<?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-3301264178302248233</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:15:04.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un poco de melancolía...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-5114384610079719889</id><published>2010-02-05T07:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T07:39:48.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Y sinceramente ya no entiendo nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-6740334696691014827</id><published>2010-01-27T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T12:48:34.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*</title><content type='html'>Y cada vez que pronuncian tu nombre en mi presencia me invade un enorme sentimiento de tristeza...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-6740334696691014827?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/6740334696691014827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque la vida duele, duele demasiado aquí sin tí...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-7700696076790896299?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/7700696076790896299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7700696076790896299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7700696076790896299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='*'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-2379780824716321135</id><published>2010-01-08T03:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T03:04:39.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre tú...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cuando llegan las estrellas temo que mi sensatez subestime mi manía querer volverte a ver... Y una vez duerma mi cabeza, tomará el mando el corazón, soñaré que tú me despiertas, que aún vive tu apuesta por nosotros dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-2379780824716321135?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/2379780824716321135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/siempre-tu.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2379780824716321135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2379780824716321135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/siempre-tu.html' title='Siempre tú...'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-1325348309402896470</id><published>2010-01-04T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T04:20:22.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porfavor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deja de decirme que me quieres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deja de decirme que te arrepientes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deja de decirme que me esperarás para siempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;deja de decirme que has cambiado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabes que has sido mi primer amor, y que siempre te voy a querer... Pero ahora necesito que te marches, que me dejes vivir mi vida y que no me des más falsas esperanzas, porque tú no puedes cambiar, nunca cambiarás!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-1325348309402896470?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/1325348309402896470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/n_04.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/1325348309402896470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/1325348309402896470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2010/01/n_04.html' title='N*'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-1979707712118696413</id><published>2010-01-02T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:11:06.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N*</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Entonces sonó esa canción, nuestra canción, y tú me invitaste a bailar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-1979707712118696413?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-7383069990214947479</id><published>2009-12-27T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T04:49:45.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sólo amame, que el secreto permanezca en un cuarto de hotel...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-7383069990214947479?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/7383069990214947479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q_27.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7383069990214947479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7383069990214947479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q_27.html' title='Q*'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-8226995014110560058</id><published>2009-12-21T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T14:57:03.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*, siempre tú...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Perdona si te llamo amor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7HvpcVT3Ec&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h7HvpcVT3Ec&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-8226995014110560058?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/8226995014110560058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q_21.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/8226995014110560058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/8226995014110560058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q_21.html' title='Q*, siempre tú...'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-6793442306258116802</id><published>2009-12-20T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T09:13:00.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sabes que todavía me duele hablar de tí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dicen que es normal, no hay reglas en este juego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-6793442306258116802?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/6793442306258116802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/6793442306258116802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/6793442306258116802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q.html' title='Q*'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-9070571230790767845</id><published>2009-12-13T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:43:24.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Q* te extraño...</title><content type='html'>Y pensar que hace una semana estaba pasando la noche entre tus brazos, rozando tus labios y sintiendo tu calor. Y ahora... estoy aqui a 2000km de tí, sin tener las cosas claras, preguntándome si todo fue un sueño y con ganas de volver atrás y quedarme por siempre así.&lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan extraño... No me preguntes cómo ni por qué pero me embrujaste. ¿Quién lo habría dicho?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-9070571230790767845?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/9070571230790767845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q-te-extrano.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/9070571230790767845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/9070571230790767845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/12/q-te-extrano.html' title='Q* te extraño...'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-1859319511750548456</id><published>2009-11-30T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:15:12.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Llegas cuando estoy a punto de olvidarte, busca tu camino en otra parte mientras busco el tiempo que perdí, hoy estoy mejor sin tí!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-1859319511750548456?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-3055578209791444461</id><published>2009-11-22T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T06:40:36.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sal de mi vida de una vez... ¡VETE!&lt;br /&gt;No quiero pensar más en tí, no quiero verte más, no quiero hablarte más, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;¡NO QUIERO QUERERTE MÁS!&lt;/span&gt; Eres la persona que más daño me ha hecho y pese a todo no consigo olvidarte, ¿Por qué? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sólo te pido que te vayas&lt;/span&gt;, y no vuelvas más, quiero ser feliz y sólo podré serlo cuando consiga olvidarte...&lt;br /&gt;Adios, Adios, ADIOS!... esta vez es para siempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-4577573916914896402</id><published>2009-07-19T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T05:56:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiero gritarle al mundo que te quiero, que te echo de menos, que mi peor error fue alejarme de tí y ahora sólo sueño con volver a estar entre tus brazos...&lt;br /&gt;Hace ya un año que no sabemos casi nada el uno del otro, pero todavía no logro olvidarte, necesito que vuelvas, necesito tener las cosas claras de una vez...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando duermo todavía siento tus caricias por mi piel, esos besos que me hacían tiritar...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando vuelvo al lugar donde nos conocimos todo me recuerda a tí, y cuando oigo "nuestra" canción mi único deseo es verte aparecer por esa puerta y que me abrazes diciendome que no te olvidaste ni un solo momento de mí... pero desgraciadamente, noche tras noche vuelvo allí, oigo la canción y no apareces... entonces me echo a llorar como una niña, soñando siempre con que la próxima vez si que estarás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cuesta tanto estar sin tí...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-4577573916914896402?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/4577573916914896402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-gritarle-al-mundo-que-te-quiero.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/4577573916914896402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/4577573916914896402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/07/quiero-gritarle-al-mundo-que-te-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-2622155812964805735</id><published>2009-05-11T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T12:46:44.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olvidé que juraste esperarme, y que juré nunca olvidarte...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-2622155812964805735?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/2622155812964805735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/05/olvide-que-juraste-esperarme-y-que-jure.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2622155812964805735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2622155812964805735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/05/olvide-que-juraste-esperarme-y-que-jure.html' title=''/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-1025578072730351912</id><published>2009-05-05T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:49:06.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADIOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Búscate otro perro que te ladre!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta vez se acabó para siempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-1025578072730351912?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/1025578072730351912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/05/adios.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/1025578072730351912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/1025578072730351912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/05/adios.html' title='ADIOS'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-2453805933096560958</id><published>2009-04-27T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:54:22.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;El recuerdo es el único paraiso del que no me podrás expulsar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-2453805933096560958?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/2453805933096560958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-recuerdo-es-el-unico-paraiso-del-que.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2453805933096560958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/2453805933096560958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/04/el-recuerdo-es-el-unico-paraiso-del-que.html' title=''/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-8863799894103955081</id><published>2009-04-19T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:17:07.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Como duele fingir estar bien...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-8863799894103955081?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-7753916203834165862</id><published>2009-04-12T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:54:28.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Y a fin de cuentas no soy distinta de aquella idiota que te quería...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-7753916203834165862?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/7753916203834165862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-fin-de-cuentas-no-soy-distinta-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7753916203834165862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/7753916203834165862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/04/y-fin-de-cuentas-no-soy-distinta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-6396098271497816020</id><published>2009-03-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T11:51:30.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me arrepiento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya no me llamas por teléfono&lt;br /&gt;Es la señal que todo acabó&lt;br /&gt;Antes lo hacías y siempre era yo&lt;br /&gt;Quien te pedía que no&lt;br /&gt;Desde ese día en que te abandoné&lt;br /&gt;Juraste volverías por mí&lt;br /&gt;Yo no quería y no volviste más&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy te vengo a decir&lt;br /&gt;Si estás, contéstame&lt;br /&gt;Vamos, atiéndeme&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que he sido un tonto&lt;br /&gt;Y que de ti me enamoré&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no lo supe ver&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve, que el tiempo pasa y yo te echo de menos&lt;br /&gt;En este punto te seré sincero&lt;br /&gt;Y dejaré que hable mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que está latiendo, desesperado por ir a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;Pero es inútil porque se ha hecho tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y me arrepiento de lo que pasó&lt;br /&gt;Cuando empezamos eras para mí&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo un pasatiempo, no más&lt;br /&gt;Así que nunca te consideré&lt;br /&gt;Ni te pasé a dejar&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora todo cambió&lt;br /&gt;Quien te llama soy yo&lt;br /&gt;Es que mi calculo falló&lt;br /&gt;Inversamente no, no te olvidé hasta hoy&lt;br /&gt;Vuelve que el tiempo pasa y yo te echo de menos&lt;br /&gt;En este punto te seré sincero&lt;br /&gt;Y dejaré que hable mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;Que está latiendo, desesperado por ir a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;Pero es inútil porque se ha hecho tarde&lt;br /&gt;Y me arrepiento de lo que pasó...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3301264178302248233-6396098271497816020?l=unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/feeds/6396098271497816020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-arrepiento.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/6396098271497816020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3301264178302248233/posts/default/6396098271497816020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unpocodemelancolia.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-arrepiento.html' title='Me arrepiento...'/><author><name>nostálgica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10497200996255322161</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3301264178302248233.post-8879492554429125868</id><published>2009-03-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:02:51.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silencio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya no tengo palabras, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de todo y de nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;el tiempo se las llevo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo queda la noche en mi interior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y este frío de amor... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hoy esta calma que rompe el corazón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;de esta guerra yo he sido el perdedor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y se clava muy dentro este. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eterno y mudo como el recuerdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;del amor que tú me diste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan grande tan vacío y tan muerto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como quema este dolor del silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hiela cada espacio en mi cuerpo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como duele este silencio de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que difícil se ha vuelto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seguir respirando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabiendo que ya no estás, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;si pudiera encontrar una razón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que me ayude a entender, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que no vas a volver.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y esta herida que sangra en mi interior, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y esta espina clavada sin razón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y el inmenso dolor de este silencio..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eterno y mudo como el recuerdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;del amor que tú me diste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tan grande tan vacío y tan muerto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como quema este dolor del silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hiela cada espacio en mi cuerpo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como duele este silencio de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como duele silencio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y esta herida que sangra en mi interior, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y esta espina clavada sin razón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y el inmenso dolor de este &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eterno y mudo como el recuerdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;del amor que tú me diste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, tan grande tan vacío y tan muerto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como quema este dolor del silencio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que hiela cada espacio en mi cuerpo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como duele este silencio de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, tan grande tan vacío y tan muerto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silencio, que hiela cada espacio en mi cuerpo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como duele este silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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