c/rainbow.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5216466495872326446</id><published>2010-05-19T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:30:13.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_SsqvNqSLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/D66v9kzkx8w/s1600/wakingup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_SsqvNqSLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/D66v9kzkx8w/s400/wakingup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473189297390241970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soñé que tejía una bufanda con tu ausencia&lt;br /&gt;que en las noches frías me cobijaba con tus excusas&lt;br /&gt;me alimentaba de banquetes sazonados de mentiras&lt;br /&gt;y por las noches me recostaba en tu indecisión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con tus inseguridades me hacía una diadema&lt;br /&gt;y con tus miedos me llenaba de valor&lt;br /&gt;me hacían compañía tus promesas&lt;br /&gt;y tus dudas me mostraban quien soy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu inconsistencia me daba la certeza&lt;br /&gt;y tu incertidumbre me enseñaba a confiar&lt;br /&gt;admiraba tu egocéntrica naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;y tu descuido me lograba conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya tengo que despertar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5216466495872326446?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5216466495872326446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/suenos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5216466495872326446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5216466495872326446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/suenos.html' title='Sueños'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_SsqvNqSLI/AAAAAAAAAOI/D66v9kzkx8w/s72-c/wakingup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1124589957710204245</id><published>2010-05-16T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:53:38.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Podrías estar aquí</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_ChkJQAYlI/AAAAAAAAANs/aD7so5nebQQ/s1600/missing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_ChkJQAYlI/AAAAAAAAANs/aD7so5nebQQ/s400/missing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051189585568338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una foto sin un marco&lt;br /&gt;un verso sin la rima&lt;br /&gt;un carro con 3 llantas&lt;br /&gt;una artista sin guarura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;un niño sin juguete&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento que no se siente&lt;br /&gt;una verdad que se oculta&lt;br /&gt;una respuesta sin pregunta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no me malinterpretes&lt;br /&gt;estoy bien, soy feliz&lt;br /&gt;duermo mucho, me río porque sí&lt;br /&gt;pero podría ser mejor&lt;br /&gt;podrías estar aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;será mucho pedir?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1124589957710204245?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1124589957710204245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/podrias-estar-aqui.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1124589957710204245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1124589957710204245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/podrias-estar-aqui.html' title='Podrías estar aquí'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S_ChkJQAYlI/AAAAAAAAANs/aD7so5nebQQ/s72-c/missing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6946990767562727314</id><published>2010-05-15T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T18:18:46.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No entienden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-9HjUFD_lI/AAAAAAAAANk/41umlJCuG-A/s1600/paraguas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-9HjUFD_lI/AAAAAAAAANk/41umlJCuG-A/s400/paraguas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471670744289377874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que cuando me hablas, demoro demasiado en responder&lt;br /&gt;no se dan cuenta que son las palabras ladrillos que construyen puentes entre los dos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que miro mucho el reloj, que repaso demasiado el calendario,&lt;br /&gt;no saben que me duelen hasta los minutos que se escapan sin tenerte a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que me tiemblan las manos, que me pongo nerviosa cuando escucho tu nombre,&lt;br /&gt;no entienden que con la distancia, cualquier recuerdo se intensifica, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me petrifica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6946990767562727314?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6946990767562727314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-entienden.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6946990767562727314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6946990767562727314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/no-entienden.html' title='No entienden'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-9HjUFD_lI/AAAAAAAAANk/41umlJCuG-A/s72-c/paraguas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5769256610421162169</id><published>2010-05-12T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:21:48.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fue el momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-t-SNRiwdI/AAAAAAAAANc/PsyidhKow-I/s1600/arboles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-t-SNRiwdI/AAAAAAAAANc/PsyidhKow-I/s400/arboles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470605023637586386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y fue así como se derrumbó toda barrera, &lt;br /&gt;cruzaron tus dedos las montañas de mi cuerpo &lt;br /&gt;invadieron tus palabras mis fronteras&lt;br /&gt;llegaste a mi como un animal sediento&lt;br /&gt;yo enamoré de lo especial que esto era&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;más no fuiste tú...fue el momento&lt;br /&gt;que me hizo ceder y más tarde pedirte que te fueras&lt;br /&gt;más no fuiste tú...fue el paisaje&lt;br /&gt;que me hizo creer que era real&lt;br /&gt;más no fuiste tú...fue ese viaje&lt;br /&gt;que me hizo soñar de verdad&lt;br /&gt;más no fuiste tú...fue el equipaje&lt;br /&gt;que al conocerte dejé de arrastrar&lt;br /&gt;más no fuiste tú...fue el mensaje&lt;br /&gt;que aquél día no supe descifrar&lt;br /&gt;y que tal vez si lo sigo repitiendo&lt;br /&gt;lograré creer que pudo ser alguien más&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5769256610421162169?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5769256610421162169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/fue-el-momento.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5769256610421162169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5769256610421162169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/fue-el-momento.html' title='Fue el momento'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-t-SNRiwdI/AAAAAAAAANc/PsyidhKow-I/s72-c/arboles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7123903094376861976</id><published>2010-05-04T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:02:50.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camas incompletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-Dt3vXvCbI/AAAAAAAAANU/9QjH46l0hf8/s1600/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-Dt3vXvCbI/AAAAAAAAANU/9QjH46l0hf8/s400/bed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467631489492388274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En realidad...sólo pido conocerte...saber más de ti. Cosas tan sencillas como que te hace reír o  tu platillo favorito. Se que algún día tendrás que irte...pero yo me quedaré con todas esas sonrisas, con tus secretos y con todo aquello que guardé aquí sin que te dieras cuenta. Se va tu cuerpo...pero tú te quedas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te contaré que después de esa noche,todas las camas donde duermo parecen estar incompletas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7123903094376861976?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7123903094376861976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/camas-incompletas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7123903094376861976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7123903094376861976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/05/camas-incompletas.html' title='Camas incompletas'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S-Dt3vXvCbI/AAAAAAAAANU/9QjH46l0hf8/s72-c/bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1104749319860968329</id><published>2010-04-25T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T15:41:26.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspeakable silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9TFAvX4jzI/AAAAAAAAANM/8Qob07tnI2w/s1600/calle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9TFAvX4jzI/AAAAAAAAANM/8Qob07tnI2w/s400/calle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464208864414568242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No recuerdo bien cómo me di cuenta...sólo se que mi nombre comenzó a sonar diferente cuando tú lo decías...como si estuviera a salvo entre tus labios...como si nunca antes hubiese sido correctamente pronunciado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day all those dead ends will turn into doors, &lt;br /&gt;One day...you won´t even have to knock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not believe what those people whisper. You are not the one with a death wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m still alive...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1104749319860968329?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1104749319860968329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/unspeakable-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1104749319860968329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1104749319860968329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/unspeakable-silence.html' title='Unspeakable silence'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9TFAvX4jzI/AAAAAAAAANM/8Qob07tnI2w/s72-c/calle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1771983751120962771</id><published>2010-04-25T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:44:38.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hogar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SbcBQ6bWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vcv5bbI2To4/s1600/black,and,white,couple,love,man,woman-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SbcBQ6bWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vcv5bbI2To4/s400/black,and,white,couple,love,man,woman-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464163153585270114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos creerán...lo que dice el diccionario...un verbo...una acción... algo del diario...envolver con los brazos...y nada más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mi..."hogar dulce hogar" después de naufragar por tantos años...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la llegada a la meta...el comienzo de una nueva era...la combinación que abrirá la bóveda secreta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un abrazo...para los demás...para mi...un sueño hecho realidad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1771983751120962771?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1771983751120962771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/hogar.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1771983751120962771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1771983751120962771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/hogar.html' title='Hogar'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SbcBQ6bWI/AAAAAAAAANE/vcv5bbI2To4/s72-c/black,and,white,couple,love,man,woman-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-6995086823036983699</id><published>2010-04-24T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T11:38:55.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo que amé tanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SMJhhpk3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/A4WKcrgAtHU/s1600/copete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SMJhhpk3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/A4WKcrgAtHU/s400/copete.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464146343153472370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te abracé despacito...te envolví salvajemente entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;te miré de reojo...te observé extasiada hasta que mis pupilas se cansaron&lt;br /&gt;te recité unos cuantos poemas...te hablé en silencio para que me escucharas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me preguntas porque dibujo caminos en tu cuerpo...la verdad es que solo recorro lo que ya estaba...algo así como montarte en una bicicleta después de varios años..no se olvida por más que uno insista en manejar autos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes de encontrarte..me alegraba sentirme única...hoy por hoy quisiera fundirme con todas las que te tuvieron y tendrán a su lado...y si! no me importa que esto suene descabellado..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te pareces a lo que un día amé tanto...a lo que siempre fue mío...y sin darme cuenta me arrebataron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que uno no puede perder lo que realmente le pertenece...que siempre fui tuya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que practiques natación...que trates eso de contener la respiración...que voy a llorar mucho...que se va inundar la ciudad entera...cuando te vuelva a tener cerca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-6995086823036983699?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/6995086823036983699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/lo-que-ame-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6995086823036983699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/6995086823036983699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/lo-que-ame-tanto.html' title='lo que amé tanto'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S9SMJhhpk3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/A4WKcrgAtHU/s72-c/copete.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-109120949643430523</id><published>2010-04-01T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:39:16.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S7UiUNutkZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8Qj9z38Gc4/s1600/dear_john.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S7UiUNutkZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8Qj9z38Gc4/s400/dear_john.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455304254307537298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me dijiste que no sabías cuanto tiempo duraría esto...pero que tu coche estaba a punto de arrancar y querías que yo te acompañara...que ignorabas si nuestro viaje nos llevaría muy lejos o quizás terminaría a dos calles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que desde que me viste...tuviste la sospecha de que sería algo importante...que en el libro de tu vida, nuestra historia estaría escrita con letra negrita...entre todo lo demás que pasa desapercibido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sé cómo ni cuando me convertí en un ancla para ti...cuando tiempo antes yo era la gasolina que impulsaba tu rumbo...era egoísta retenerte cuando todo conspiraba para que esta aventura tuya y mía esperara...yo nunca quise detenerte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te devastó el hecho de que no pedí que te quedaras...más la forma en que me lo contaste fue como si la decisión ya estuviera tomada...dije que me alegraba por ti...y fui sincera...el tiempo que estuvimos juntos fue para mi una bendición...casi un milagro tenerte conmigo...después de todo lo que has pasado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estar contigo fue un sueño demasiado bonito...un sueño del que no quería despertar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te despediste diciendo que existen varias bandejas en tu corazón y que yo pasaría directa a la de personas especiales en tu vida...que pondrías un separador en este capítulo donde nos quedamos...y realmente esperabas que pudieramos retomarlo algún día...algún día...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta pensar que en algún lugar del universo, en un planeta como el nuestro, dos personas como nosotros tomaron decisiones totalmente diferentes y que, en algún sitio lograron estar juntos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is enough for me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-109120949643430523?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/109120949643430523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-form-me.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/109120949643430523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/109120949643430523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/04/enough-form-me.html' title='Enough for me'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S7UiUNutkZI/AAAAAAAAAM0/X8Qj9z38Gc4/s72-c/dear_john.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4873282146288649993</id><published>2010-03-22T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:26:21.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cada vez más cerca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he71-2hyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OiuiEvV0nMw/s1600-h/time-traveler21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he71-2hyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OiuiEvV0nMw/s400/time-traveler21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451711731127977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he7Bts2uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zhGV5wo5HFw/s1600-h/thetimetravelerswife.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he7Bts2uI/AAAAAAAAAMk/zhGV5wo5HFw/s400/thetimetravelerswife.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451711717097396962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he69zhhiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nECAl3tE9FQ/s1600-h/the_time_travelers_wife_ericbana_rachelmcadams-500x333-768021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he69zhhiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/nECAl3tE9FQ/s400/the_time_travelers_wife_ericbana_rachelmcadams-500x333-768021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451711716048078370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde quiera que estés ahora...debes saber que ya no te espero...se que al leer esto pensarás que te he olvidado...pero creeme...por favor creeme que es todo lo contrario...&lt;br /&gt;ya no te busco...y se también que tienes miedo...que te aterra la idea  de que algún día te pase por el lado y no logre reconocerte...sólo te pido que confíes en que si no nos vemos...será porque aún no ha llegado el momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aún me faltan caminos por recorrer...cicatrices por sanar...lagrimas que derramar...palabras por pronunciar...no sé cuántos...no me preguntes eso...&lt;br /&gt;ya no te culpo...y sé de sobra que prefieres mi rencor a esta supuesta indiferencia...mientras a mi me consuela pensar que algún día te tendré en frente...y con algo tan sencillo como un hola de tu boca...se resolverán tantas preguntas...tanta zozobra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espera...no corras tanto...no esperes algo...tan sólo espera...&lt;br /&gt;confía en mi...ya estamos cerca...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4873282146288649993?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4873282146288649993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/03/cada-vez-mas-cerca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4873282146288649993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4873282146288649993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/03/cada-vez-mas-cerca.html' title='Cada vez más cerca'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S6he71-2hyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/OiuiEvV0nMw/s72-c/time-traveler21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-8108672808382830178</id><published>2010-02-21T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T16:01:11.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la vela y el sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S4HJLRFERsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L_mQDsf-Xbo/s1600-h/vela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440851020240668354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S4HJLRFERsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L_mQDsf-Xbo/s400/vela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y yo impaciente en el aeropuerto..esperando que llegara el tren que por fin te trajera de vuelta..como aquel que contempla la hoja de un árbol...olvidando que está rodeado de la belleza del bosque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piensas que la poesía se trata de palabras...y que tal si te digo que los mejores poetas que he conocido no escribieron una sola palabra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te quejas y te quejas....de todo el dolor que esto te ha causado...pero que no te das cuenta que el dolor también está cansado de ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crees que debo agradecer por lo que tuvimos...por lo que hubo....que lo olvide, que ya pasó...tu reacción me dice que para ti...esto fue una vela...para mi fue el sol..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-8108672808382830178?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/8108672808382830178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-vela-y-el-sol.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8108672808382830178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/8108672808382830178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-vela-y-el-sol.html' title='la vela y el sol'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S4HJLRFERsI/AAAAAAAAAL8/L_mQDsf-Xbo/s72-c/vela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1962247993477053334</id><published>2010-02-13T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T20:46:41.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digo todo sin decir nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S3eABiJNppI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZrMXXCCL2RA/s1600-h/hellonaomi_japanimation_cupcakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437955838906836626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S3eABiJNppI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZrMXXCCL2RA/s400/hellonaomi_japanimation_cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasarán varios días...quizás meses...tal vez años...pensarás que conseguí olvidar...pero justo en ese momento algo amenzará con persuadirte de lo contrario...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y entonces...sólo entonces volveré a ti...pensarás que callo...porque no tengo nada que contar...pero es que es tanto...que aún no consigo ponerlo en vocablos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me verás fuerte...ligera...como aquel que camina sin equipaje...y no es que haya logrado desempacar en algún sitio..simplemente me volví una experta en el pretending...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y lo acepto...hubo muchos momentos en que me sentí perdida...momentos en que ni las migajas de pan me lograban ubicar...pero ya existen los náufragos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y lo acepto...hubo muchos momentos en que quise llorar...momentos en que sentí que los ojos se me humedecían...pero ya existe el mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y lo acepto...hubo muchos momentos en que te quise llamar...momentos en que sentí que mi voz me dejaba para ir tras de ti...pero ya existe el masoquismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y lo acepto...hubo muchos momentos en que me sentí triste...momentos en que comencé a dudar si es que tomé la decisión correcta...pero ya existe el pesimismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me voy...te quedas...nos quedamos?...pero nos vamos...ya nos fuimos...y sin embargo algo queda..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque ves...mientras contemplo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque comes...mientras yo le tomo sabor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque quieres...mientras yo amo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque oyes...mientras yo escucho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque tocas...mientras yo siento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque emites sonidos...mientras yo hablo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque lo que antes era todo...ya no es suficiente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque lo que fue nada...es el todo que acaba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero realmente acaba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;acabé por acabar lo inacabable sin acabar de acabar lo acabado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1962247993477053334?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1962247993477053334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/02/digo-todo-sin-decir-nada.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1962247993477053334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1962247993477053334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/02/digo-todo-sin-decir-nada.html' title='Digo todo sin decir nada'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S3eABiJNppI/AAAAAAAAAL0/ZrMXXCCL2RA/s72-c/hellonaomi_japanimation_cupcakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5684625934076289311</id><published>2010-01-13T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T19:49:47.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quien eras tu....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UPJByYPI/AAAAAAAAALs/usTY1gVWRMI/s1600-h/2004_closer_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426437588870390002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UPJByYPI/AAAAAAAAALs/usTY1gVWRMI/s400/2004_closer_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UNyAPWTI/AAAAAAAAALk/IYqk8WHuOvc/s1600-h/Closer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426437565510015282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UNyAPWTI/AAAAAAAAALk/IYqk8WHuOvc/s400/Closer1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UNi7Dk4I/AAAAAAAAALc/nOHkmkjsESg/s1600-h/natalie_portman1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426437561461740418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UNi7Dk4I/AAAAAAAAALc/nOHkmkjsESg/s400/natalie_portman1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te seguí descalza por ese camino empedrado...recuerdo que era invierno...que era tarde...pero yo no sentía frío...mi mente estaba demasiado ocupada como para prestar atención a cosas tan triviales como el sangrar...algo tan insignificante como la hipotermia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me detuvo ese señor...como para ayudarme...me tomó de los brazos y me preguntó si alguien había muerto....le contesté que yo...y él rió pensando que estaba mintiendo...me miraba como si fuese capaz de ver en mí una inocencía que yo desconocía...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;logré alcanzarte...te dije todo...lo grité para que el ruido que nos rodeaba te permitiera escucharme...pero no fue así...tú ya hablabas otro lenguaje...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;entonces comencé a cantarte muchas canciones...usando ritmos que te ayudaran a comprender lo que quería que supieras....pero no fue así...tú preferiste buscar música alterna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;luego...bailé como antes...como aquella noche en ese sitio donde comenzó esto...que hoy no tiene nombre...pero no fue así...tú lo habías olvidado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero no me rendí...te acaricié lentamente...dejé que mis dedos te contaran lo que aún no lograba transmitirte...pero no fue así...tu cuerpo se había vuelto insensible...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya cansada de intentar...lloré...y fue entonces que supiste que era yo...fue entonces que entendí quién eras tú...espero que algún día lo entiendas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5684625934076289311?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5684625934076289311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/01/quien-eras-tu.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5684625934076289311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5684625934076289311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/01/quien-eras-tu.html' title='Quien eras tu....'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S06UPJByYPI/AAAAAAAAALs/usTY1gVWRMI/s72-c/2004_closer_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-3651301966209018557</id><published>2010-01-04T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T07:37:48.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No quiero....amor?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S0ILQUam-XI/AAAAAAAAALU/5euGjgz_OyM/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422909276293626226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S0ILQUam-XI/AAAAAAAAALU/5euGjgz_OyM/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero que tengas una forma definida...no necesito medirte...ni meterte en un recipiente de esos que uno guarda en la nevera para comer más tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero que tengas un nombre...antes me preocupaba que un día te fueras de la casa y no saber cómo llamarte...ahora te dejo la puerta abierta...así vas y vienes sin tantos líos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero que te rijas por horarios...ni por costumbres de antaño...bebe si tienes secos los labios no porque la mercadotecnia te dicta que es bueno tomar dos litros diarios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No quiero que seas un pasaporte...ya con ser tú me has llevado al cielo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no quiero que seas una llave....ya con ser tú me has abierto los ojos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no quiero que seas un auto...ya con ser tú me has ayudado a avanzar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no quiero que seas un doctor...ya con ser tú me has cauterizado las grietas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sé como eres....que hay tantas cosas que me gustaría que fueras...no acabarías...no es necesario...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-3651301966209018557?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/3651301966209018557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-quieroamor.html#comment-form' title='8 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3651301966209018557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/3651301966209018557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-quieroamor.html' title='No quiero....amor?'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/S0ILQUam-XI/AAAAAAAAALU/5euGjgz_OyM/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-4078431311798659007</id><published>2009-12-26T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:50:08.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin de la tangencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sza9OtDmSpI/AAAAAAAAALE/_Yc8ABQvy_o/s1600-h/0910_vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419727261897476754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sza9OtDmSpI/AAAAAAAAALE/_Yc8ABQvy_o/s400/0910_vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sza7f6fl6pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c4cYnONdqoE/s1600-h/geometric+love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419725358539074194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 1px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 1px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sza7f6fl6pI/AAAAAAAAAK8/c4cYnONdqoE/s400/geometric+love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fuimos dos puntos que se unieron en un vértice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lineas que al fundirse conocieron lo perpendicular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arcos que al contacto se volvieron adyacentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figuras inscriptas en un plano circular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo que tanto tiempo me sentí paralela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complementaria a tu lado me descubrí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo que tanto tiempo me sentí recta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oblicua a tu lado me volví&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me llevaste al ángulo más elevado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y con la reflección creí ser simétrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;más comenzaste a racionalizar el denominador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando esto era ya un número entero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mis aristas detectaron tu forma incongruente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resultaste isósceles disfrazado de equilátero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con necesidad de una figura auxiliar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comprendí que la dilatación ya no era suficiente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;más debo admitir que aprendí de esta ecuación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no extraño más tus decimales&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no me rijo más por tus postulados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no sigo esperando la intercepción&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo soy A y tú eres B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se acabó la tangencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-4078431311798659007?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/4078431311798659007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/querido-obtuso.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4078431311798659007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/4078431311798659007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/querido-obtuso.html' title='Fin de la tangencia'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sza9OtDmSpI/AAAAAAAAALE/_Yc8ABQvy_o/s72-c/0910_vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-5059203004932210922</id><published>2009-12-26T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T15:20:11.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SzfrgtZqH-I/AAAAAAAAALM/DNqJFfOIJVg/s1600-h/loveletter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420059623739236322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SzfrgtZqH-I/AAAAAAAAALM/DNqJFfOIJVg/s400/loveletter.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero escucharte, quiero abrir la puerta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero que me cuentes tu historia...en tus propias palabras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no basta con conocerla por otros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no puedo oírte si no me hablas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero mirarte, quiero abrir la ventana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quiero que llegues..así sin decirme nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no basta con ver tus fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no es suficiente imaginar tu cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no puedo sentirte si mis ojos no te alcanzan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estas cartas me exigen destinatario &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;las palabras amenazan con huir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ha quedado ya desnudo el calendario &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mientras tú te das el lujo de mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-5059203004932210922?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/5059203004932210922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-escucharte-quiero-abrir-la.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5059203004932210922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/5059203004932210922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/quiero-escucharte-quiero-abrir-la.html' title=''/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SzfrgtZqH-I/AAAAAAAAALM/DNqJFfOIJVg/s72-c/loveletter.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-1254570091978199404</id><published>2009-12-09T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T14:50:32.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los átomos en tu piel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SyAprJ5oGsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aXDbR0yk6lk/s1600-h/chemistry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413372573468072642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SyAprJ5oGsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aXDbR0yk6lk/s400/chemistry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y después de un sinfín de experimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te convertiste en mi ciencia y yo en una científica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me volví creyente de los átomos en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me convenció la química que encontré en nuestros besos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dejé persuadir por cada uno de tus elementos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me incliné por las moléculas que forman tu sonrisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Logré replicar el mismo efecto en cada intento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y de acuerdo al método mis hipótesis se volvieron teorías&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-1254570091978199404?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/1254570091978199404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-atomos-en-tu-piel.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1254570091978199404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/1254570091978199404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/los-atomos-en-tu-piel.html' title='Los átomos en tu piel'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SyAprJ5oGsI/AAAAAAAAAK0/aXDbR0yk6lk/s72-c/chemistry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2317056984670304432</id><published>2009-12-07T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:50:50.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sx2i4BaxegI/AAAAAAAAAKs/muKCJcVmmbE/s1600-h/dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412661410506308098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sx2i4BaxegI/AAAAAAAAAKs/muKCJcVmmbE/s400/dead.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay amor… ¿por qué está tan quieto tu cuerpo? ¿Por qué tus músculos ya no bailan? ¿Y por qué tu pecho ya no se acuesta ni se levanta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay amor… ¿por qué tu piel se siente tan fría? ¿Por qué tu mirada ya no persigue mi cara?¿Por qué ya no te acercas para que te de un abrazo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay amor… no me arrepiento de nuestros errores, ya no hay un corazón para romper, te lo llevaste contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ay amor...eras nostalgia que por un descuido se enfermó de olvido y hoy se ha muerto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2317056984670304432?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2317056984670304432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/ay-amor.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2317056984670304432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2317056984670304432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/ay-amor.html' title='Ay amor'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sx2i4BaxegI/AAAAAAAAAKs/muKCJcVmmbE/s72-c/dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-9144682272025694496</id><published>2009-12-05T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:33:00.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Razones para regresar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZOAE74FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4uZ9n5tID1Q/s1600-h/502days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411806368056991826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZOAE74FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4uZ9n5tID1Q/s400/502days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZN9FtzOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6gIvCvKo5Jw/s1600-h/501days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411806367254957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 379px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZN9FtzOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6gIvCvKo5Jw/s400/501days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZNii-N9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/jvMM0Xbh028/s1600-h/500days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411806360129910738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZNii-N9I/AAAAAAAAAKU/jvMM0Xbh028/s400/500days.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y por alguna extraña razón...que aún no entiendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cierras los ojos cuando lloras...y eso está bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sólo prométeme que los abrirás pronto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay muchas cosas que se han vuelto bellas en estos últimos segundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sería una pena que te las perdieras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y por alguna extraña razón....que aún no entiendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te vas cuando esto comienza a tomar color...y eso está bien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sólo prométeme que volverás pronto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay muchas cosas que se volverán bellas en estos próximos meses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sería una pena que te las perdieras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y aunque ya no me lo digas...se que se están acabando las razones para llorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y aunque ya no me lo digas...se que te están sobrando las razones para regresar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-9144682272025694496?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/9144682272025694496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/razones-para-regresar.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9144682272025694496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9144682272025694496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/12/razones-para-regresar.html' title='Razones para regresar'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxqZOAE74FI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4uZ9n5tID1Q/s72-c/502days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-2875107181311671348</id><published>2009-11-29T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:01:15.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El mejor hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0vse5AhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MOxPoRlvUho/s1600/abrazo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725571401318930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0vse5AhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MOxPoRlvUho/s400/abrazo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0vAfovwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wLxN7hKLbyM/s1600/mate.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725559593287426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0vAfovwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wLxN7hKLbyM/s400/mate.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0u3iRHSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R-rqeqOVxog/s1600/brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725557188402466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0u3iRHSI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/R-rqeqOVxog/s400/brothers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0unHyRiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QBWuLGU7rg8/s1600/miguelito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409725552782362146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0unHyRiI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/QBWuLGU7rg8/s400/miguelito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me acuerdo cuando comenzaste a ir al kinder...estabas tan chiquito pero ya no soportabas quedarte solo mientras Natalia y yo nos despedíamos todas las mañanas en nuestro uniforme...no tenías la edad requerida para ser considerado un alumno...eras un oyente...y desde ese día mi compañero de escuela...también...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el kinder quedaba cerca...así que ibamos caminabando...te tomaba de la mano y algunas veces también Gonzo nos acompañaba...recuerdas ese día que se metió hasta los salones y se hizo un desastre?...tú te reías...mientras yo fingía que nunca lo había visto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;venías a buscarme en el recreo cuando algún chiquillo no te dejaba subir a los juegos...bastaba un inocente coqueteo para que accedieran...lo mismo cuando se te desataban las cintas de los tenis...o querías un dulce de esos más caros...algunas cosas nunca cambian...verdad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;se que ahora te cuesta pensar que un día necesitabas mi ayuda...en cosas tan simples como bajar un plato de la alacena...o estudiar para un exámen de inglés...y es que quién pensaría que el niño que decía "ESMAL" en vez de SMALL resultaría un poliglota después de los años?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;llegaba el invierno y regresabas a la casa con la nariz negra y las rodillas raspadas...los pantalones con parches después de que mis papas te sorprendieron repetidamente deslizarte en el piso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recuerdas las peleas a la hora de la comida?...cuando de la nada te dió por usar los cubiertos como baquetas y la mesa de tambor...afortunadamente te inscribieron en banda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca me lo dijeron...pero esas constantes visitas al doctor y la preocupación en la cara de mi mamá, me indicaban que algo sucedía...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al mismo tiempo, te permitieron realizar todas las actividades normales de un niño de tu edad...y eso me tranquilizaba...hasta el día en que mi mamá nos explicó lo que pasaba....se fueron por 40 días...y tuve miedo...miedo de que no regresaras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;volviste más flaco...y yo te dije que quería ver el video de tu operación con palomitas...lo dije porque no se me ocurrió algo más para que supieras que me daba gusto que todo había acabado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pasó el tiempo...y me alcanzaste en altura...tus amigos nos veían juntos y te molestaban pensando que yo era alguna noviecita...yo no sabía si reirme o gritarles algo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te gustaba esa niña que en mi opinión no tenía cuello, era gorda y sin chiste...tú estabas clavado y le dedicabas canciones...mismas que le grabaste en un cassette...de esos de antes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siempre fuiste tan obsesionado con los videojuegos...tanto que te rompiste la cabeza con el marco de la puerta cuando ganaste un torneo y brincaste de emoción...yo te llevé al hospital de inmediato...te graparon varias veces y la sangre te chorreaba como fuente...yo no pude aguantarme las lagrimas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuimos a esa fiesta y se te ocurrió la genial idea de meterte en problemas con un frat boy dentro de su territorio...yo no se como pero me metí entre ustedes dos y comence a gritar que estabas borracho y no prestara atención a lo que decías...nos fuimos y tu simpática borrachera pasó a decorar los interiores rosas de mi carro...y ahora das discursos para que la gente no se meta en problemas...quién diría?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y siendo todavía un niño...te volviste el hombre de la casa...no fue fácil...pero a cambio ahora entiendes mucho mejor a las mujeres...o quizás las entiendes menos...no lo se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No recuerdo bien...en que momento cambiaron los papeles...pero tú comenzaste a protegerme...me salvaste aquel día que estaba a punto de ser asaltada por esos dos negros enormes...me acompañaste en un viaje de un finde que resultó durar años y que incluso aún no acaba...me enseñaste a manejar en este país donde parecen no existir las leyes viales...me dijiste en ese taxi las verdades que nadie hasta ese momento se había atrevido a pronunciar...y justo hoy sin saberlo le pusiste un alto a la fuga de mis ojos con tan solo decir que me entendías...porque estoy segura que sí...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te pareces tanto a él...que no te imaginas...el volverte a ver es recordar tantas cosas...que por un tiempo pensé que ya había olvidado...&lt;br /&gt;Está orgulloso de ti...aunque casi puedo escuchar que le gustaría que regreses a la escuela...por favor no lo dejes de lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podremos tener muchos amigos...parejas...vecinos...compañeros...que podrán dejar de serlo de la misma forma que llegaron a serlo...pero nosotros...por más millas que nos separen...por más tiempo que pase...seguiremos siendo hermanos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tienes 22 años y para mi sigues siendo ese niño mocoso que me pedía que le atara las agujetas...el mejor hombre del mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-2875107181311671348?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/2875107181311671348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-mejor-hombre.html#comment-form' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2875107181311671348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/2875107181311671348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/el-mejor-hombre.html' title='El mejor hombre'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/SxM0vse5AhI/AAAAAAAAAKM/MOxPoRlvUho/s72-c/abrazo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-9189027736634696948</id><published>2009-11-26T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T07:21:22.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sw6c5IAYoUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XpJRdOfYTNc/s1600/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408432707734118722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sw6c5IAYoUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XpJRdOfYTNc/s400/stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to drink water&lt;br /&gt;instead of coke&lt;br /&gt;but you are still getting drunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to take the stairs&lt;br /&gt;instead of the elevator&lt;br /&gt;but you are still sleeping at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to run 5 miles&lt;br /&gt;instead of driving to work&lt;br /&gt;but you are still happily unemployed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to cook&lt;br /&gt;instead of eating out&lt;br /&gt;but you are still consuming junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to work overtime&lt;br /&gt;instead of leaving early&lt;br /&gt;but you are still not showing up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to think about commitment&lt;br /&gt;instead of just being on my own&lt;br /&gt;but you are still fucking other girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you make me want to be a better person&lt;br /&gt;instead of settling where i am&lt;br /&gt;Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.&lt;br /&gt;guess you were never in love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-9189027736634696948?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/9189027736634696948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-in-love_26.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9189027736634696948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/9189027736634696948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/never-in-love_26.html' title='Never in love'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Sw6c5IAYoUI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XpJRdOfYTNc/s72-c/stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2413060820702884128.post-7725040405443027369</id><published>2009-11-21T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:41:47.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prefiero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Swg0WQGvl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/H46zBYoCloc/s1600/CRAZY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406628909543298978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Swg0WQGvl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/H46zBYoCloc/s400/CRAZY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque yo preferiría ser extremadamente feliz por un rato...a estar simplemente "bien" por el resto de mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque preferiría vivir en una choza en la jungla con la persona que amo...que habitar una lujosa mansión a lado de quien no me inspira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque yo preferiría construir mi vida desde cero...a comprarla ya hecha o que me la dieras envuelta para regalo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque yo preferiría discutir contigo por mostrarme como soy...a que me dieras por mi lado por la forma en que luzco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque yo preferiría irme a dormir con el estómago vacío pero enamorada...que estar digiriendo un suculento banquete con el corazón vacío...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2413060820702884128-7725040405443027369?l=amarapamela.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/feeds/7725040405443027369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/prefiero.html#comment-form' title='9 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7725040405443027369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2413060820702884128/posts/default/7725040405443027369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amarapamela.blogspot.com/2009/11/prefiero.html' title='Prefiero'/><author><name>La Chica Bien</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09756594316241074497</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/StXd3EbdAMI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Wnfa8RcMWnk/S220/pam.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1Zdc38qzFdM/Swg0WQGvl6I/AAAAAAAAAJc/H46zBYoCloc/s72-c/CRAZY.jpg' height='72' 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