<?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-30434475</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:48:54.146+01:00</updated><category term='Tontxu'/><category term='Mecano'/><category term='Reportajes'/><category term='Maria Dolores Pradera'/><category term='Vega'/><category term='Pastora'/><category term='Spotify'/><category term='Hombres G'/><category term='Travis'/><category term='Fragmentos'/><category term='Charles Aznavour'/><category term='Navidad'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Meaghan Smith'/><category term='Carlos Cano'/><category term='Anni B Sweet'/><category term='Lena'/><category term='Poemas'/><category term='David Summers'/><category term='De prestado'/><category term='Fotografía'/><category term='Publicidad'/><category term='Otros'/><category term='Video'/><category term='Pintura'/><category term='Cine'/><category term='Denuncia'/><title type='text'>Lo que Lucía ve</title><subtitle type='html'>A veces leo, escucho, miro y siento lo que otros escribieron, cantaron, plasmaron y sintieron antes que yo. Y es entonces cuando te veo a ti.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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escapo de Cienpozuelos con su capirote de papel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A su estatua preferida un anillo de pedida&lt;br /&gt;levanto en El Corte Inglés&lt;br /&gt;con él en el dedo al día siguiente&lt;br /&gt;vi a la novia del agente que lo vino a detener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cayó como un pájaro del árbol&lt;br /&gt;cuando sus labios de mármol lo obligaron a soltar&lt;br /&gt;quedó un taxista que pasaba&lt;br /&gt;mudo al ver como empezaba la Cibeles a llorar&lt;br /&gt;y chocó contra el Banco Central,&lt;br /&gt;y chocó contra el Banco Central,&lt;br /&gt;y chocó contra el Banco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquín Sabina.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1616665978787315251?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1616665978787315251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1616665978787315251' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1616665978787315251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1616665978787315251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2011/04/la-sombra-de-un-leon.html' title='A la sombra de un León'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5886449949445706848</id><published>2011-03-28T16:38:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:40:02.694+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy bien como estoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tanto me dices que el amor aún no ha pasado por aquí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;y yo estoy bien como estoy, no necesito reñir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Peor sería no poder olvidarme de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;y no me digas que aquí estás para hacerme feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hoy me siento mejor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;no temo a la desdicha del amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;voy acompañando a la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;mientras a escondidas muevo el reloj.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No quiero malgastar saliva intentando no ser una más.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;No voy a molestar gritándote al oído porque ya me da igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tengo todo el aire del norte en el pulmón y ya no necesito gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tengo todo el viento apuntando a mi favor y ya no necesito gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sigue lloviendo yo sigo cantando y todo el mundo se va,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;me sigo moviendo me sigo soñando, remando con una cuchara de palo en el mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querría poder ser amor en carne viva y darlo a medio cocer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Querría poder ser la lluvia para irme y después volver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tengo todo el aire del norte en el pulmón y ya no necesito gritar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tengo todo el v iento apuntando a mi favor y ya no necesito gritar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;¡Para, parara param, para, parara, param!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adoro a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/5FEvwdNPevgrSOkXMlLGYQ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;MäBu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5886449949445706848?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5886449949445706848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5886449949445706848' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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otra vez y mostraron un cuerpo:&lt;br /&gt;tu pelo, otoño espeso, caída de agua solar,&lt;br /&gt;tu boca y la blanca disciplina de sus dientes caníbales, prisioneros en llamas,&lt;br /&gt;tu piel de pan apenas dorado y tus ojos de azúcar quemada,&lt;br /&gt;sitios en donde el tiempo no transcurre,&lt;br /&gt;valles que sólo mis labios conocen,&lt;br /&gt;desfiladero de la luna que asciende a tu garganta entre tus senos,&lt;br /&gt;cascada petrificada de la nuca,&lt;br /&gt;alta meseta de tu vientre,&lt;br /&gt;plata sin fin de tu costado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos son los ojos fijos del tigre&lt;br /&gt;y un minuto después son los ojos húmedos del perro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre hay abejas en tu pelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu espalda fluye tranquila bajo mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;como la espalda del río a la luz del incendio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguas dormidas golpean día y noche tu cintura de arcilla&lt;br /&gt;y en tus costas, inmensas como los arenales de la luna,&lt;br /&gt;el viento sopla por mi boca y su largo quejido cubre con sus dos alas grises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la noche de los cuerpos,&lt;br /&gt;como la sombra del águila la soledad del páramo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las uñas de los dedos de tus pies están hechas del cristal del verano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus piernas hay un pozo de agua dormida,&lt;br /&gt;bahía donde el mar de noche se aquieta, negro caballo de espuma,&lt;br /&gt;cueva al pie de la montaña que esconde un tesoro,&lt;br /&gt;boca del horno donde se hacen las hostias,&lt;br /&gt;sonrientes labios entreabiertos y atroces,&lt;br /&gt;nupcias de la luz y la sombra, de lo visible y lo invisible&lt;br /&gt;(allí espera la carne su resurrección y el día de la vida perdurable)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patria de sangre,&lt;br /&gt;única tierra que conozco y me conoce,&lt;br /&gt;única patria en la que creo,&lt;br /&gt;única puerta al infinito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Octavio Paz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5182456530684470519</id><published>2011-03-11T09:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T09:21:52.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jueves</title><content type='html'>Si fuera más guapa y un poco más lista&lt;br /&gt;Si fuera especial, si fuera de revista&lt;br /&gt;Tendría el valor de cruzar el vagón&lt;br /&gt;Y preguntarte quién eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te sientas en frente y ni te imaginas&lt;br /&gt;Que llevo por ti mi falta más bonita.&lt;br /&gt;Y al verte lanzar un bostezo al cristal&lt;br /&gt;Se inundan mis pupilas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras&lt;br /&gt;Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista&lt;br /&gt;Apenas respiro me hago pequeñita&lt;br /&gt;Y me pongo a temblar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así pasan los días, de lunes a viernes&lt;br /&gt;Como las golondrinas del poema de Bécquer&lt;br /&gt;De estación a estación enfrente tú y yo&lt;br /&gt;Va y viene el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pronto me miras, te miro y suspiras&lt;br /&gt;Yo cierro los ojos, tú apartas la vista&lt;br /&gt;Apenas respiro, me hago pequeñita&lt;br /&gt;Y me pongo a temblar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces ocurre, despiertan mis labios&lt;br /&gt;Pronuncian tu nombre tartamudeando.&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que piensas que chica más tonta&lt;br /&gt;Y me quiero morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el tiempo se para y te acercas diciendo&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te conozco y ya te echaba de menos.&lt;br /&gt;Cada mañana rechazo el directo&lt;br /&gt;Y elijo este tren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya estamos llegando, mi vida ha cambiado&lt;br /&gt;Un día especial este &lt;b&gt;once de marzo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Me tomas la mano, llegamos a un túnel&lt;br /&gt;Que apaga la luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te encuentro la cara, gracias a mis manos.&lt;br /&gt;Me vuelvo valiente y te beso en los labios.&lt;br /&gt;Dices que me quieres y yo te regalo&lt;br /&gt;El último soplo de mi corazón.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5182456530684470519?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5182456530684470519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5182456530684470519' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5182456530684470519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5182456530684470519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2011/03/jueves.html' title='Jueves'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4187925158292364349</id><published>2011-03-08T17:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T17:59:27.968+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>Cuatro elementos</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="400" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pDdT49tsyT4?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento paz en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;Y siento el viento por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelo hacia tus besos&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero siempre aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decir que no&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decir jamás&lt;br /&gt;No debes pedir perdón&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo te quiero más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolor que no puedo ver&lt;br /&gt;Ni siento cuando te vas&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decirme adiós&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo en mí caminar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritando que no ves&lt;br /&gt;Rezando porque tú vuelvas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duermo en ti, y en tu fuego&lt;br /&gt;Muero al fin, en tu mar&lt;br /&gt;Mi aire son ya tus versos&lt;br /&gt;Mi tierra es tu despertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decir que no&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decir jamás&lt;br /&gt;No debes pedir perdón&lt;br /&gt;Tan solo te quiero más&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolor que no puedo ver&lt;br /&gt;Ni siento cuando te vas&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decirme adiós&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo en mí caminar&lt;br /&gt;Gritando que no ves&lt;br /&gt;Rezando porque tú vuelvas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz es lo que me das&lt;br /&gt;Es dulce canción de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca podré cantar&lt;br /&gt;Dolor que no quiero ver&lt;br /&gt;Dolor que nunca se va&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedo decirle adiós&lt;br /&gt;Ni quiero decir jamás&lt;br /&gt;Tumbado al amanecer&lt;br /&gt;Llorando porque tú vuelvas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No puedes decir que no&lt;br /&gt;Te llevo en mí caminar&lt;br /&gt;Rezando porque tú vuelvas otra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Musicalité con Raquel del Rosario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4187925158292364349?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4187925158292364349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4187925158292364349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4187925158292364349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4187925158292364349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2011/03/cuatro-elementos.html' title='Cuatro elementos'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pDdT49tsyT4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7472376669940210579</id><published>2011-02-24T17:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T17:20:24.608+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Publicidad'/><title type='text'>Jim Bean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="283"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zIQmrsA0T-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/zIQmrsA0T-I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="283"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi me pone... mucho&lt;div 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Bean...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-226259818537499272</id><published>2011-02-08T08:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T08:11:43.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise</title><content type='html'>If you wait for me then I'll come for you &lt;br /&gt;Although I've traveled far &lt;br /&gt;I always hold a place for you in my heart &lt;br /&gt;If you think of me If you miss me once in awhile &lt;br /&gt;Then I'll return to you &lt;br /&gt;I'll return and fill that space in your heart &lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;If you dream of me like I dream of you &lt;br /&gt;In a place that's warm and dark &lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've longed for you and I have desired &lt;br /&gt;To see your face your smile &lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;If you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;I've longed for you and I have desired &lt;br /&gt;To see your face, your smile &lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering &lt;br /&gt;Your touch &lt;br /&gt;Your kiss &lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace &lt;br /&gt;I'll find my way back to you &lt;br /&gt;Please say you'll be waiting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again &lt;br /&gt;It would feel so good to be &lt;br /&gt;In your arms &lt;br /&gt;Where all my journeys end &lt;br /&gt;If you can make a promise If it's one that you can keep, I vow to come for you &lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me and say you'll hold &lt;br /&gt;A place for me in your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chapman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/crTc1V34m8g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-226259818537499272?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/226259818537499272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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mira la vida, mira.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida como vuelve y te sorprende.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida que fondo tiene el cajón.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida que regala &lt;br /&gt;todas las flores que tiene,&lt;br /&gt;aunque algunas las arranque con dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime que es verdad &lt;br /&gt;que te quedas a mi lado, &lt;br /&gt;dime una vez mas &lt;br /&gt;que te gusto hasta enfadado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dime, dimelo ya,&lt;br /&gt;que me miras y te mueres,&lt;br /&gt;dime, dimelo mas, &lt;br /&gt;que sin mi tu ya no eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida, mira la vida, mira.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida como vuelve y te sorprende.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida que fondo tiene el cajón.&lt;br /&gt;Mira la vida que regala &lt;br /&gt;todas las flores que tiene&lt;br /&gt;aunque algunas las arranque con dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/33LvyB8v3LELoM4NKL2WKB"&gt;Dani Martín&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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estropear,&lt;br /&gt;y que siempre me quisieras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sueño de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;cerrando al fin mi herida,&lt;br /&gt;los años que nos quedan por vivir...&lt;br /&gt;Mis manos enredando,&lt;br /&gt;tu pelo tan brillante,&lt;br /&gt;tu piel está clavándose en mi piel.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir&lt;br /&gt;como tus labios recorren mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Encuentro en ti,&lt;br /&gt;todo lo que yo creo que no tengo,&lt;br /&gt;la ternura y comprensión,&lt;br /&gt;y esos ratos de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;donde no existe el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/5tHfFOq15ZS2KvPinK5pMK"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;Los Lunes, que quedan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8813878353874723648?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7398655537683864535</id><published>2011-01-10T09:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T09:48:31.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>El regalo más grande</title><content type='html'>Quiero hacerte un regalo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo dulce&lt;br /&gt;Algo raro...&lt;br /&gt;No un regalo común&lt;br /&gt;de los que perdiste o nunca abriste&lt;br /&gt;Que olvidaste en un tren o no aceptaste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De los que abres y lloras&lt;br /&gt;que estas feliz y no finges,&lt;br /&gt;Y en este día de septiembre&lt;br /&gt;te dedicaré&lt;br /&gt;El regalo más grande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;De noche, el que la mire, pueda pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mi es importante&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa lo que diga la gente&lt;br /&gt;Porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún en silencio se que me protegías y se&lt;br /&gt;Que aun cansada tu sonrisa no se marcharía&lt;br /&gt;Mañana saldré de viaje y me llevaré tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Para que no se vaya y siempre vuelva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El regalo más grande&lt;br /&gt;El regalo más grande...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero que me regales&lt;br /&gt;Un sueño escondido&lt;br /&gt;O nunca entregado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De esos que no puedo abrir&lt;br /&gt;delante de mucha gente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque el regalo más grande, es&lt;br /&gt;sólo nuestro para siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;de noche, el que la mire, pueda pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mi es importante&lt;br /&gt;Y no me importa lo que diga la gente&lt;br /&gt;Porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún en silencio sé que me protegías y sé&lt;br /&gt;que aun cansada tu sonrisa no se marcharía.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana saldré de viaje y me llevaré tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;para que entiendas que..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si llegara ahora el fin que sea en un abismo&lt;br /&gt;no para odiarme sino para intentar volar y..&lt;br /&gt;y si te niega todo esta extrema agonía&lt;br /&gt;si aun la vida te negara, respira la mía. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba atento a no amar antes de encontrarte&lt;br /&gt;y descuidaba mi existencia y no me importaba&lt;br /&gt;no quiero hacerme daño más amor, amor, amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero entregar tu sonrisa a la luna y que&lt;br /&gt;de noche, el que la mire, pueda pensar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu amor para mi es importante&lt;br /&gt;y no me importa lo que diga la gente&lt;br /&gt;porque...&lt;br /&gt;Amor negado, amor robado y nunca devuelto&lt;br /&gt;mi amor tan grande como el tiempo, en ti me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;amor que me habla con tus ojos aquí enfrente&lt;br /&gt;y eres tú&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú&lt;br /&gt;Eres tú…&lt;br /&gt;El regalo más grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2msZisECeuDpX5j7jhh8H3"&gt;Tiziano Ferro &amp;amp; Amaia Montero&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7398655537683864535?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7398655537683864535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7398655537683864535' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7398655537683864535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Desde lo más profundo de mi corazón. Y deseando que el año 2011 nos traiga toda la felicidad y la alegría que merecemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;¡¡¡Feliz Año nuevo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1xahnwNisWqELTt9kgdQMd"&gt;Un regalito&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/30434475-1372228123502694901?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1372228123502694901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1372228123502694901' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1372228123502694901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1372228123502694901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1113556568031554743</id><published>2010-12-28T09:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:48:45.189+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Crazy for you</title><content type='html'>Found myself today singing out loud your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I'm crazy,&lt;br /&gt;if I am I'm crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes sitting in the dark wishing you were here turns me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;but its you who makes me lose my head, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I'm meant to be acting sensible&lt;br /&gt;you drift into my head and turn me into&lt;br /&gt;a crumbling fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me to run and I'll race,&lt;br /&gt;if you want me to stop I'll freeze.&lt;br /&gt;And if you are me gonna leave,&lt;br /&gt;just hold me closer baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And make me crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately with this state Im in I can't help myself but spin.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you'd come over send me spinning closer to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on trying and fighting this feelin away, but the more I do the crazier I turn into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my, how my blood boils,&lt;br /&gt;it's sweet taste for u.&lt;br /&gt;It strips me down bare and gets me into my favourite mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paseing floors and opening doors hoping you'll walk through and save me boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm too crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2gL9ySMs4vosS3OL5XZu4W"&gt;Adele &lt;/a&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='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6278710692252030651</id><published>2010-12-22T12:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:49:23.211+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>A little fall of rain</title><content type='html'>Don't you fret, M'sieur Marius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fall of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly hurt me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here, that's all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain will make the flowers grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you will live, 'Ponine - dear God above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could heal your wounds with words of love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eponine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold me now, and let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelter me, comfort me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hundred years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could show you how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't desert you now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eponine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain can't hurt me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rain will wash away what's past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep in your embrace at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that brings you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Heaven-blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies begin to clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come home from so far Marius [in counterpoint]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you fret, M'sieur Marius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fall of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly hurt me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush-a-bye, dear Eponine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fall of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make the flowers... I will stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eponine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain can't hurt me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rain will wash away what's past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll sleep in your embrace at last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain that brings you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Heaven-blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies begin to clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm at rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A breath away from where you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come home from so far Marius [in counterpoint]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you fret, M'sieur Marius Hush-a-bye, dear Eponine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any pain You won't feel any pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little fall of rain A little fall of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can hardly hurt me now Can hardly hurt you now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me safe I will stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep me close Till you are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And rain And rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will make the flowers... Will make the flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2in4GH3CU5eFCWHNsV765y"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les miserables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6278710692252030651?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6278710692252030651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6278710692252030651' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6278710692252030651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6278710692252030651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-fall-of-rain.html' title='A little fall of rain'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5562124764641426555</id><published>2010-12-20T09:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T09:49:15.051+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><title type='text'>We are One</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/E42m1-aotyQ" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't need to ask&lt;br /&gt;Don't know the reason&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I believe&lt;br /&gt;Is right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not thinkin' bout tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't catch it if I tried&lt;br /&gt;World is spinning too fast&lt;br /&gt;So I'll wait 'til it comes to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;You are me&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And flow through me&lt;br /&gt;I'll flow through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steal my breath away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm so moved by you&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than I ever thought&lt;br /&gt;Was possible, was possible, it's everything, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference between me and you&lt;br /&gt;It's all in where your heart lies&lt;br /&gt;And every day's another chance&lt;br /&gt;So let's get it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;You are me&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And flow through me&lt;br /&gt;I'll flow through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;Did you lose faith and give up&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn away and hide yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's a friend to make along the way&lt;br /&gt;We are the heartbeat and our souls speak&lt;br /&gt;And all the beauty I have ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Is right here in front of me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is right here in front of me, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am you&lt;br /&gt;And you are me&lt;br /&gt;We are one&lt;br /&gt;Take me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And flow through me&lt;br /&gt;I'll flow through you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kelly Sweet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;(esta no la encontré yo, la encontró ÉL. Estoy enamorada por algo...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5562124764641426555?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5562124764641426555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5562124764641426555' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5562124764641426555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5562124764641426555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/we-are-one.html' title='We are One'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/E42m1-aotyQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7283792018161554590</id><published>2010-12-15T00:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T00:06:02.939+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><title type='text'>Falling Slowly</title><content type='html'>I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You'll made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing it loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFB8f8bzbY&amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player"&gt;BSO ONCE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7283792018161554590?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7283792018161554590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7283792018161554590' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7283792018161554590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7283792018161554590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/falling-slowly.html' title='Falling Slowly'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7615207813594962719</id><published>2010-12-14T11:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:21:55.450+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Sale el sol</title><content type='html'>Estas semanas sin verte&lt;br /&gt;Me parecieron años&lt;br /&gt;Tanto te quise besar&lt;br /&gt;Que me duelen los labios&lt;br /&gt;Mira que el miedo nos hizo&lt;br /&gt;Cometer estupideces&lt;br /&gt;Nos dejó sordos y cegos&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;Te lloré hasta el extremo&lt;br /&gt;De lo que era posible&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo creía que era invencible&lt;br /&gt;No hay mal que dure cen años&lt;br /&gt;Ni cuerpo que lo aguante&lt;br /&gt;Y lo mejor siempre espera adelante&lt;br /&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;br /&gt;Y un día después, y un día después&lt;br /&gt;Sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;Y un día después de la tormenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol&lt;br /&gt;De tanto sumar pierdes la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;Porque uno y uno no siempre son dos&lt;br /&gt;Cuándo menos piensas sale el sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/323YI3Xa1F4pVroefzbndH"&gt;Shakira&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7615207813594962719?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7615207813594962719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7615207813594962719' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7615207813594962719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7615207813594962719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/sale-el-sol.html' title='Sale el sol'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-239876997379146157</id><published>2010-12-10T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T11:22:18.018+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Después de 5 años</title><content type='html'>Sigues recordándolo.&lt;br /&gt;Y después de 5 años, me envias &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zk-EboYtFPc&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;este&lt;/a&gt; momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;With any luck, by next year&amp;nbsp;I'll be going out with one of these girls...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;but for now let me say,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;without hope or agenda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;just because It's Christmas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(and at Christmas you tell the truth...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To me you're Perfect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and my wasted heart will love you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;until you look like a mummy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Merry Christmas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin palabras, mi luna de valencia. Sin palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I won't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I won't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;And I can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Until you're resting here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I won't leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I cannot be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Until you're resting here with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-239876997379146157?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/239876997379146157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=239876997379146157' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/239876997379146157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/239876997379146157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/despues-de-5-anos.html' title='Después de 5 años'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4127594651875147047</id><published>2010-12-05T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T00:31:40.299+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Think of me</title><content type='html'>Christine: &lt;br /&gt;Think of me, think of me fondly &lt;br /&gt;When we've said goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Remember me, once in a while &lt;br /&gt;Please promise me you'll try &lt;br /&gt;When you find that once again you long &lt;br /&gt;To take your heart back and be free &lt;br /&gt;If you ever find a moment &lt;br /&gt;Spare a thought for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never said our love was evergreen &lt;br /&gt;Or as unchanging as the sea &lt;br /&gt;But if you can still remember &lt;br /&gt;Stop and think of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the things &lt;br /&gt;We've shared and seen &lt;br /&gt;Don't think about the way &lt;br /&gt;Things might have been &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of me, think of me waking &lt;br /&gt;Silent and resigned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me trying too hard &lt;br /&gt;To put you from my mind &lt;br /&gt;Recall those days &lt;br /&gt;Look back on all those times &lt;br /&gt;Think of the things we'll never do &lt;br /&gt;There will never be a day &lt;br /&gt;When I won't think of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul: &lt;br /&gt;Can it be, can it be Christine? &lt;br /&gt;Bravo! &lt;br /&gt;Long ago, it seems so long ago &lt;br /&gt;How young and innocent we were &lt;br /&gt;She may not remember me &lt;br /&gt;But I remember her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine: &lt;br /&gt;Flowers fade, the fruits of summer fade &lt;br /&gt;They have their season so do we &lt;br /&gt;But please promise me that sometimes &lt;br /&gt;You will think of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Phantom of the Opera... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4127594651875147047?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://open.spotify.com/track/0zDNqLpXL4gF7rouW9uO1u' title='Think of me'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4127594651875147047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4127594651875147047' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4127594651875147047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4127594651875147047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/think-of-me.html' title='Think of me'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2939613731012943664</id><published>2010-12-01T18:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:20:12.340+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Love me</title><content type='html'>Norah Jones siempre hace de las melodías magia en mis oídos. De su nuevo disco: Featuring, me gustan todas, pero me quedo con esta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #fff2cc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="main_cnt" style="height: 619px; margin-left: 140px; min-height: 619px; padding: 25px 10px 10px 0px; position: relative; width: 683px;"&gt;&lt;div id="div_letra" style="font-size: 13px; height: 260px; min-height: 260px; padding-right: 400px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Treat me like a fool,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Treat me mean and cruel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;But love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Wring my faithful heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Tear it all apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;But love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;If you ever go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Darling, I'll be oh so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'll be sad and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Crying over you, dear only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I would beg and steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Just to feel your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Beatin' so close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;If you ever go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Darling, I'll be oh so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I'll be sad and blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Crying over you, dear only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I would beg and steal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Just to feel your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Beatin' so close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 0px 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;If you ever go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Darling, I'll be oh so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Beggin' on knees,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS',Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;All I ask is please, please love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/7spsaHi2B8nDEaJbjiTmoZ"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Norah Jones (feat. The Little Willies)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/30434475-2939613731012943664?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2939613731012943664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2939613731012943664' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2939613731012943664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2939613731012943664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/12/love-me.html' title='Love me'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8282516547855294806</id><published>2010-11-29T17:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:20:40.598+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Snow Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;She sat there eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;and she watched the snow cover the ground outside&lt;br /&gt;mittens on her hands,&lt;br /&gt;a smile ear to ear&lt;br /&gt;she said in california it hasn't snowed in years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So come outside and we can watch the ski&lt;br /&gt;turn up your palms and open your hands up wide&lt;br /&gt;come outside and open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin next to me&lt;br /&gt;ties her scarf on tight&lt;br /&gt;winter can leave you crying but it brightens up her eyes&lt;br /&gt;snow kisses her cheek where i want to be&lt;span style="font-size: 5px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and rest on her shoulder like in her new york dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;So come outside and we can watch the ski&lt;br /&gt;turn up your palms and open your hands up wide&lt;br /&gt;come outside and open up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just walk with me&lt;br /&gt;no..take my hand I'll lead you down these city streets&lt;br /&gt;no..won't you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;no..won't you walk with me&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;when she says goodbye&lt;br /&gt;she turns around and smiles&lt;br /&gt;next time it snows&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/2mirluHnTLWWnoZCf6RQde"&gt;Ron Pope&lt;/a&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/30434475-8282516547855294806?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8282516547855294806/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8282516547855294806' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8282516547855294806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8282516547855294806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow-song.html' title='Snow Song'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5614432116615176369</id><published>2010-11-22T12:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T12:04:04.484+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>Puede que yo no sepa nada sobre el amor...</title><content type='html'>Puede que yo no sepa nada sobre el amor. Puede que nadie sepa nada, en realidad. Me lo enseñó Carmina cuando me preguntó: ¿ por qué crees que estás enamorada de Vicente?&lt;br /&gt;- Menuda pregunta… a ver…. ¿ por qué le quiero?-tuve que pensar un rato-. Pues porque me hace ser una persona mejor, por ejemplo.&lt;br /&gt;- Eso no sirve.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿por qué no va a servir? Me hace ser una persona mejor, te lo digo en serio. Quiero ser mejor en el trabajo, en la cama, en la vida… quiero ser la mejor para él, es decir, me gustaría que a él no le quedase más remedio que aceptar que soy la mejor.&lt;br /&gt;- Y así Vicente tendría que dejar a Soledad para irse contigo ¿No es eso? Pero, verás, las cosas no funcionan asi. En primer lugar, no sirve porque es la frase de una pelicula de Jack Nicholson en la que hace el papel de un desequilibrado que se redime por amor, y el amor, Amparo, tiene muchos efectos positivos, distintos en cada persona, pero no es redentor. Somos nosotros mismos los que nos salvamos o los que nos hundimos, no te confundas con eso. Y en segundo lugar, no sirve porque tenemos que amar a una persona por lo que es y no por los efectos que causa en nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deberíamos estar enamorados de alguien porque nos gusten sus valores, sus ideas , su manera de vivir, porque nos haga sentir felices, porque nos respete, porque nos aprecie. Deberíamos amar a alguien por como es, ni más ni menos. Dime ¿Cómo es Vicente?&lt;br /&gt;- No sé, déjame que piense. Es alto, moreno, tiene la nariz llena de pecas, parece un crío gamberro...eso me encanta.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿ Le quieres por eso?&lt;br /&gt;- No. No le quiero sólo por eso, pero también le quiero por eso. Le quiero porque es un luchador, porque es creativo, porque es íntegro, porque es un buen hombre.&lt;br /&gt;- ¿ Es así en realidad, Amparo? ¿ Estás segura de que es un hombre íntrego, o quieres creer que lo es?&lt;br /&gt;- Le estás prejuzgando, crees que sabes cómo es porque yo vengo aquí hecha polvo y te cuento lo mal que me siento con todo esto...&lt;br /&gt;- Creía que le querías porque te hacía sentir una persona mejor.&lt;br /&gt;- Estás siendo injusta, y además no sé dónde quieres ir a parar.&lt;br /&gt;- Sólo quiero que sepas si estás segura de que él es el hombre al que quieres, nada más. Quiero saber si sabes por qué le quieres, si sabes por qué estás tanto tiempo al lado de una persona como Vicente, aun sabiendo que no tiene intención de dejar a su mujer. Y eso estaría muy bien, ya te digo que cada persona siente el amor de una manera distinta a los demás, así que si tú quisieras mantener una relación en la que tu pareja no está contigo al cien por cien. sería perfecto si no te sintieras tan mal.&lt;br /&gt;- Puede que no sepamos nada del amor, del amor de verdad. Una cosa es el amor romántico, el amor de las novelas, de las grandes tragedias, el que te lleva del orgasmo a la muerte, el que no tiene términos medios, el de los extremos: o la felicidad o la amargura. Yo no digo que tu amor no sea real, sólo digo que no te hace feliz. Estás aquí frustada, triste y esa es la prueba más evidente. Sientes que un nudo te atenaza el estómago y no te deja respirar. Sientes que no vales nada si él no te quiere, sientes que si él no te quiere nadie más podrá quererte. Te enfadas con él y contigo porque no te explicas porque sigues con una relación como esta, una relación que saca lo peor de ti misma, que te vuelve dependiente, que te hace infeliz, que te impide disfrutar del resto de tu vida, que te convierte en alguien que no te gusta ser, que te entontece.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces, Amparo, dame realmente motivos para este amor que sientes, y sobre todo, dátelos a ti misma. Yo no voy a juzgar a Vicente. Supongo que desde fuera las cosas se van diferentes, y que en su situación hay mil motivos que justifican que no quiera separarse ni tampoco dejarte. NO juzgo a Vicente. Sólo trato de ayudarte a que te enfrentes a tus problemas. ¿Por qué vienes a la consulta Amparo?&lt;br /&gt;- Para que me ayudes a sentirme mejor.&lt;br /&gt;- Pero yo no puedo hacer eso, y créeme que me encantaría. Sólo puedo decirte: tienes atún para cenar y puedes cocinarlo con tomate, con cebolla, con mayonesa o con pan como tú quieras. Pero la decisión es tuya, tú tienes el mando, así que si escoges permanecer en esta relación, al menos deberías tener buenas razones para hacerlo. Deberías saber cómo es de verdad el hombre del que estás enamorada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #ead1dc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fragmento "Algo tan parecido al amor" -Carmen Amoraga (Finalista Nadal 2007)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5614432116615176369?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5614432116615176369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5614432116615176369' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5614432116615176369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Sentados en las escaleras&lt;br /&gt;esperando a que dijeras que la vida es mejor en compañía.&lt;br /&gt;Sentados en una orilla viendo a los demás pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como yo tampoco dije nada aquella noche,&lt;br /&gt;fue la vez que más cerca estuvimos de enredarnos en un beso,&lt;br /&gt;de mezclarnos bien por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Aquella noche fue la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;Sentados en las escaleras&lt;br /&gt;esperando a que dijeras que la vida es mejor en compañía.&lt;br /&gt;Sentados en una orilla viendo a los demás pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como yo tampoco dije nada aquella noche,&lt;br /&gt;fue la vez que más cerca estuvimos de enredarnos en un beso,&lt;br /&gt;de mezclarnos bien por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Aquella noche fue la vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tú nunca dijiste nada,&lt;br /&gt;tienes tanto que perder.&lt;br /&gt;Se nos fugó la noche&lt;br /&gt;de jugarnos en un beso lo bueno de los momentos.&lt;br /&gt;Tú ya sabes nunca tuve apenas nada que perder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no no no no no te invité no te invité no te invité?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué no te invité a dormir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif;"&gt;Nena Daconte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet,'Trebuchet MS',Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 14px;"&gt;(me lo pregunto cada día... )&lt;/span&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/30434475-3398379480760798404?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3398379480760798404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3398379480760798404' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3398379480760798404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3398379480760798404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-te-invite-dormir.html' title='No te invité a dormir'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7773874218649377760</id><published>2010-09-24T12:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:20:40.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Tots els botons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;vull cosir-te tots els botons vull fer-te la vora dels pantalons vull sargir-te amb fil vermell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;els pedaços del teu cor aquest cop vull brodar-la. vull saber-me tots els patrons vull que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;siguin del millor vellut els teus petons regalar-te aquest hivern la bufanda i els mitjons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;aquest cop vull brodar-la. fer cadeneta per començar fer bona lletra com ens van&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ensenyar la millor merceria del món és amb tu, volta’m amb farbalans i perquè no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;m’escapi fes-me uns quants repunts si vols anar sobre segur cus-me un gafet a la butxaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;i al canalé d’aquella jaqueta que et queda tan bé vull que em portis enganxadeta amb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;velcro de passeig aquest cop vull brodar-la i amb tisores retallaré les betes que et molestin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;te les treuré fins que notis que aquest vestit més a mida no pot ser aquest cop vull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;brodar-la fer cadeneta per començar fer bona lletra com ens van ensenyar la millor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;merceria del món és amb tu, volta’m amb farbalans i perquè no m’escapi fes-me uns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quants repunts si vols anar sobre segur cus-me un gafet ressegueix-me amb puntetes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;cremallera si cal sedalina, agulla i didal i si vols imperdibles per assegurar el trau si t’ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sobrat algun trosset pots fer-ne un llacet… fil pels descosits i amb els cinc sentits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4Q0OK0kVuuX35Yh87X86w4" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;La Beth &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7773874218649377760?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7773874218649377760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7773874218649377760' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7773874218649377760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7773874218649377760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/tots-els-botons.html' title='Tots els botons'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8763683154747798930</id><published>2010-09-07T07:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T07:49:00.298+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mecano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>El siete de septiembre</title><content type='html'>Parece mentira&lt;br /&gt;que después de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;rotos nuestros lazos&lt;br /&gt;sigamos manteniendo&lt;br /&gt;la ilusion en nuestro&lt;br /&gt;aniversario&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La misma mesita&lt;br /&gt;que nos ha visto amarrar&lt;br /&gt;las manos por debajo&lt;br /&gt;cuida que el rincón&lt;br /&gt;de siempre&lt;br /&gt;permanezca reservado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque la historia se acabo&lt;br /&gt;hay algo vivo en este amor&lt;br /&gt;que aunque empeñamos en soplar&lt;br /&gt;hay llamas que ni con el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las flores de mayo&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco cederán&lt;br /&gt;a las patas de gallo&lt;br /&gt;y nos buscaremos con los ojos&lt;br /&gt;por si que queda algo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 7 de septiembre es&lt;br /&gt;es nuestro aniversario&lt;br /&gt;y no sabemos si besarnos&lt;br /&gt;en la cara o en los labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque la historia se acabo&lt;br /&gt;hay algo vivo en este amor&lt;br /&gt;que aunque empeñamos en soplar&lt;br /&gt;hay llamas que ni con el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El 7 de septiembre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/artist/5BMgsAFg8rZQc3tqs5BB8G"&gt;Mecano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8763683154747798930?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8763683154747798930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8763683154747798930' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8763683154747798930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8763683154747798930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/el-siete-de-septiembre.html' title='El siete de septiembre'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6437400058945116564</id><published>2010-09-05T16:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T16:57:00.195+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Ayo Technology</title><content type='html'>She work it girl, she work the pole&lt;br /&gt;She break it down, she take it low&lt;br /&gt;She fine as hell, she about the dough&lt;br /&gt;She doing her thing out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Her money money, she makin' makin'&lt;br /&gt;Got the way she shakin'&lt;br /&gt;Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it&lt;br /&gt;Have you lustin' for her,&lt;br /&gt;go crazy face it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so much more than you're used to&lt;br /&gt;She know's just how to move to seduce you&lt;br /&gt;She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot&lt;br /&gt;Dance in you're lap till you're ready to pop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She always ready, when you want it she want it&lt;br /&gt;Like a nympho, the info&lt;br /&gt;I show you where to meet her&lt;br /&gt;On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin'&lt;br /&gt;If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here,&lt;br /&gt;you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front-- of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her fantasy, there's plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Just how it be, on me, backstrokin',&lt;br /&gt;Sweat soaking&lt;br /&gt;All into my set sheets&lt;br /&gt;When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in this bitch till the club close&lt;br /&gt;What should I do, on all fours&lt;br /&gt;Now that that shit should be against the law&lt;br /&gt;Different style, different move,&lt;br /&gt;Damn I like the way you move&lt;br /&gt;Girl you got me thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;All the things I'd do to you&lt;br /&gt;Let's get it poppin' shorty&lt;br /&gt;We can switch positions&lt;br /&gt;From the couch to the counters in my kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh she wants it, Ooh she wants it&lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;She wants it, Hmm she wants it&lt;br /&gt;Hmm she wants it, I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;I got to give it to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby It's a new age,&lt;br /&gt;You like my new craze&lt;br /&gt;Let's get together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can start a new phase&lt;br /&gt;The smokes got the club all hazy,&lt;br /&gt;Spotlights don't do you justice baby&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here, you got me saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you sit down on top of me&lt;br /&gt;Aayooh&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of using technology&lt;br /&gt;I need you right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto nos pasa a todos! esta canción es de &lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/4Sdjsnfimz0DCYhbI35uoz"&gt;Milow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6437400058945116564?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6437400058945116564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6437400058945116564' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6437400058945116564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6437400058945116564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/ayo-technology.html' title='Ayo Technology'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7900194058772679789</id><published>2010-09-03T11:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T11:30:39.438+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Vorrei</title><content type='html'>Vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;esaudire tutti i sogni tuoi,&lt;br /&gt;vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;cancellare ciò che tu non vuoi&lt;br /&gt;però, lo sai che io vivo attraverso gli occhi tuoi...&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;che tu fossi felice in ogni istante&lt;br /&gt;vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;stare insieme a te, così, per sempre&lt;br /&gt;però, lo sai che io vivo attraverso gli occhi tuoi!&lt;br /&gt;E vorrei poterti amare&lt;br /&gt;fino a quando tu ci sarai&lt;br /&gt;sono nato per regalarti quel che ancora tu non hai,&lt;br /&gt;così se vuoi portarmi dentro al cuore tuo,&lt;br /&gt;con te io ti prego, e sai perchè...&lt;br /&gt;Vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;esaudire tutti i sogni tuoi,&lt;br /&gt;vorrei, vorrei...&lt;br /&gt;cancellare ciò che tu non vuoi&lt;br /&gt;però, lo sai che io vivo attraverso gli occhi tuoi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackangel512.altervista.org/Cesare_Cremonini_-_Lunapop_-_Vorrei.mp3"&gt;Luna pop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7900194058772679789?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7900194058772679789/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7900194058772679789' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7900194058772679789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7900194058772679789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/vorrei.html' title='Vorrei'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1936357570379705144</id><published>2010-09-02T16:30:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:30:00.110+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Flowers in the window</title><content type='html'>When I First Held You I Was Cold&lt;br /&gt;A Melting Snowman I Was Told&lt;br /&gt;But Now There Was No One There To Hold&lt;br /&gt;Before I Swore That I Would Be Alone Forever More&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Look At You Now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers In The Window&lt;br /&gt;Its Such A Lovely Day&lt;br /&gt;And Im Glad You Feel The Same&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up, Out In The Crowd&lt;br /&gt;You Are One In A Million&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets Watch The Flowers Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Is No Reason To Feel Bad&lt;br /&gt;But There Are Many Seasons To Feel Glad, Sad, Mad&lt;br /&gt;Its Just A Bunch Of Feelings That We Have&lt;br /&gt;To Hold But I Am Here To Help You With The Load&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Look At You Now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers In The Window&lt;br /&gt;Its Such A Lovely Day&lt;br /&gt;And Im Glad You Feel The Same&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up, Out In The Crowd&lt;br /&gt;You Are One In A Million&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You So&lt;br /&gt;Lets Watch The Flowers Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus (La La La)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Now Were Here And Now Its Fine&lt;br /&gt;So Far Away From There And There Its Time Time Time&lt;br /&gt;To Plant New Seeds And Watch Them Grow&lt;br /&gt;So Therell Be Flowers In The Window When We Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Look At Us Now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers In The Window&lt;br /&gt;Its Such A Lovely Day&lt;br /&gt;And Im Glad You Feel The Same&lt;br /&gt;Stand Up, Out In The Crowd&lt;br /&gt;You Are One In A Million&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You So&lt;br /&gt;Lets Watch The Flowers Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Look At You Now&lt;br /&gt;Flowers In The Window&lt;br /&gt;Its Such A Lovely Day&lt;br /&gt;And Im Glad You Feel The Same&lt;br /&gt;So Just Stand Up, Up In The Crowd&lt;br /&gt;You Are One In A Million&lt;br /&gt;And I Love You So&lt;br /&gt;Lets Watch The Flowers Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Lets Watch The Flowers Grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/7kZ4ZwFYoHXtcc7mNQJFyJ"&gt;Studio 99 – Flowers In The Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1936357570379705144?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1936357570379705144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1936357570379705144' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1936357570379705144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1936357570379705144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/flowers-in-window.html' title='Flowers in the window'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8197331970790138578</id><published>2010-09-01T07:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:48:31.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>La casa de Inés</title><content type='html'>Bésame, bésame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanté en la estación&lt;br /&gt;y en mi reloj marcaban las diez&lt;br /&gt;Corrí, cogí el primer tren&lt;br /&gt;que me llevó a la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijo:&lt;br /&gt;"Hazme lo que quieras,&lt;br /&gt;hazme enloquecer"&lt;br /&gt;Luego yo se lo tuve que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Házme enloquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanté esta mañana&lt;br /&gt;hacía frío y tenía calor&lt;br /&gt;y sus braguitas colgando&lt;br /&gt;sobre las aspas del ventilador&lt;br /&gt;"Oye,&lt;br /&gt;hazme lo que quieras,&lt;br /&gt;hazme enloquecer"&lt;br /&gt;Luego yo se lo tuve que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dijo:&lt;br /&gt;"Hazme lo que quieras,&lt;br /&gt;hazme enloquecer"&lt;br /&gt;Luego yo se lo tuve que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oye,&lt;br /&gt;hazme lo que quieras,&lt;br /&gt;hazme enloquecer"&lt;br /&gt;Luego yo se lo tuve que hacer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;Toda la noche besando&lt;br /&gt;toda la noche en la casa de Inés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, Inesita&lt;br /&gt;"Hazme lo que quieras"&lt;br /&gt;Y luego yo se lo tuve que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6h4c0xbciwIYZ79wCwvc3R"&gt;Guaraná-Grabaciones 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8197331970790138578?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8197331970790138578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8197331970790138578' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8197331970790138578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8197331970790138578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-casa-de-ines.html' title='La casa de Inés'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8299171662270231880</id><published>2010-08-28T11:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T11:44:00.194+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Merece la pena</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Un jueves telefónico)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Trirt el qui mai no ha perdut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;per amor una casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Joan Margarit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las diez te llamo&lt;br /&gt;para decir que tengo diez llamadas,&lt;br /&gt;otra reunión, seis cartas,&lt;br /&gt;una mañana espesa, varias citas&lt;br /&gt;y nostalgia de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las doce y media&lt;br /&gt;llamas para contarme tus llamadas,&lt;br /&gt;cómo va tu trabajo,&lt;br /&gt;me explicas por encima los negocios&lt;br /&gt;que llevas en común con tu ex-marido,&lt;br /&gt;debes sin más remedio hacer la compra&lt;br /&gt;y me echas de menos.&lt;br /&gt;El teléfono quiere espuma de cerveza,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no, la mañana no es hermosa ni rubia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las cuatro y media&lt;br /&gt;comunica tu siesta. Me llamas a las seis para decirme&lt;br /&gt;que sales disparada,&lt;br /&gt;que se queda tu hijo en casa de un amigo,&lt;br /&gt;que te aburre esta vida, pero a las siete debes&lt;br /&gt;estar en no sé dónde,&lt;br /&gt;y a las ocho te esperan&lt;br /&gt;en la presentación de no sé quién&lt;br /&gt;y luego sufres restaurante y copas&lt;br /&gt;con algunos amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Si no se te hace tarde&lt;br /&gt;me llamarás a casa cuando llegues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no se te hace tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre las dos y media te aseguro&lt;br /&gt;que no me has despertado.&lt;br /&gt;El teléfono busca ventanas encendidas&lt;br /&gt;en las calles desiertas&lt;br /&gt;y me alegra escuchar noticias de la noche,&lt;br /&gt;cotilleos del mundo literario,&lt;br /&gt;que se te nota lo feliz que eres,&lt;br /&gt;que no haces otra cosa que hablar mucho de mí&lt;br /&gt;con todos los que hablas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada sabe de amor quien no ha perdido&lt;br /&gt;por amor una casa, una hija tal vez&lt;br /&gt;y más de medio sueldo,&lt;br /&gt;empeñado en el arte de ser feliz y justo,&lt;br /&gt;al otro lado de tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;al sur de las fronteras telefónicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d9d2e9; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luis García Montero &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8299171662270231880?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8299171662270231880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8299171662270231880' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8299171662270231880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8299171662270231880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/08/merece-la-pena.html' title='Merece la pena'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-861278573219514313</id><published>2010-08-24T11:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T11:41:00.278+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fragmentos'/><title type='text'>En los días de lluvia (Fragmento)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Es más sabio el amor cuando amanece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;cuando ya empieza a oírse la mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;por el camino largo, desierto de tu piel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #fff2cc; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luis García Montero &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-861278573219514313?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/861278573219514313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=861278573219514313' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/861278573219514313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/861278573219514313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/08/en-los-dias-de-lluvia-fragmento.html' title='En los días de lluvia (Fragmento)'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-9064427817034911829</id><published>2010-08-23T20:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:09:11.837+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Mi segundo amor</title><content type='html'>Yo tuve un amor y me traicionó&lt;br /&gt;dejándome en el alma una desilusión&lt;br /&gt;Tuve de aquel amor una amarga impresión&lt;br /&gt;y de casualidad te presentaste tú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, mi segundo amor,&lt;br /&gt;fue el que vino a volar&lt;br /&gt;esa duda constante que yo tenía&lt;br /&gt;culpa de aquel amor en quien yo creía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, que siempre creí&lt;br /&gt;que sólo había un amor&lt;br /&gt;hoy, contigo aprendí&lt;br /&gt;que hay un segundo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/3tgP8FD18wjaKKXHNQreEG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Revolver y Chavela Vargas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-9064427817034911829?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/9064427817034911829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=9064427817034911829' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/9064427817034911829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/9064427817034911829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/08/mi-segundo-amor.html' title='Mi segundo amor'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8360009346274534878</id><published>2010-08-20T11:47:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:47:00.432+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Hombres que me servisteis de verano</title><content type='html'>Ese que no dejó de ser mi amante&lt;br /&gt;y al que le debo siempre sepultura,&lt;br /&gt;uno a quien nunca quise lo bastante;&lt;br /&gt;aquél, obra de sueño, conjetura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me jugó a nada y tuvo suerte,&lt;br /&gt;otro que no ha venido de la guerra,&lt;br /&gt;éste donde converso con mi muerte&lt;br /&gt;porque me lo disputa hasta la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Salid de la memoria evocadora&lt;br /&gt;con vuestro amor, pues tengo frío ahora!&lt;br /&gt;Sabed todos que os llevo de la mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuestras sombras estallan como un mito&lt;br /&gt;de vez en cuando aquí. Sois lo bendito,&lt;br /&gt;hombres que me servisteis de verano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #d9ead3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Carilda Oliver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8360009346274534878?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8360009346274534878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8360009346274534878' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8360009346274534878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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pedido tanto amor, pero con tan poco encanto&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;br /&gt;me he pasado de lista&lt;br /&gt;y a ti&lt;br /&gt;te ha entrado la risa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domino el sexo opuesto ni me he puesto las pilas&lt;br /&gt;tanto esfuerzo te ha costado estar a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;y ahora&lt;br /&gt;quieres irte deprisa&lt;br /&gt;ahora&lt;br /&gt;eres tu quien termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! no intentes llorar, sabes bien que te puedo y que&lt;br /&gt;que no lo aguantaras.&lt;br /&gt;mmm, vivo o muerto que mas da, voy directa de ti al desamor, de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a esperarte aqui bajo este manzano&lt;br /&gt;he pecado tanto amor que su fruto me ha dado&lt;br /&gt;la&lt;br /&gt;libertad que quería&lt;br /&gt;ahora&lt;br /&gt;no serás tu quien se ría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He estrenado tus primeros besos sagrados&lt;br /&gt;y te jode admitir que nos los tienes guardados&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;me agarro a lo divino&lt;br /&gt;ahora,&lt;br /&gt;ahora,&lt;br /&gt;ahora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! no intentes llorar, sabes bien que te puedo y que&lt;br /&gt;que no lo aguantarás.&lt;br /&gt;mmm, vivo o muerto que mas da, voy directa de ti al desamor, de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! no intentes llorar, sabes bien que te puedo y que&lt;br /&gt;que no lo aguantarás.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! vivo o muerto que mas da, voy directa de ti al desamor, de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/5tik8GeYr4z3R5hABYtbIf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mäbu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&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/30434475-221831951644748765?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/221831951644748765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=221831951644748765' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/221831951644748765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/221831951644748765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/08/bajo-este-manzano.html' title='Bajo este manzano'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6626451139956595206</id><published>2010-08-18T11:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T11:22:00.992+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='De prestado'/><title type='text'>Et in Formentera Ego</title><content type='html'>(en el frasco de este perfume unisex, aparece este poema)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puedo sentir el crujir de los caminos de piedras&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Puedo sentir la suave tirantez del agua y el sol sobre mi piel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mientras el aire me envuelve y me susurra al oído que respire la isla.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La arena viaja sin rumbo en un soplo travieso,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enredando mi pelo me invita a quedarme.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;De los sentidos se arrastran partículas de luz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;que recorren las yemas de todos los dedos del mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;La arena caliente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Los ojos bañados en sal se deshacen entre los azules más imposibles.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Espiro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;El olor sigue regalándome vivir de ti.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6626451139956595206?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6626451139956595206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6626451139956595206' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Menamoré</title><content type='html'>Me enamoré, de un tipo que parece tonto&lt;br /&gt;y no lo es,&lt;br /&gt;no es un modelo de Hugo Boss&lt;br /&gt;pero modela para mí, toda su ropa interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoré, de alguién que no usa perfume&lt;br /&gt;y huele bien&lt;br /&gt;no es un amante de novelas&lt;br /&gt;pero me entrega su amor, sin escenas ni guión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene cabellera hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;no es un metrosexual de la prensa rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque yo me enamoré, de un tipo que&lt;br /&gt;no me ha dado flores ni una vez&lt;br /&gt;pero llenó de primaveras, toda esta casa vacía.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero rosas que arrancadas&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo ha de marchitar&lt;br /&gt;prefiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;y convertir todos los meses en abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoré, de alguien que cree que el&lt;br /&gt;matrimonio es un papel&lt;br /&gt;de alguién que se queja por todo,&lt;br /&gt;pero me da la razón,&lt;br /&gt;sin pedir explicación.&lt;br /&gt;No quiere ver, que existe un Dios que puede&lt;br /&gt;mucho más que él,&lt;br /&gt;pero me lleva al paraíso, cuando hacemos el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tiene cabellera hermosa,&lt;br /&gt;no es un metrosexual de la prensa rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque yo me enamoré, de un tipo que&lt;br /&gt;no me ha dado flores ni una vez&lt;br /&gt;pero llenó de primaveras, toda esta casa vacía.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero rosas que arrancadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo ha de marchitar&lt;br /&gt;prefiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;y convertir todos los meses en abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoré, de un tipo que&lt;br /&gt;no me ha dado flores ni una vez&lt;br /&gt;pero llenó de primaveras, toda esta casa vacía.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero rosas que arrancadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo ha de marchitar&lt;br /&gt;prefiero estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;y convertir todos los meses en abril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6olzzRocgcF1y6BEqd3qR1"&gt;Georgina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1009629717111029742?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1009629717111029742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1009629717111029742' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1009629717111029742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1009629717111029742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/08/menamore.html' title='Menamoré'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2441764636905927293</id><published>2010-07-01T14:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:43:39.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tontxu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Vuelvo</title><content type='html'>Vuelvo &lt;br /&gt;porque mis pies dejaron huellas en el suelo &lt;br /&gt;porque son tantos y tan buenos los recuerdos &lt;br /&gt;que no puedo estar sin ti &lt;br /&gt;por eso vuelvo &lt;br /&gt;Por eso vuelvo &lt;br /&gt;porque volver es el mejor de los destinos &lt;br /&gt;porque recuerdo cada curva del camino &lt;br /&gt;porque no es dar un paso atrás volver contigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque pasa la vida y no se para el reloj &lt;br /&gt;el final de mis pasos lo decido yo &lt;br /&gt;y es que me he prometido &lt;br /&gt;que mañana me voy &lt;br /&gt;Mañana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo &lt;br /&gt;porque en la vida fui capaz de ir solo al cine &lt;br /&gt;porque recuerdo que una tarde te lo dije &lt;br /&gt;que volvería y hoy me voy por donde vine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso vuelvo &lt;br /&gt;porque no encuentro aquel acorde que buscaba &lt;br /&gt;y no me sale la canción que deseaba &lt;br /&gt;y necesito regresar para encontratrla &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque pasa la vida y no se para el reloj &lt;br /&gt;el final de mis pasos lo decido yo &lt;br /&gt;y es que me he prometido &lt;br /&gt;que mañana me voy &lt;br /&gt;Mañana &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelvo porque te quise &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te quiero &lt;br /&gt;vuelvo porque te estaba echando de menos.&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;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/19T6MBenGNLlbJnyOh5lCc"&gt;Tontxu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2441764636905927293?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2441764636905927293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2441764636905927293' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2441764636905927293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2441764636905927293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/07/vuelvo.html' title='Vuelvo'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1686279398598517359</id><published>2010-06-30T13:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:43:01.572+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meaghan Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>It's in our hello&lt;br /&gt;In the way your smile glows&lt;br /&gt;And it's in our good bye&lt;br /&gt;In the tear in your eye&lt;br /&gt;And all in between&lt;br /&gt;When you're lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;What you don't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shimmers through&lt;br /&gt;In the things you do&lt;br /&gt;When you write me a note&lt;br /&gt;And send it by the post&lt;br /&gt;What you might not sign&lt;br /&gt;On that bottom line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;What you don't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are not needed&lt;br /&gt;And though my ears&lt;br /&gt;Could be misled&lt;br /&gt;My heart can hear instead&lt;br /&gt;What goes unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me with this&lt;br /&gt;A hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And that little phrase&lt;br /&gt;Those three words&lt;br /&gt;You can't say&lt;br /&gt;But please don't feel blue&lt;br /&gt;Cause I always knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;And I love you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/6tb856HjU9EtW65DKGoQOT"&gt;Meaghan Smith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1686279398598517359?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1686279398598517359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1686279398598517359' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1686279398598517359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1686279398598517359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-know.html' title='I Know'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4855199765688238589</id><published>2010-06-29T13:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:43:14.671+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pastora'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><title type='text'>Planetes Marins</title><content type='html'>Aigüa avall baixava una rosa &lt;br /&gt;Cel amunt volava un ocell &lt;br /&gt;I la flor besava una onada &lt;br /&gt;Que d’una abraçada la deixà sense arrels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre núvols l’ocell la mirava &lt;br /&gt;Quèien els pètals, nua la flor &lt;br /&gt;Tot piulant volia salvar-la &lt;br /&gt;Però les espines punxàven el vòl &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELS AMORS QUE NO OBLIDARÉ &lt;br /&gt;SÓN AQUELLS QUE NO VAIG TENIR &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; SI POGUÉS, NOMÉS, SOMIAR&lt;br /&gt;QUE UNA ONA EM POGUÉS ESTIMAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era el mar més gran que recordo &lt;br /&gt;Un planeta de peixos i sal &lt;br /&gt;I la flor per més que estudiava &lt;br /&gt;La seva bellesa no aprenia a nedar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELS AMORS QUE NO OBLIDARÉ &lt;br /&gt;SÓN AQUELLS QUE VAIG TENIR &lt;br /&gt;SI POGUÉS, NOMÉS, SOMMIAR &lt;br /&gt;QUE UNA ONA EM POGUÉS SEGRESTAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/1kR46bSg3YNHclcPRW7IbL"&gt;Pastora&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4855199765688238589?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4855199765688238589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4855199765688238589' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4855199765688238589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4855199765688238589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/06/planetes-marins.html' title='Planetes Marins'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4903328250804594909</id><published>2010-06-28T14:36:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:43:29.177+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spotify'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anni B Sweet'/><title type='text'>Shiny Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;But it's only when you leave&lt;br /&gt;that I'm staying up alone&lt;br /&gt;and you just walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;even even start﻿ to moan&lt;br /&gt;I said baby baby please&lt;br /&gt;don't you leave me sitting here&lt;br /&gt;got a lot of imagination for all horrible things&lt;br /&gt;But you're ready in the car&lt;br /&gt;and you're driving your way home well,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you﻿ a message&lt;br /&gt;on the telephone saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby&lt;br /&gt;bring me my shiny days&lt;br /&gt;bring me my shiny days back&lt;br /&gt;and he said;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, darling,&lt;br /&gt;bring me my shiny days&lt;br /&gt;and take away the rainy days&lt;br /&gt;and it's been three days past&lt;br /&gt;but you still have not been back&lt;br /&gt;you've got a lot of work to do&lt;br /&gt;you're a busy busy man&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;with the same love as﻿ before&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm still waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;to give me more and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby, bring me my shiny days bring me my shiny days back end he said;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Oh, darling, bring me my shiny days&lt;br /&gt;and take away the rainy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://open.spotify.com/track/5JC25PqAzTpYJQAOeGf148"&gt;Anni B Sweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4903328250804594909?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4903328250804594909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4903328250804594909' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4903328250804594909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4903328250804594909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/06/shiny-days.html' title='Shiny Days'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3392669289395426349</id><published>2010-06-07T15:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:43:51.721+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lena'/><title type='text'>Satellite -Lena</title><content type='html'>I went everywhere for you&lt;br /&gt;I even did my hair for you&lt;br /&gt;I bought new underwear, they’re blue&lt;br /&gt;And I wore ‘em just the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, you know I’ll fight for you&lt;br /&gt;I left on the porch light for you&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are sweet or cruel&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love you either way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I, oh, I can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;Like a satellite, I’m in an orbit all the way around you&lt;br /&gt;And I would fall out into the night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I got it bad for you&lt;br /&gt;I saved the best I have for you&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes make me sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t have it any other way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, my aim is straight and true&lt;br /&gt;Cupid’s arrow is just for you&lt;br /&gt;I even painted my toe nails for you&lt;br /&gt;I did it just the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I, oh, I can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;Like a satellite I’m in an orbit all the way around you&lt;br /&gt;And I would fall out into the night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I, oh, I can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you go, I’ll follow&lt;br /&gt;You set the pace, we’ll take it fast and slow&lt;br /&gt;I’ll follow in your way,&lt;br /&gt;You got me, you got me&lt;br /&gt;A force more powerful than gravity&lt;br /&gt;It’s physics, there’s no escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, my aim is straight and true&lt;br /&gt;Cupid’s arrow is just for you&lt;br /&gt;I even painted my toe nails for you&lt;br /&gt;I did it just the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I, oh, &lt;strong&gt;I can’t go a minute without your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like a satellite I’m in orbit all the way around you&lt;br /&gt;And I would fall out into the night&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go a minute without your&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, oh, love, I gotta tell you how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I, oh, I can’t go a minute without your love&lt;br /&gt;Love, love, love, love, love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3392669289395426349?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3392669289395426349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3392669289395426349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3392669289395426349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3392669289395426349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2010/06/satellite-lena_07.html' title='Satellite -Lena'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1575604793729088046</id><published>2009-10-31T10:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:52:33.081+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Take me home</title><content type='html'>And it's your guitar that discovers you wild&lt;br /&gt;For all I can see is the dark of a sky&lt;br /&gt;And the plumbs in a glass jar of wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;How I got here, but now you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I subsist&lt;br /&gt;With candled up nights&lt;br /&gt;And pure spirits&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;You dragged me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's my guitar that discovers me blind&lt;br /&gt;For all I can see is the clarity side&lt;br /&gt;And the bones someone spat&lt;br /&gt;On the trash from the plumbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;How I got here, but now you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I subsist&lt;br /&gt;With candled up nights&lt;br /&gt;And pure spirits&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;How, how, how, how, I got here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you can call&lt;br /&gt;The name of our hope&lt;br /&gt;That probably means&lt;br /&gt;I'm not there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me home, take me home, take me home, don't know&lt;br /&gt;take me home, take me home, don't know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Russian RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1575604793729088046?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1575604793729088046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1575604793729088046' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1575604793729088046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1575604793729088046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-me-home.html' title='Take me home'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2705735268153055598</id><published>2009-08-06T23:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.157+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Bébetela</title><content type='html'>Dile cosas bonitas a tu novia:&lt;br /&gt;«Tienes un cuerpo de reloj de arena&lt;br /&gt;y un alma de película de Hawks.»&lt;br /&gt;Díselo muy bajito, con tus labios&lt;br /&gt;pegados a su oreja, sin que nadie&lt;br /&gt;pueda escuchar lo que le estás diciendo&lt;br /&gt;(a saber, que sus piernas son cohetes&lt;br /&gt;dirigidos al centro de la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;o que sus senos son la madriguera&lt;br /&gt;de un cangrejo de mar, o que su espalda&lt;br /&gt;es plata viva) . Y cuando se lo crea&lt;br /&gt;y comience a licuarse entre tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;no dudes ni un segundo:&lt;br /&gt;bébetela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"El bosque y otros poemas" 1997&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Luis Alberto de Cuenca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2705735268153055598?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2705735268153055598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>No tenemos un lenguaje para los finales...</title><content type='html'>No tenemos un lenguaje para los finales,&lt;br /&gt;para la caída del amor,&lt;br /&gt;para los concentrados laberintos de la agonía,&lt;br /&gt;para el amordazado escándalo&lt;br /&gt;de los hundimientos irrevocables.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo decirle a quien nos abandona&lt;br /&gt;o a quien abandonamos&lt;br /&gt;que agregar otra ausencia a la ausencia&lt;br /&gt;es ahogar todos los nombres&lt;br /&gt;y levantar un muro&lt;br /&gt;alrededor de cada imagen.&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo hacer señas a quien muere,&lt;br /&gt;cuando todos los gestos se han secado,&lt;br /&gt;las distancias se confunden en un caos imprevisto,&lt;br /&gt;las proximidades se derrumban como pájaros enfermos&lt;br /&gt;y el tallo del dolor&lt;br /&gt;se quiebra como lanzadera&lt;br /&gt;de un telar descompuesto.&lt;br /&gt;¿O cómo hablarse cada uno a sí mismo&lt;br /&gt;cuando nada, cuando nadie ya habla,&lt;br /&gt;cuando las estrellas y los rostros son secreciones neutras&lt;br /&gt;de un mundo que ha perdido&lt;br /&gt;su memoria de un mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Quizá un lenguaje para los finales&lt;br /&gt;exija la total abolición de los otros lenguajes,&lt;br /&gt;la imperturbable síntesis&lt;br /&gt;de las tierras arrasadas.&lt;br /&gt;O tal vez crear un habla de intersticios,&lt;br /&gt;que reúna los mínimos espacios&lt;br /&gt;entreverados entre el silencio y la palabra&lt;br /&gt;y las ignotas partículas sin codicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7734299648511529015?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7734299648511529015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7734299648511529015' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7734299648511529015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7734299648511529015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-tenemos-un-lenguaje-para-los-finales.html' title='No tenemos un lenguaje para los finales...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5957344854549932431</id><published>2009-06-12T00:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.158+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Hemos amado juntos tantas cosas...</title><content type='html'>Hemos amado juntos tantas cosas&lt;br /&gt;que es difícil amarlas separados.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que se hubieran alejado de pronto&lt;br /&gt;o que el amor fuera una hormiga&lt;br /&gt;escalando los declives del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemos vivido juntos tanto abismo&lt;br /&gt;que sin ti todo parece superficie,&lt;br /&gt;órbita de simulacros que resbalan,&lt;br /&gt;tensión sin extensiones,&lt;br /&gt;vigilancia de cuerpos sin presencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemos perdido juntos tanta nada&lt;br /&gt;que el hábito persiste y se da vuelta&lt;br /&gt;y ahora todo es ganancia de la nada.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se convierte en antitiempo&lt;br /&gt;porque ya no lo piensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemos callado y hablado tanto juntos&lt;br /&gt;que hasta callar y hablar son dos traiciones,&lt;br /&gt;dos sustancias sin justificación,&lt;br /&gt;dos sustitutos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo hemos buscado todo,&lt;br /&gt;lo hemos hallado todo,&lt;br /&gt;lo hemos dejado todo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Únicamente no nos dieron tiempo&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar el ojo de tu muerte,&lt;br /&gt;aunque fuera también para dejarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5957344854549932431?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5957344854549932431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5957344854549932431' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5957344854549932431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5957344854549932431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/06/hemos-amado-juntos-tantas-cosas.html' title='Hemos amado juntos tantas cosas...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-838348979787291338</id><published>2009-06-01T00:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.158+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Junio</title><content type='html'>Oh, sé que he de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;cuando el otoño abrume con sus frutos goteantes&lt;br /&gt;la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;cuando las mozas pasen mordiendo los racimos&lt;br /&gt;como si fueran labios,&lt;br /&gt;cuando las piernas rudas de los hombres&lt;br /&gt;se tiñan con la sangre púrpura de las vides&lt;br /&gt;y quede una canción flotando en el azul helor de la tarde&lt;br /&gt;madura.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sé que he de buscarte.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando caiga en el río el beso desmayado de la última&lt;br /&gt;adelfa buscaré tus pisadas sobre la arena tibia&lt;br /&gt;donde tu cuerpo expiraba bajo el mío&lt;br /&gt;como un talle verde en el suspenso mediodía.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sé que he de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;cuando el dormido cisne del otoño aletee en su nido;&lt;br /&gt;pero Junio es ahora un pastor silencioso&lt;br /&gt;que coronan los oros sagrados de la trilla,&lt;br /&gt;y yo bebo en tu cuerpo la música desnuda&lt;br /&gt;que languidece en los violines lentos de la siesta.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yo sé que he de buscarte&lt;br /&gt;cuando la campiña despierte del letargo amarillo&lt;br /&gt;de los élitros;&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora es tu cuerpo sólo, tu cuerpo junto al mío,&lt;br /&gt;mientras Junio incendia la felicidad de los montes&lt;br /&gt;más lejanos&lt;br /&gt;y el río besa tímidamente nuestros pies&lt;br /&gt;como si Narciso nos contemplara con sus diluidos ojos&lt;br /&gt;verdes de agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo García Baena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-838348979787291338?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/838348979787291338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=838348979787291338' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/838348979787291338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/838348979787291338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/06/junio.html' title='Junio'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4902503476058631044</id><published>2009-05-30T23:07:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.158+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Mundo Nuevo</title><content type='html'>Este es mi mejor mundo&lt;br /&gt;puesto que tú lo habitas&lt;br /&gt;-lo habitamos-, en medio&lt;br /&gt;del llanto y la palabra.&lt;br /&gt;Para estrenarlo, hubimos&lt;br /&gt;de adoptar la esperanza&lt;br /&gt;que, como lazarillo,&lt;br /&gt;guiara nuestros pasos.&lt;br /&gt;La soledad contigo&lt;br /&gt;qué dulce se presenta.&lt;br /&gt;El mar, contigo, al fondo,&lt;br /&gt;su amistad nos ofrece;&lt;br /&gt;el pájaro nos canta,&lt;br /&gt;el agua corre limpia,&lt;br /&gt;por la noche asomamos&lt;br /&gt;nuestros rostros en paz&lt;br /&gt;juntos, frente a la estrella.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando en el instante&lt;br /&gt;de sentir a Dios, tomas&lt;br /&gt;mi mano, qué silencio&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón recoge.&lt;br /&gt;Todo está más que dicho&lt;br /&gt;en ese mundo antiguo&lt;br /&gt;donde tú rescataste&lt;br /&gt;mi tristeza. Hoy estreno&lt;br /&gt;la luz, la verdadera,&lt;br /&gt;la única que podía&lt;br /&gt;iluminar mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Amor, un mundo nuevo,&lt;br /&gt;un reducido mundo&lt;br /&gt;para cantar: es todo.&lt;br /&gt;Ya es bastante: lo único.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pilar Paz Pasamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4902503476058631044?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4902503476058631044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4902503476058631044' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4902503476058631044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4902503476058631044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/mundo-nuevo.html' title='Mundo Nuevo'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-389070737066796536</id><published>2009-05-27T23:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Escribir el miedo es escribir</title><content type='html'>Escribir el miedo es escribir&lt;br /&gt;despacio, con letra&lt;br /&gt;pequeña y líneas separadas,&lt;br /&gt;describir lo próximo, los humores,&lt;br /&gt;la próxima inocencia&lt;br /&gt;de lo vivo, las familiares&lt;br /&gt;dependencias carnosas, la piel&lt;br /&gt;sonrosada, sanguínea, las venas,&lt;br /&gt;venillas, capilares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Olvido García Valdés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-389070737066796536?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/389070737066796536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=389070737066796536' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/389070737066796536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/389070737066796536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/escribir-el-miedo-es-escribir.html' title='Escribir el miedo es escribir'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6018749272245955857</id><published>2009-05-25T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Todo te nombra</title><content type='html'>Las trayectorias opuestas se encuentran se&lt;br /&gt;abren los muslos temerosos&lt;br /&gt;el amor arranca sus raíces del sueño&lt;br /&gt;una nube se cierne sobre el párpado&lt;br /&gt;el gran señor de la mañana dormita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche atraviesa el puente el carruaje&lt;br /&gt;extraviado de los que despiertan se detiene&lt;br /&gt;en el punto donde se acumulan los murmullos&lt;br /&gt;un árbol de frío eleva su voz colérica&lt;br /&gt;la mirada de la angustia despliega sus reflejos&lt;br /&gt;todo te nombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inmovilidad del río el barquero espera&lt;br /&gt;las luces acuden en socorro de la fiesta del corazón&lt;br /&gt;el deseo de la mujer es un grito el coro&lt;br /&gt;de las damas elegantes en la nebulosa de la dádiva&lt;br /&gt;se consume el temor rueda&lt;br /&gt;la despiadada cadena de los visitantes lentamente&lt;br /&gt;se purifica la esclavitud los nervios abiertos&lt;br /&gt;recogen las intenciones extrañas el hábito&lt;br /&gt;del perseguidor la aparición&lt;br /&gt;de un vago suicidio en la mañana de los lamentos&lt;br /&gt;el definitivo&lt;br /&gt;exterminio de los sollozos la estrella torturadora y&lt;br /&gt;el mago de la alta sombra&lt;br /&gt;portador de la palabra lacerante&lt;br /&gt;te nombra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aldo Pellegrini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6018749272245955857?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6018749272245955857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6018749272245955857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6018749272245955857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6018749272245955857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/todo-te-nombra.html' title='Todo te nombra'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3856217249423903887</id><published>2009-05-20T13:47:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:44:04.271+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vega'/><title type='text'>Mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a13ee2216106" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a13ee2216106" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , no te preocupes ahora no me marcharé&lt;br /&gt;me quedaré para velar que sigues bien&lt;br /&gt;ahí en Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en tu sonrisa la nostalgia pesará&lt;br /&gt;pero no temas que aquí todos sentirán&lt;br /&gt;que echan de menos un abrazo de verdad&lt;br /&gt;Sí un día resulta que la cosa no va bien&lt;br /&gt;tendrás tu gente recordando que eres mágico&lt;br /&gt;es mágico el niño que hay en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo que alguna vez me vino grande esta ciudad&lt;br /&gt;sin los amigos ni un pasado que contar&lt;br /&gt;me oíste tú.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, siempre he admirado en tu sonrisa esa bondad&lt;br /&gt;que se vislumbra en el cariño que te dan&lt;br /&gt;esos amigos que jamás te faltarán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí un día resulta que la cosa no va bien&lt;br /&gt;tendrás tu gente recordando que eres mágico&lt;br /&gt;es mágico el niño que hay en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo diste todo sin mediar ningún porqué&lt;br /&gt;nunca te olvides que yo pienso que eres mágico&lt;br /&gt;es mágica tu forma de reír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No , no te preocupes ahora no me marcharé&lt;br /&gt;me quedaré para velar que sigues bien&lt;br /&gt;ahí en Madrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí un día resulta que la cosa no va bien&lt;br /&gt;tendrás tu gente recordando que eres mágico&lt;br /&gt;es mágico el niño que hay en ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo diste todo sin mediar ningún porqué&lt;br /&gt;nunca te olvides que yo pienso que eres mágico&lt;br /&gt;es mágica tu forma de reír.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3856217249423903887?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3856217249423903887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3856217249423903887' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3856217249423903887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3856217249423903887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/magico.html' title='Mágico'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8690898214790760532</id><published>2009-05-18T11:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Corazón Coraza</title><content type='html'>Porque te tengo y no&lt;br /&gt;porque te pienso&lt;br /&gt;porque la noche está de ojos abiertos&lt;br /&gt;porque la noche pasa y digo amor&lt;br /&gt;porque has venido a recoger tu imagen&lt;br /&gt;y eres mejor que todas tus imágenes&lt;br /&gt;porque eres linda desde el pie hasta el alma&lt;br /&gt;porque eres buena desde el alma a mí&lt;br /&gt;porque te escondes dulce en el orgullo&lt;br /&gt;pequeña y dulce&lt;br /&gt;corazón coraza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque eres mía&lt;br /&gt;porque no eres mía&lt;br /&gt;porque te miro y muero&lt;br /&gt;y peor que muero&lt;br /&gt;si no te miro amor&lt;br /&gt;si no te miro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque tú siempre existes dondequiera&lt;br /&gt;pero existes mejor donde te quiero&lt;br /&gt;porque tu boca es sangre&lt;br /&gt;y tienes frío&lt;br /&gt;tengo que amarte amor&lt;br /&gt;tengo que amarte&lt;br /&gt;aunque esta herida duela como dos&lt;br /&gt;aunque te busque y no te encuentre&lt;br /&gt;y aunque&lt;br /&gt;la noche pase y yo te tenga&lt;br /&gt;y no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Mario Benedetti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Aunque me digan que te has ido, yo no lo creo&lt;br /&gt;sigues siempre conmigo&lt;br /&gt;mientras la pluma siga&lt;br /&gt;registrando tu amor&lt;br /&gt;sigues conmigo)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8690898214790760532?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8690898214790760532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8690898214790760532' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8690898214790760532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8690898214790760532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/corazon-coraza.html' title='Corazón Coraza'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7969713710821727001</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Seda y hierro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a0a7470ec144" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a0a7470ec144" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antonio Vega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo en silencio su respiración, &lt;br /&gt;acompasando los latidos de los corazones, &lt;br /&gt;nunca le han faltado a nuestro amor &lt;br /&gt;para estar vivo, razones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mismo sueño nos llevó a los dos &lt;br /&gt;en esa hora en que las noches y los días &lt;br /&gt;se prestan uno a otro oscuridad y luz, &lt;br /&gt;verdad y mentira. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde las haya tenaz, &lt;br /&gt;mujer de cartas boca arriba, &lt;br /&gt;siempre dispuesta a entregar &lt;br /&gt;antes que sus armas, su vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer hecha de algodón, &lt;br /&gt;de seda, de hierro puro &lt;br /&gt;quisiera que mi mano fuera &lt;br /&gt;la mano que talló tu pecho blando &lt;br /&gt;en material tan duro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo en silencio su respiración, &lt;br /&gt;acompasando los latidos de los corazones, &lt;br /&gt;nunca le han faltado a nuestro amor &lt;br /&gt;para estar vivo, razones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande Antonio Vega. Siempre Vivo con nosotros. Y en esta canción (de ti y de mí) más vivo que nunca. Va por ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7969713710821727001?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7969713710821727001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7969713710821727001' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7969713710821727001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7969713710821727001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/seda-y-hierro.html' title='Seda y hierro'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6077768935648126173</id><published>2009-05-09T17:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Comer tu boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a05a5600891b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a05a5600891b" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COTI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cómo haga para no extrañarte?  &lt;br /&gt;No hago nada nena, yo te extraño.  &lt;br /&gt;Despierto en las mañanas buscando tú carne.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que cómo haga para aguantarme?  &lt;br /&gt;Por lo pronto nena yo te aclaro,  &lt;br /&gt;No seria capaz de matarme, no no...  &lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso, pienso, pienso, pienso, pienso, y pienso  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pienso en el momento  &lt;br /&gt;De comer tú boca  &lt;br /&gt;Y todo este tiempo toda espera me parece poca  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pienso en el momento  &lt;br /&gt;De comer tú boca  &lt;br /&gt;Y todo este tiempo toda espera me parece poca  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que cómo haga para no extrañarte?  &lt;br /&gt;No hago nada nena, yo te extraño.  &lt;br /&gt;Despierto en las mañanas buscando tú carne.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Que cómo haga para aguantarme?  &lt;br /&gt;Por lo pronto nena yo te aclaro,  &lt;br /&gt;No seria capaz de matarme, no no...  &lt;br /&gt;Pero pienso, pienso, pienso, pienso, pienso, y pienso  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pienso en el momento  &lt;br /&gt;De comer tú boca  &lt;br /&gt;Y todo este tiempo toda espera me parece poca  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pienso en el momento  &lt;br /&gt;De comer tú boca  &lt;br /&gt;Y todo este tiempo toda espera me parece poca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6077768935648126173?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6077768935648126173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6077768935648126173' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6077768935648126173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6077768935648126173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/comer-tu-boca.html' title='Comer tu boca'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-6092428839078869592</id><published>2009-05-05T12:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Qué difícil</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a0018c0aad61" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4a0018c0aad61" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marta Botía y Antonio Vega&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil es compartirte con el mundo &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil es completar tu futuro &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil no formar parte de tu pasado &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil sin ti &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil a tu lado &lt;br /&gt;Si aun estoy aprendiendo lo que es el amor &lt;br /&gt;Si no te tengo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;Si has empezado sintiendo y ahora siento yo &lt;br /&gt;Si ya te hecho de menos &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil será qué difícil será &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil es conocer lo más profundo &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil dar cada paso seguro &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil ser lo primero de lo que dudas &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil mezclar mis ideas y las tuyas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si aun estoy aprendiendo lo que es el amor &lt;br /&gt;Si no te tengo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;Si has empezado sintiendo y ahora siento yo &lt;br /&gt;Si ya te hecho de menos &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil será qué difícil será ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si aun estoy aprendiendo lo que es el amor &lt;br /&gt;Si no te tengo te quiero &lt;br /&gt;Si has empezado sintiendo y ahora siento yo &lt;br /&gt;Si ya te hecho de menos &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil será ah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero &lt;br /&gt;Si has empezado sintiendo y ahora siento yo &lt;br /&gt;Si ya te hecho de menos &lt;br /&gt;Qué difícil será qué difícil será &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicar tu futuro &lt;br /&gt;Compartirte con el mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6092428839078869592?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6092428839078869592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6092428839078869592' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6092428839078869592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6092428839078869592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-dificil.html' title='Qué difícil'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3795985288553660498</id><published>2009-05-03T00:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:45:13.101+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carlos Cano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria Dolores Pradera'/><title type='text'>Habaneras de Cádiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49fcc7d32e3f6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49fcc7d32e3f6" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Cano y Maria Dolores Pradera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I&lt;br /&gt;Desde que estuve, niña, en La Habana&lt;br /&gt;no se me puede olvidar&lt;br /&gt;tanto Cádiz ante mi ventana, Tacita lejana,&lt;br /&gt;aquella mañana pude contemplar...&lt;br /&gt;Las olas de la Caleta, que es plata quieta,&lt;br /&gt;rompían contra las rocas de aquel paseo&lt;br /&gt;que al bamboleo de aquellas bocas&lt;br /&gt;allí le llaman El Malecón...&lt;br /&gt;Había coches de caballos, que era por mayo,&lt;br /&gt;sonaban por la Alameda, por Puerta Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;y me traían, ay, tierra mía,&lt;br /&gt;desde mi Cádiz el mismo son...&lt;br /&gt;El son de los Puertos, dulzor de guayaba,&lt;br /&gt;calabazas, huertos...&lt;br /&gt;Aún pregunto quién me lo cantaba...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;Que tengo un amor en La Habana&lt;br /&gt;y el otro en Andalucía,&lt;br /&gt;no te he visto yo a ti, tierra mía,&lt;br /&gt;más cerca que la mañana&lt;br /&gt;que apareció en mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;de La Habana colonial&lt;br /&gt;tó Cádiz, la Catedral, La Viña y El Mentidero...&lt;br /&gt;Y verán que no exagero&lt;br /&gt;si al cantar la habanera repito:&lt;br /&gt;La Habana es Cádiz con más negritos,&lt;br /&gt;Cádiz, La Habana con más salero.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                            II&lt;br /&gt;Verán que tengo mi alma en La Habana&lt;br /&gt;no se me puede olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;canto un tango y es una habanera,&lt;br /&gt;la misma manera&lt;br /&gt;tan dulce y galana y el mismo compás.&lt;br /&gt;Por la parte del Caribe así se escribe&lt;br /&gt;cuando una canción de amores, canción tan rica,&lt;br /&gt;se la dedican los trovadores&lt;br /&gt;a una muchacha o a una ciudad...&lt;br /&gt;Y yo, Cádiz, te dedico y te lo explico&lt;br /&gt;por qué te canto este tango que sabe a mango,&lt;br /&gt;de esta manera esta habanera&lt;br /&gt;de piriñaca y de Carnaval...&lt;br /&gt;Son de chirigota, sabor de melaza,&lt;br /&gt;Guantánamo y Rota...&lt;br /&gt;¡Que lo canta ya un coro en la plaza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letra de Antonio Burgos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3795985288553660498?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3795985288553660498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3795985288553660498' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3795985288553660498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3795985288553660498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/habaneras-de-cadiz.html' title='Habaneras de Cádiz'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1961535714425450608</id><published>2009-05-01T01:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.159+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Mayo de los amantes</title><content type='html'>Mayo de los amantes,&lt;br /&gt;madurador de labios, nuevo fruto,&lt;br /&gt;cómo rebosa el agua de mis ojos en sombra&lt;br /&gt;por donde las estrellas calan en lo profundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mi voz está volcando&lt;br /&gt;su cesto de manzanas en júbilo.&lt;br /&gt;Tacto de la caricia,&lt;br /&gt;mira cómo renace la yerba de mis dedos.&lt;br /&gt;y este ritmo en desorden que el corazón orde&lt;br /&gt;pone en fuga las aves del desnudo en que beb&lt;br /&gt;agua ciega del beso: verbo mudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mayo de los amantes,&lt;br /&gt;enamoradamente te descubro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tina Mercader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1961535714425450608?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1961535714425450608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1961535714425450608' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1961535714425450608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1961535714425450608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/05/mayo-de-los-amantes.html' title='Mayo de los amantes'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1761831722838169735</id><published>2009-04-26T03:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:44:44.924+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Summers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hombres G'/><title type='text'>Un par de palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d145ab8424e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d145ab8424e" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Summers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que no quieres ni escucharme, sé que ya todo termino...&lt;br /&gt;Y yo no quiero hablarte, quiero escribirte una canción, uh, uh, uh, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces tendrás que escucharme, y por la radio oirás mi voz...&lt;br /&gt;Intentaré tocarte, en tu pequeño corazón... uh, uh, uh, uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y una lágrima tuya, mojará este papel...&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo un par de palabras... te diré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me odiarás cuando me veas, y ni siquiera me mirarás...&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente te reirás, siempre te a gustado interpretar... uh, uh, uh, uh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero la película terminó, y ya sólo se oye mi canción...&lt;br /&gt;Frase tras frase, va perforando tu corazón... uh, uh, uh, uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sabrás que te quiero, y que siempre te querré...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un par de palabras... te diré...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un par de palabras... sólo un par de palabras...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo un par de palabras... te diré...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1761831722838169735?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1761831722838169735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1761831722838169735' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1761831722838169735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1761831722838169735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/un-par-de-palabras.html' title='Un par de palabras'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8754968890690720941</id><published>2009-04-21T00:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Voy a alargar caminos de caricia...</title><content type='html'>Voy a alargar caminos de caricia,&lt;br /&gt;con algo de dulzura entre los dientes&lt;br /&gt;y un garabato tibio en los cabellos,&lt;br /&gt;para que el poco sueño que aún nos queda&lt;br /&gt;no se nos caiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a alumbrar tu rostro mientras duermes&lt;br /&gt;y mirarlo al revés, donde no duerme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a juntar raíces por el aire,&lt;br /&gt;catálogos de nieves que no caen&lt;br /&gt;y sitios para párpados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a tomar al hombre por el centro&lt;br /&gt;y tirarlo a rodar, a ver si llega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a tomarme a mí, ya me he tomado,&lt;br /&gt;para enlazar de nuevo los cristales&lt;br /&gt;con un redondo material sin tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a cortar las puntas de la vida&lt;br /&gt;como unas uñas demasiado largas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8754968890690720941?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8754968890690720941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8754968890690720941' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8754968890690720941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8754968890690720941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/voy-alargar-caminos-de-caricia.html' title='Voy a alargar caminos de caricia...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8686847114173078791</id><published>2009-04-14T07:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.317+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>To love you all over again</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d14ae4105e6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d14ae4105e6" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madeleine Peyroux&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet room is what you get, an empty glass, an unmade bed,&lt;br /&gt;A picture window with a view, and all I think about is you&lt;br /&gt;To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;Now I long to lose my senses to love you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shouted words, the tired sighs, the traded kiss of sad goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;The living off of our desires, then putting out a thousand fires:&lt;br /&gt;To feel so bad, to feel so good, to let it be misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’d tear down my defenses to love you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know a place without regret, you make believe you paid your debt&lt;br /&gt;But in that clean and quiet room you can’t believe it’s over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on a lark, at home asleep, the endings play, the bands retreat&lt;br /&gt;But in that dumb luck of the few, the consolation comes to you:&lt;br /&gt;To feel so bad, to feel so good, the verdict’s in − it’s understood&lt;br /&gt;I will be tried for my offenses and love you all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8686847114173078791?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8686847114173078791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8686847114173078791' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8686847114173078791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8686847114173078791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-love-you-all-over-again.html' title='To love you all over again'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-559335329434494790</id><published>2009-04-10T00:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>What she's doing now</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d148461dc08" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d148461dc08" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I saw her it was turnin' colder&lt;br /&gt;But that was years ago&lt;br /&gt;Last I heard she had moved to Boulder&lt;br /&gt;But where she's now I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But there's somethin' 'bout this time of year&lt;br /&gt;That spins my head around&lt;br /&gt;Takes me back makes me wonder&lt;br /&gt;What she's doin' now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Fillin' up my mind and emptyin' my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if she knows...what she's doin' now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for laughs I dialed her old number&lt;br /&gt;But no one knew her name&lt;br /&gt;Hung up the phone sat there and wondered&lt;br /&gt;If she'd ever done the same&lt;br /&gt;I took a walk in the evenin' wind&lt;br /&gt;To clear my head somehow&lt;br /&gt;But tonight I lie here thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;What she doin' now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what she's doin' now is tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she's doin' now is tearin' me apart&lt;br /&gt;Fillin' up my mind and emptying my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can hear her call each time the cold wind blows&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if she knows...what she's doin' now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-559335329434494790?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/559335329434494790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=559335329434494790' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/559335329434494790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/559335329434494790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-shes-doing-now.html' title='What she&apos;s doing now'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5238002985967223081</id><published>2009-04-08T00:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Poema Tercero  (Consumación)</title><content type='html'>Tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;como blancos animales nocturnos&lt;br /&gt;afluyen donde mi alma suavemente golpea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi lado,&lt;br /&gt;como un piano de plata profunda&lt;br /&gt;parpadea tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;sencilla como el mar cuando está solo&lt;br /&gt;y organiza naufragios de peces y de vino&lt;br /&gt;para la próxima estación del agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luego,&lt;br /&gt;mi amor bajo tu voz resbala,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sexo como el mundo&lt;br /&gt;diluvia y tiene pájaros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me estallan al pecho palomas y desnudos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;yo no puedo encontrarme,&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en el camino de mi cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con sumergida y tierna&lt;br /&gt;vocación de espesura,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con derrumbado aliento&lt;br /&gt;y forma última.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú me conduces a mi cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;y llego,&lt;br /&gt;extiendo el vientre&lt;br /&gt;y su humedad vastísima,&lt;br /&gt;donde crecen benignos pesebres y azucenas&lt;br /&gt;y un animal pequeño,&lt;br /&gt;doliente y transitivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;br /&gt;si yo siquiera te encontrara un día&lt;br /&gt;plácidamente al borde de mi muerte,&lt;br /&gt;soliviantando con tu amor mi oído&lt;br /&gt;y no retoñe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo siquiera te encontrara un día&lt;br /&gt;al borde de esta falda&lt;br /&gt;tan cerca de morir, y tan celeste&lt;br /&gt;que me queda de pronto con la tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;br /&gt;Camarada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo te amo a veces&lt;br /&gt;por tu nombre de hombre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por mi cuello en que reposa tu alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Odio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5238002985967223081?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5238002985967223081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5238002985967223081' title='0 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type='text'>dormir con vos soñar y amanecerse</title><content type='html'>dormir con vos soñar y amanecerse&lt;br /&gt;al lado de tus ojos buenos días&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa a las nueve sombras frías&lt;br /&gt;unos mates y hablar y conocerse&lt;br /&gt;hablar de basho buson o vallejo&lt;br /&gt;de tu infancia feliz tus perros sueltos&lt;br /&gt;mis verbos en la luz medio revueltos&lt;br /&gt;estás lindo dijiste y el reflejo&lt;br /&gt;de toda la mañana estaba vivo&lt;br /&gt;temblando en tu cocina y la remera&lt;br /&gt;que usás de camisón dejaba afuera&lt;br /&gt;tu culo de melón superlativo&lt;br /&gt;me fui por la vereda tan contento&lt;br /&gt;las ramas se movían con el viento.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ramón Paz - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pornosonetos.blogspot.com/search/label/III"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Pornosonetos 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2036921060605373486?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2036921060605373486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7542416531665877286</id><published>2009-04-03T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T14:44:21.273+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Charles Aznavour'/><title type='text'>La Bohème</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d14720d06f2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d14720d06f2" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles Aznavour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je vous parle d'un temps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que les moins de vingt ans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne peuvent pas connaître,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montmartre en ce temps là,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accrochait ses lilas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jusque sous nos fenêtres,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et si l'humble garni,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui nous servait de lit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne payait pas de mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est là qu'on s'est connu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi qui criait famine et toi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui posait nue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca voulait dire, on est heureux,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne mangions,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'un jour sur deux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans les cafés voisins,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous étions quelques uns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qui attendions la gloire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et bien que miséreux,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avec le ventre creux,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous ne cessions d'y croire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et quand quelques bistrots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contre un bon repas chaud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous prenaient une toile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nous récitions des vers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grouppés autour du poêle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En oubliant l'hiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca voulait dire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu es jolie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et nous avions tous du génie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvent il m'arrivait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devant mon chevalet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De passer des nuits blanches,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retouchant le dessin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la ligne d'un sein,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du galbe d'une hanche,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et ce n'est qu'au matin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L'on s'asseyait enfin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devant un café crème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epuisés, mais ravis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faut-il bien que l'on s'aime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et que l'on aime la vie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ca voulait dire, on a vingt ans,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et nous vivions de l'air du temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quant au hasard des jours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je m'en vais faire un tour,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mon ancienne adresse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne reconnais plus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni les murs, ni les rues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qu'y ont vus ma jeunesse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En haut d'un escalier,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je cherche l'atelier dont plus rien ne subsiste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dans son nouveau décor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momtmartre semble triste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Et les lilas sont morts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On était jeunes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On était fous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Bohème, la Bohème,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7542416531665877286?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7542416531665877286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7542416531665877286' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7542416531665877286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7542416531665877286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-boheme.html' title='La Bohème'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7963330031749085764</id><published>2009-04-02T00:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.160+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Un amor más allá del amor...</title><content type='html'>Un amor más allá del amor,&lt;br /&gt;por encima del rito del vínculo,&lt;br /&gt;más allá del juego siniestro&lt;br /&gt;de la soledad y de la compañía.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor que no necesite regreso,&lt;br /&gt;pero tampoco partida.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor no sometido&lt;br /&gt;a los fogonazos de ir y de volver,&lt;br /&gt;de estar despiertos o dormidos,&lt;br /&gt;de llamar o callar.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor para estar juntos&lt;br /&gt;o para no estarlo&lt;br /&gt;pero también para todas las posiciones&lt;br /&gt;intermedias.&lt;br /&gt;Un amor como abrir los ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Y quizá también como cerrarlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7963330031749085764?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-832019918120829049</id><published>2009-04-02T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:53:29.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>No pienses en mañana</title><content type='html'>No pienses en mañana&lt;br /&gt;ni me hagas promesas&lt;br /&gt;ni tú serás el mismo&lt;br /&gt;ni yo estaré presente.&lt;br /&gt;Vivamos juntos la cima de este amor&lt;br /&gt;sin engaños&lt;br /&gt;sin miedo&lt;br /&gt;transparentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Claribel Alegría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-832019918120829049?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/832019918120829049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=832019918120829049' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/832019918120829049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/832019918120829049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-pienses-en-manana.html' title='No pienses en mañana'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2224840795370122871</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>If tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d1496d796c3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d1496d796c3" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Garth Brooks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes late at night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping&lt;br /&gt;She’s lost in peaceful dreams&lt;br /&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;br /&gt;And the thought crosses my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;About her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;br /&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;br /&gt;That she’s my only one&lt;br /&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;br /&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;br /&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;br /&gt;’cause I’ve lost loved ones in my life&lt;br /&gt;Who never knew how much I loved them&lt;br /&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;br /&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;br /&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;br /&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;br /&gt;And avoid that circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;br /&gt;Just what you’re thinking of&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2224840795370122871?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2224840795370122871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2224840795370122871' title='0 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yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d144654c312" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49d144654c312" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Summers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú has echado la sombra de aquí &lt;br /&gt;es otro lunes de sol &lt;br /&gt;otra tarde libre de sofá &lt;br /&gt;de televisión sin voz &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora no me quiero despertar &lt;br /&gt;prefiero seguir aquí &lt;br /&gt;a tu lado y abrazado a ti &lt;br /&gt;Porque hoy tampoco quiero oir &lt;br /&gt;ni aun paso de tus besos &lt;br /&gt;no tenemos ganas de salir &lt;br /&gt;a pesar de los consejos &lt;br /&gt;mientras cae la tarde sobre ti &lt;br /&gt;y el Sol muere en tu pelo &lt;br /&gt;yo te quiero y me muero por ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;somos uno &lt;br /&gt;y no hay verdad más importante &lt;br /&gt;en este mundo &lt;br /&gt;somos tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;y no tenemos nada más &lt;br /&gt;sólo un amor tan grande &lt;br /&gt;como el mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tenemos nada más que decir &lt;br /&gt;ni nada que ocultar &lt;br /&gt;nos besamos en silencio &lt;br /&gt;nos queremos de verdad &lt;br /&gt;te rodeo entre mis brazos &lt;br /&gt;y siento el gran milagro &lt;br /&gt;de tenerte y de que estés aquí &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;somos uno &lt;br /&gt;y no hay verdad más importante &lt;br /&gt;en este mundo &lt;br /&gt;somos tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;y no tenemos nada más &lt;br /&gt;sólo un amor tan grande &lt;br /&gt;como el mar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No necesitamos nada &lt;br /&gt;sólo tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;sólo estar juntos en casa &lt;br /&gt;solo tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;descansar en las estrellas &lt;br /&gt;sólo tú y yo &lt;br /&gt;al final de la escalera &lt;br /&gt;sólo tú mi vida entera &lt;br /&gt;junto a ti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tenemos nada más que decir &lt;br /&gt;ni nada que ocultar &lt;br /&gt;nos besamos en silencio &lt;br /&gt;nos queremos de verdad &lt;br /&gt;te rodeo entre mis brazos &lt;br /&gt;y siento el gran milagro &lt;br /&gt;de tenerte y de que estés aquí&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5958800944224477606?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5958800944224477606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5958800944224477606' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5958800944224477606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5958800944224477606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu-y-yo.html' title='Tu y yo'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8330828916422300369</id><published>2009-03-27T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:16:12.318+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Por amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49cabec3483e1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49cabec3483e1" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sergio Dalma a dúo con Carmen Paris&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Silencio&lt;br /&gt;Me devuelve Palabras que anhelo&lt;br /&gt;que las llevo tan dentro de mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;que ya no las quiero&lt;br /&gt;nos quisimos con el solo testigo del viento&lt;br /&gt;que llevaba volando tus besos de amor&lt;br /&gt;que ya no los veo condenado&lt;br /&gt;condenado me tiene el recuerdo de tu cara&lt;br /&gt;porque no te vienes y hablamos&lt;br /&gt;tu y yo de frente y por amor&lt;br /&gt;que sera de mi y de nosotros dos&lt;br /&gt;buscando salida para este dolor&lt;br /&gt;pidiendo perdon para el corazon&lt;br /&gt;queriendo imitar lo mismo de antes.&lt;br /&gt;aun me duele cuando siento tu tacto en mis manos &lt;br /&gt;tadavia te noto tan vivo en mi piel&lt;br /&gt;que ya no distingo.&lt;br /&gt;Me atormento cuando pienso que vuelvo a abrazarte&lt;br /&gt;me imagino que empiezo contigo otra vez&lt;br /&gt;que nada fue cierto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8330828916422300369?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8330828916422300369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas Negras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49cabb702397a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49cabb702397a" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebo &amp; Cigala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque tu &lt;br /&gt;me has echao en el abandono. &lt;br /&gt;Y aunque tu &lt;br /&gt;has muerto todas mis ilusiones. &lt;br /&gt;En vez &lt;br /&gt;de maldecirte con justo encono &lt;br /&gt;en mis sueños te colmo, &lt;br /&gt;en mis sueños te colmo de bediciones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufro la inmensa pena de tu extravio &lt;br /&gt;siento el dolor profundo de tu partida. &lt;br /&gt;Y lloro sin que tu sepas que el llanto mio &lt;br /&gt;tiene lagrimas negras, &lt;br /&gt;tiene lagrimas negras como mi vida. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me quieres dejar &lt;br /&gt;que yo no quiero sufrir &lt;br /&gt;contigo me voy gitana aunque me cueste morir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tu me quieres dejar &lt;br /&gt;que yo no quiero sufrir &lt;br /&gt;contigo me voy gitana aunque me cueste morir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7018278601095552831?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7018278601095552831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Entrando en ti, cabeza con cabeza</title><content type='html'>Entrando en ti, cabeza con cabeza,&lt;br /&gt;pelo con pelo, boca contra boca:&lt;br /&gt;el aire que respiras -la fijeza&lt;br /&gt;del recuerdo-, respiro y en la poca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luz de la tarde -rayo que no cesa&lt;br /&gt;entre los huesos abrasados- toca&lt;br /&gt;los bordes de tu cuerpo; luz que apresa&lt;br /&gt;la forma. Ya su cénit la convoca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a otro vacío donde su blancura&lt;br /&gt;borra, marca de arena, tu figura.&lt;br /&gt;El día devorando de sonidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quema, de trecho en trecho, su espesura&lt;br /&gt;y vuelca de ceniza la textura&lt;br /&gt;en la noche voraz de los sentidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Severo Sarduy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-853862985371191634?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8734546442658830449</id><published>2009-03-23T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:29:02.912+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Algún día encontraré una palabra...</title><content type='html'>Algún día encontraré una palabra&lt;br /&gt;que penetre en tu vientre y lo fecunde,&lt;br /&gt;que se pare en tu seno&lt;br /&gt;como una mano abierta y cerrada al mismo tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallaré una palabra&lt;br /&gt;que detenga tu cuerpo y lo dé vuelta,&lt;br /&gt;que contenga tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y abra tus ojos como un dios sin nubes&lt;br /&gt;y te use tu saliva&lt;br /&gt;y te doble las piernas.&lt;br /&gt;Tú tal vez no la escuches&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez no la comprendas.&lt;br /&gt;No será necesario.&lt;br /&gt;Irá por tu interior como una rueda&lt;br /&gt;recorriéndote al fin de punta a punta,&lt;br /&gt;mujer mía y no mía&lt;br /&gt;y no se detendrá ni cuando mueras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Roberto Juarroz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8734546442658830449?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8734546442658830449/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8734546442658830449' title='0 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type='text'>Dentro de ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49c061d89be8d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49c061d89be8d" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos Goñi con  Sole Giménez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No diré que fue un infierno,&lt;br /&gt;pero tampoco fue tierno&lt;br /&gt;conseguir un poco de aire y respirar.&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que en invierno&lt;br /&gt;la humedad rompe los huesos&lt;br /&gt;y en verano el sol te juzga sin piedad, oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun así te odio y quiero,&lt;br /&gt;amo el azul de tu cielo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces no demuestre su color.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y daré bien empleado el largo paso de años&lt;br /&gt;mientras siga respirando al despertar.&lt;br /&gt;Y tus ojos que, a la luz del día, uh!&lt;br /&gt;me tiran de la cama sin piedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun así te odio y quiero,&lt;br /&gt;amo el azul de tu cielo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque a veces no demuestre su color.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los coches, y la gente, y la&lt;br /&gt;lluvia en el cristal,&lt;br /&gt;saben bien lo que es vivir en ti ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Avenidas de gigantes, calles desnudas, sin luz.&lt;br /&gt;El amor de una y mil vidas eres tú.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo que llevo escrito en la cara&lt;br /&gt;mil guerras y una ganada,&lt;br /&gt;que es estar dentro de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Hoy: más que nunca.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-258891198794439522?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/258891198794439522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Nunca sé despedirme de ti</title><content type='html'>Nunca sé despedirme de ti, siempre me quedo&lt;br /&gt;con el frío de alguna palabra que no he dicho,&lt;br /&gt;con un malentendido que temer,&lt;br /&gt;ese hueco de torpe inexistencia&lt;br /&gt;que a veces, gota a gota, se convierte&lt;br /&gt;en desesperación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se despedirme de ti, porque no soy&lt;br /&gt;el viajero que cruza por la gente,&lt;br /&gt;el que va de aeropuerto en aeropuerto&lt;br /&gt;o el que mira los coches, en dirección contraria,&lt;br /&gt;corriendo a la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;en la que acabas de quedarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sé despedirme, porque soy&lt;br /&gt;un ciego que tantea por el túnel&lt;br /&gt;de tu mano y tus labios cuando dicen adiós,&lt;br /&gt;un ciego que tropieza con los malentendidos&lt;br /&gt;y con esas palabras&lt;br /&gt;que no saben pronunciar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrañado de amor,&lt;br /&gt;nunca puedo alejarme de todo lo que eres.&lt;br /&gt;En un hueco de torpe inexistencia,&lt;br /&gt;me voy de mí&lt;br /&gt;camino a la nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis García Montero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-9131647093417729728?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/9131647093417729728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8471324754765970906</id><published>2009-03-16T12:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:45:00.867+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Todo lo que puedo decir</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b25dbb4bb06" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b25dbb4bb06" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Summers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ahora te intento abrazar...&lt;br /&gt;Sé que te separarás...&lt;br /&gt;Si ahora te intento decir... cuánto lo siento&lt;br /&gt;yo sé que no me escucharás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si ahora te tiendo mi mano&lt;br /&gt;seguro que te asustaré...&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que puedo decir.. es que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Y no quiero perderte... no quiero perderte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé... que no te he dado lo que esperabas de mí...&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé que no he sido demasiado sutil...&lt;br /&gt;Y que no he estado mucho tiempo junto a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo único que ahora puedo decir...&lt;br /&gt;Es que te quiero... uh... de verdad lo siento...&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que puedo decir... es que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Y que siento haberte hecho sufrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ya sé... que no te he dado lo que esperabas de mí...&lt;br /&gt;Ya sé que no he sido demasiado sutil...&lt;br /&gt;Y que no he estado mucho tiempo junto a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Pero lo único que ahora puedo decir...&lt;br /&gt;Es que te quiero... uh... cuánto lo siento...&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que puedo decir... es que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;Y que siento haberte hecho sufrir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8471324754765970906?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8471324754765970906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8471324754765970906' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8471324754765970906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8471324754765970906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;elígeme&lt;br /&gt;tempráname&lt;br /&gt;encandílame&lt;br /&gt;claréame&lt;br /&gt;llévame&lt;br /&gt;llámame&lt;br /&gt;cállame&lt;br /&gt;diferénciame&lt;br /&gt;recórreme&lt;br /&gt;distíngueme&lt;br /&gt;enyémame&lt;br /&gt;enjuévame&lt;br /&gt;ábreme&lt;br /&gt;recíbeme&lt;br /&gt;átame&lt;br /&gt;desátame&lt;br /&gt;persígueme&lt;br /&gt;arrópame&lt;br /&gt;suspírame&lt;br /&gt;ladérame&lt;br /&gt;agítame&lt;br /&gt;nicotíname&lt;br /&gt;acósame&lt;br /&gt;dientéame&lt;br /&gt;resucítame&lt;br /&gt;circúlame&lt;br /&gt;madérame&lt;br /&gt;esperánzame&lt;br /&gt;acúname&lt;br /&gt;vientréame&lt;br /&gt;siénteme encímame&lt;br /&gt;enséñame&lt;br /&gt;ensiéname&lt;br /&gt;líbrame&lt;br /&gt;galópame&lt;br /&gt;azúlame&lt;br /&gt;hembréame&lt;br /&gt;hermáname&lt;br /&gt;mañáname&lt;br /&gt;espíname&lt;br /&gt;acéchame&lt;br /&gt;hamácame&lt;br /&gt;amárrame&lt;br /&gt;amásame&lt;br /&gt;ensélvame&lt;br /&gt;enrédame&lt;br /&gt;abrílame&lt;br /&gt;lámeme&lt;br /&gt;alméame&lt;br /&gt;enciéndeme&lt;br /&gt;saetéame&lt;br /&gt;estoquéame&lt;br /&gt;insómniame&lt;br /&gt;enllúviame&lt;br /&gt;alégrame&lt;br /&gt;enborráscame&lt;br /&gt;ventáname&lt;br /&gt;enhójame&lt;br /&gt;deshójame&lt;br /&gt;enrámame&lt;br /&gt;ármame&lt;br /&gt;desálmame&lt;br /&gt;amórame&lt;br /&gt;achíname&lt;br /&gt;enchínchame&lt;br /&gt;enlúname&lt;br /&gt;endiósame&lt;br /&gt;resábiame&lt;br /&gt;aguitárrame&lt;br /&gt;astíllame&lt;br /&gt;ampárame&lt;br /&gt;enrúmbame&lt;br /&gt;embálame&lt;br /&gt;enrámamere&lt;br /&gt;córreme&lt;br /&gt;empálmame&lt;br /&gt;enmúgrame&lt;br /&gt;encuéntrame&lt;br /&gt;enlúchame&lt;br /&gt;encúbreme&lt;br /&gt;estréllame&lt;br /&gt;asómbrame&lt;br /&gt;desgárrame&lt;br /&gt;enguérrame&lt;br /&gt;siénteme&lt;br /&gt;arrodíllame&lt;br /&gt;sujétame&lt;br /&gt;corcélame&lt;br /&gt;cabálgame&lt;br /&gt;revélame aquiétame&lt;br /&gt;afírmame&lt;br /&gt;enceguéceme&lt;br /&gt;marinéame&lt;br /&gt;rásgame&lt;br /&gt;arrincóname&lt;br /&gt;enzaguáname&lt;br /&gt;aléjame&lt;br /&gt;azuléjame&lt;br /&gt;azafráname&lt;br /&gt;luciernágame&lt;br /&gt;castáñame&lt;br /&gt;coróname&lt;br /&gt;corazóname&lt;br /&gt;espárceme&lt;br /&gt;arbólame&lt;br /&gt;puéblame&lt;br /&gt;algazárame&lt;br /&gt;avelláname&lt;br /&gt;alborózame&lt;br /&gt;conténtame&lt;br /&gt;camíname&lt;br /&gt;gózame&lt;br /&gt;estrújame&lt;br /&gt;ultrájame&lt;br /&gt;bullaranguéame&lt;br /&gt;desgárrame&lt;br /&gt;esperánzame&lt;br /&gt;golpéame&lt;br /&gt;lácerame&lt;br /&gt;quémame&lt;br /&gt;arómame&lt;br /&gt;guerréame&lt;br /&gt;fréname&lt;br /&gt;desenfréname&lt;br /&gt;acentúame&lt;br /&gt;extenúame&lt;br /&gt;persígname&lt;br /&gt;apresúrame&lt;br /&gt;jardinéame&lt;br /&gt;solápame&lt;br /&gt;endiósame&lt;br /&gt;endiáblame&lt;br /&gt;cascájame&lt;br /&gt;despiértame&lt;br /&gt;encántame&lt;br /&gt;hechízame&lt;br /&gt;solicítame&lt;br /&gt;necesítame&lt;br /&gt;neblíname&lt;br /&gt;échame&lt;br /&gt;deséchame&lt;br /&gt;entiérrame&lt;br /&gt;destiérrame&lt;br /&gt;desentiérrame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Pablo Mora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6154977791767053422?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6154977791767053422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6154977791767053422' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6154977791767053422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6154977791767053422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/03/rezame.html' title='Rézame'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2444857304064319863</id><published>2009-03-14T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>En silencio</title><content type='html'>Así, calladamente&lt;br /&gt;sin grandes estridencias&lt;br /&gt;dejaré de quererte&lt;br /&gt;casi sin darte cuenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejaré de sentirme&lt;br /&gt;muñeca, entre tus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;dejaré de temblar&lt;br /&gt;por tus caricias nuevas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y así... pausadamente&lt;br /&gt;como llega la noche&lt;br /&gt;aún estando a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;comenzaré a estar muerta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Carmen Sánchez Ibañez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2444857304064319863?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4054550003233132460</id><published>2009-03-13T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Si alguna vez no hubieses existido</title><content type='html'>Si alguna vez no hubieses existido,&lt;br /&gt;si el calor de tus muslos no me hubiese&lt;br /&gt;buscado como un látigo preciso&lt;br /&gt;y mis ambigüedades electivas&lt;br /&gt;-los días más oscuros de mí mismo-&lt;br /&gt;no te hubiesen tenido como saldo&lt;br /&gt;de afirmación o excusa,&lt;br /&gt;es posible&lt;br /&gt;que este volver a casa en soledad&lt;br /&gt;y demasiado pronto,&lt;br /&gt;me recordase ahora un poco menos&lt;br /&gt;al joven que apostaba por el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;con el mundo a su espalda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo el amor es duro.&lt;br /&gt;Metidos en la noche, regresando&lt;br /&gt;entre la potestad y la mentira,&lt;br /&gt;hablamos del poder o de los sueños&lt;br /&gt;al hablar del abrazo.&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo sé tal vez, no sé si me recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;prisionero de un cuerpo o libre junto a él,&lt;br /&gt;buscando salvación o en servidumbre,&lt;br /&gt;miserable y maldito, pero atónito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás sólo se trata de que no estás aquí,&lt;br /&gt;de que perder es duro para todos&lt;br /&gt;y el amor me hace falta, como sabes.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás contigo estuve&lt;br /&gt;tan demasiado cerca de tu reino,&lt;br /&gt;que necesito ahora desmentirte,&lt;br /&gt;utilizar los trucos que uno tiene&lt;br /&gt;para poder seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque somos así seguramente,&lt;br /&gt;huellas equivocadas,&lt;br /&gt;solitarias hogueras de un camino,&lt;br /&gt;paraísos de cuatro habitaciones&lt;br /&gt;que sólo se comprenden&lt;br /&gt;después de haber firmado muchas veces,&lt;br /&gt;precisamente ahí,&lt;br /&gt;donde pone El viajero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a mí, ya que prefiero escoger mis derrotas,&lt;br /&gt;quiero que me recuerdes derrotado,&lt;br /&gt;como quien algo espera&lt;br /&gt;más allá de los tiempos y los hechos.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás porque haga falta haberlo presagiado&lt;br /&gt;o porque, en todo caso, nadie sabe&lt;br /&gt;dónde acaban los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Luis García Montero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4054550003233132460?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4054550003233132460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4054550003233132460' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4054550003233132460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4054550003233132460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/03/si-alguna-vez-no-hubieses-existido.html' title='Si alguna vez no hubieses existido'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8467141485777083714</id><published>2009-03-10T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:02:23.217+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>No me arrepiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b26d55bb9b0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b26d55bb9b0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coti&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me arrepiento si te digo que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y la canción me queda facil traducida al re mayor&lt;br /&gt;No me arrepiento porque se que no aparento&lt;br /&gt;y las palabras con el viento llegan donde yo no voy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me arrepiento si despues que vuelvo a casa&lt;br /&gt;la memoria me repasa el sabor de tu aguijón&lt;br /&gt;Abeja reina me olvidé de las noticias&lt;br /&gt;de la guerra y la codicia por jugar en tu colchón&lt;br /&gt;en tu colchón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, no puedo mas&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, ni un paso atrás&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, sigo trepado a tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y no me arrepiento…&lt;br /&gt;no me arrepiento de perderme en tu cintura&lt;br /&gt;y revolcarme con tu cuerpo tapizado en un sillón&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar el ojo de tu cerradura,&lt;br /&gt;si el jardín de mi locura&lt;br /&gt;se perdió en tu camison.&lt;br /&gt;No me arrepiento de morir en el intento&lt;br /&gt;de bajar la luna llena solamente para ti.&lt;br /&gt;No me arrepiento si despues de tanto tiempo&lt;br /&gt;desayuno en el invierno de saber que te perdí,&lt;br /&gt;que te perdí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, no puedo mas&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, ni un paso atrás&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, sigo trepado a tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya ves, no puedo mas….&lt;br /&gt;Y no me arrepiento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8467141485777083714?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8467141485777083714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8467141485777083714' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8467141485777083714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8467141485777083714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-me-arrepiento.html' title='No me arrepiento'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-7271953658819327492</id><published>2009-03-08T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Yo soy el fuego oscuro que penetra</title><content type='html'>Yo soy el fuego oscuro que penetra&lt;br /&gt;tu bosque de alas y esmaltados peces.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la clara sombra proyectada&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu sombra de silencio y muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy la tierra que abraza tus rodillas,&lt;br /&gt;la exaltación de tu garganta en llamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oigo cantar, por dentro, el agua de oro&lt;br /&gt;que corre entre los árboles; los pétalos&lt;br /&gt;del aire en la espesura; el murmullo&lt;br /&gt;de hogueras en un mar, raudo de miedos.&lt;br /&gt;Oigo cantar las flores, y mis labios&lt;br /&gt;respiran el perfume de sus alas,&lt;br /&gt;enlazadas al silbo de tu muerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Ricardo Peña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-7271953658819327492?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/7271953658819327492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=7271953658819327492' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7271953658819327492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/7271953658819327492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/03/yo-soy-el-fuego-oscuro-que-penetra.html' title='Yo soy el fuego oscuro que penetra'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2417332326435140406</id><published>2009-03-07T00:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:30:26.719+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Soy tu aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b1971b88ef4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b1971b88ef4" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LABUAT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu aire&lt;br /&gt;Soy de agua&lt;br /&gt;Hago surcos&lt;br /&gt;Pequeñitos&lt;br /&gt;En la cera&lt;br /&gt;Derretida&lt;br /&gt;De tus ganas&lt;br /&gt;Y voy entrando poco a poco, muy poquito&lt;br /&gt;En tus cosquillas&lt;br /&gt;Me acomodo, te incomodo, pa que rías&lt;br /&gt;Y me cuelo en este enredo sin llamar&lt;br /&gt;Sin avisar&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu aire&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu agua&lt;br /&gt;Te me bebes&lt;br /&gt;Te atraganto&lt;br /&gt;Me respiras&lt;br /&gt;Te salpico&lt;br /&gt;Te me tragas&lt;br /&gt;Y me entretengo, juego un rato en tus recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;Me los pongo en mis enaguas&lt;br /&gt;Hago trizas tus lamentos, creo fantasías locas&lt;br /&gt;Y confundo tu memoria con la punta de mis besos&lt;br /&gt;Soy del aire&lt;br /&gt;Soy del agua&lt;br /&gt;Soy del aire&lt;br /&gt;Soy del agua&lt;br /&gt;Vuelo libre&lt;br /&gt;No me ates&lt;br /&gt;Que me escapo&lt;br /&gt;Entre medio&lt;br /&gt;De tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Impasible te convierto lo imposible en impensado&lt;br /&gt;Y construyo en lo inseguro&lt;br /&gt;Un futuro improvisado&lt;br /&gt;En que uno y uno no hagan dos&lt;br /&gt;Y los demás estén de más y ya no sean nadie&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu aire&lt;br /&gt;Soy tu agua&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Letra: Risto Mejide)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dibuja la canción en:  &lt;a href="http://soytuaire.labuat.com"&gt;http://soytuaire.labuat.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2417332326435140406?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2417332326435140406/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-993427876904726547</id><published>2009-03-06T08:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T08:25:02.205+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Si es por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b0ceefbfde1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49b0ceefbfde1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revolver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Esta vez la vida te rompió la boca,&lt;br /&gt;esta vez la suerte se te hundió en el mar,&lt;br /&gt;esta vez vi tu sangre y también era roja,&lt;br /&gt;y como siempre, escandalosa hasta el final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no sé si un día esta herida cure,&lt;br /&gt;pero estoy seguro de que hoy no será.&lt;br /&gt;Puede que mi corazón así madure,&lt;br /&gt;imaginando que le quede un trozo más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es por ti ya no me importa&lt;br /&gt;suplicar una vez más&lt;br /&gt;que me des aliento&lt;br /&gt;y vida al respirar. Respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que tengo tu cuerpo en mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;Siento que tu eres mi segunda piel.&lt;br /&gt;Rezo por que el ansia no me de un hachazo&lt;br /&gt;y me coloque en otros brazos de mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es por ti ya no me importa&lt;br /&gt;suplicar una vez más&lt;br /&gt;que me des aliento&lt;br /&gt;y vida al respirar / respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siempre me ves llegar,&lt;br /&gt;y siempre me ves venir,&lt;br /&gt;con el mundo entre las manos para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo claro lo que soy,&lt;br /&gt;y siempre me ves venir,&lt;br /&gt;arrastrando mi cordura en el camino a la locura por tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si es por ti ya no me importa&lt;br /&gt;suplicar una vez más&lt;br /&gt;que me des aliento&lt;br /&gt;y vida al respirar / respirar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-993427876904726547?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-1937222571745456282</id><published>2009-03-02T08:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Afán para no separarme de ti</title><content type='html'>Afán para no separarme de ti,&lt;br /&gt;por tu belleza, lucha por no quedar en donde quieres tú,&lt;br /&gt;aquí en los alfabetos, en las auroras, en los labios.&lt;br /&gt;Ansia de irse dejando atrás anécdotas, vestidos, caricias,&lt;br /&gt;de llegar atravesando todo lo que en ti cambia,&lt;br /&gt;a lo desnudo y a lo perdurable.&lt;br /&gt;Y mientras siguen dando vueltas y vueltas, entregándose,&lt;br /&gt;engañándose, tus rostros, tus caprichos y tus besos,&lt;br /&gt;tus delicias volubles, tus contactos rápidos con el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;haber llegado yo al centro puro, inmóvil, de ti misma,&lt;br /&gt;y verte cómo cambias, y lo llamas vivir,&lt;br /&gt;en todo, en todo sí, menos en mí, donde te sobrevives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Pedro Salinas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/30434475-1937222571745456282?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1937222571745456282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3937225957114737834</id><published>2009-02-23T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T00:00:01.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>All I coud do was cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/499fd92ac9bf5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/499fd92ac9bf5" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beyonce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;br /&gt;Church bells ring&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;br /&gt;A choir singing&lt;br /&gt;I saw my love &lt;br /&gt;Walk down &lt;br /&gt;The aisle&lt;br /&gt;On her finger &lt;br /&gt;He placed a ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw them &lt;br /&gt;Holding hands&lt;br /&gt;She was &lt;br /&gt;Standing there &lt;br /&gt;Wwith my man&lt;br /&gt;I heard &lt;br /&gt;Them promise&lt;br /&gt;Til death do &lt;br /&gt;Us part&lt;br /&gt;Each word&lt;br /&gt;Was a pain&lt;br /&gt;In my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;br /&gt;All i could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;br /&gt;Losing the man &lt;br /&gt;That i love&lt;br /&gt;And all &lt;br /&gt;I could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now &lt;br /&gt;The wedding &lt;br /&gt;Is over&lt;br /&gt;Rice, rice &lt;br /&gt;Has been &lt;br /&gt;Thrown over &lt;br /&gt;Their heads&lt;br /&gt;For them life &lt;br /&gt;Has just begun&lt;br /&gt;But mine &lt;br /&gt;Is ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;br /&gt;All i could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;br /&gt;I was losing &lt;br /&gt;The man &lt;br /&gt;That i love&lt;br /&gt;And all &lt;br /&gt;I could do &lt;br /&gt;Was cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3937225957114737834?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3937225957114737834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3937225957114737834' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3937225957114737834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49a13484bfe14" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rosana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que podria pasar si tu fueras el mundo,&lt;br /&gt;una piel de asfalto y hormigon,&lt;br /&gt;si en el mar de tu boca se vertiera despacio&lt;br /&gt;por amor desiduos toxicos&lt;br /&gt;si abrasaran tu pelo como queman los bosques&lt;br /&gt;y entrerraron tu espalda entre miles de botes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que podria pasar si tu fueras la tierra tu mirada un horizonte gris&lt;br /&gt;si trataran tu cuerpo como polvo de arena&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco hasta llegar al fin&lt;br /&gt;si llenaron tu pecho de papales pegados&lt;br /&gt;que despues con el humo se caeran a mi lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu fueras el mundo y yo fuera tu amante&lt;br /&gt;mimaria tu cuerpo por tenerlo a mi alcance&lt;br /&gt;dibuando una huella que excitara tu mente&lt;br /&gt;hallaria la lluvia en el sudor de tu frente!&lt;br /&gt;Si tu fueras el mundo y yo fuera tu amante&lt;br /&gt;de mi boca marea que en tu boca se esparce &lt;br /&gt;De mi alma caricias sin llegar a enredarte&lt;br /&gt;si yo fuera tu amante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que podria pasar si estuviera en tus manos &lt;br /&gt;el futuro y la imaginacion de un planeta que gira en un camino enredado&lt;br /&gt;por la guerra, el hambre, y el dolor&lt;br /&gt;si aun te fuera posible encontrar la salida &lt;br /&gt;para darle cobija a loque queda de vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que podria pasar si cayera en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;el latido de ese corazon&lt;br /&gt;que agoniza dejando el universo encerrado&lt;br /&gt;en un cuarto donde no hay maor &lt;br /&gt;si aun te fuera posible entender que es de todos&lt;br /&gt;y que todos los hombres pueden mas que uno solo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tu fueras el mundo y yo fuera tu amante! &lt;br /&gt;Mimaria tu cuerpo por tenerlo a mi alcance&lt;br /&gt;dibuando una huella que excitara tu mente&lt;br /&gt;hallaria la lluvia en el sudor de frente!&lt;br /&gt;Si tu fueras el mundo y yo fuera tu amante&lt;br /&gt;De mi boca marea que en tu boca se esparce&lt;br /&gt;de mi alma caricias sin lelgar a enredarte &lt;br /&gt;si yo fuera tu amante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-6859647621951502595?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/6859647621951502595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=6859647621951502595' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6859647621951502595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/6859647621951502595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-yo-fuera-tu-amante.html' title='Si yo fuera tu amante'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5662957140306363276</id><published>2009-02-21T11:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:37:08.313+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Fuck you very much</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/499fd90d4d747" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/499fd90d4d747" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lily Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside,&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your tiny mind&lt;br /&gt;Now look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so uninspired,&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired,&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hatred you harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you say,&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay to be gay&lt;br /&gt;Well I think you're just evil&lt;br /&gt;Your just some racist,&lt;br /&gt;Who can't tie my laces&lt;br /&gt;Your point of view is medieval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do,&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words dont translate,&lt;br /&gt;And its getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get,&lt;br /&gt;Do you get a little kick&lt;br /&gt;Out of being slow minded?&lt;br /&gt;You want to be like your father,&lt;br /&gt;It's approval you're after&lt;br /&gt;Well that's not how you find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you really enjoy&lt;br /&gt;living a life that's so hateful?&lt;br /&gt;Cause theres a hole where your soul should be&lt;br /&gt;And you're losing control of it&lt;br /&gt;And it's really distasteful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do,&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate,&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look inside,&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your tiny mind&lt;br /&gt;Now look a bit harder&lt;br /&gt;Cause we're so uninspired&lt;br /&gt;So sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;Of all the hatred you harbour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause we hate what you do,&lt;br /&gt;And we hate your whole crew&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you very very much&lt;br /&gt;Cause your words don't translate,&lt;br /&gt;And its getting quite late&lt;br /&gt;So please don't stay in touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5662957140306363276?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5662957140306363276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5662957140306363276' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5662957140306363276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5662957140306363276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/fuck-you-very-much.html' title='Fuck you very much'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-9141093790911176382</id><published>2009-02-19T07:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.949+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Así es ella, me dije</title><content type='html'>Así es ella, me dije; es la alegría&lt;br /&gt;remota y honda que de pronto llega&lt;br /&gt;a despejar el nudo que se debe&lt;br /&gt;desanudar en la penumbra inquieta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noche y albor, me dije,&lt;br /&gt;todo llegó a mi corazón por ella;&lt;br /&gt;llegó el sabor oculto del deseo,&lt;br /&gt;el presagio de ardor que en mí resuena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es mi cuerpo, me dije,&lt;br /&gt;reconociendo su esplendor en ella,&lt;br /&gt;el bosque entero de mi sangre, el pulso&lt;br /&gt;y el latido secreto de su fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La imagen que conservo&lt;br /&gt;de las verdes raíces de mi tierra;&lt;br /&gt;ella es el tiempo mío, el del verano&lt;br /&gt;en el regazo inmóvil de la siesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así mismo, me dije,&lt;br /&gt;es su fulgor herido en la belleza,&lt;br /&gt;ella es el largo trecho recorrido&lt;br /&gt;surtiéndose de entraña y sementera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella es así, me dije,&lt;br /&gt;callado abrigo que abrigó mis huellas,&lt;br /&gt;el justo sueño que escogí en la lucha,&lt;br /&gt;la libertad por la que canto es ella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ELVIO ROMERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-9141093790911176382?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/9141093790911176382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=9141093790911176382' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/9141093790911176382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/9141093790911176382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/asi-es-ella-me-dije.html' title='Así es ella, me dije'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5434144903262983968</id><published>2009-02-18T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Contraespionaje I</title><content type='html'>no le digas a nadie que he vuelto a tus jardines&lt;br /&gt;escóndeme bajo tu cuello de ángel&lt;br /&gt;en tu pelo de bruma&lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos de marzo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vengo huyendo hasta la piel de tus murallas&lt;br /&gt;la soledad me sigue muy de cerca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ocúltame bajo tu permanente desnudez&lt;br /&gt;en tu mano profunda&lt;br /&gt;en tu llanto perfecto&lt;br /&gt;en tu saliva sabia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preguntan quién ha subvertido este infiel corazón&lt;br /&gt;sé que no me hallarán:&lt;br /&gt;la luz lo ciega todo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;GASPAR AGUILERA DÍAZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5434144903262983968?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3556422347286361684</id><published>2009-02-17T00:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><content type='html'>I -DEL TACTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Acércate despacio a mis dominios;&lt;br /&gt;que tus dedos tanteen el espacio&lt;br /&gt;ciegamente, la oscuridad que envuelve&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo; que construyan un camino&lt;br /&gt;y lleguen hasta mí a través del velo&lt;br /&gt;espeso y taciturno de las sombras.&lt;br /&gt;Sálvame con la luz que hay en tus dedos&lt;br /&gt;si me tocan, conjura la desidia,&lt;br /&gt;enciéndeme o abrásame en el tacto&lt;br /&gt;esplendoroso y claro de tus manos.&lt;br /&gt;  Como las mariposas de la noche,&lt;br /&gt;hacia la llama iré que tú convocas,&lt;br /&gt;que prefiero quemarme a estar a oscuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II -DEL OLFATO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  La vainilla; el espliego; el verdín; la canela.&lt;br /&gt;A veces un aroma delgado como de agua,&lt;br /&gt;como de nube o lluvia; a veces un violento&lt;br /&gt;perfume que recuerda la piel de una gacela,&lt;br /&gt;el sudor y la sangre de un animal en celo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero siempre, al final, la vainilla, el espliego...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III -DE LA VISTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Para tus ojos.&lt;br /&gt;Para tus ojos fieramente abiertos.&lt;br /&gt;Para tus ojos fijos.&lt;br /&gt;Para tus ojos con caudal de fiebre.&lt;br /&gt;Para tus ojos grandes.&lt;br /&gt;Una orquídea de carne voluptuosa&lt;br /&gt;para tus ojos ávidos&lt;br /&gt;con vocación de abejas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV -DEL GUSTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hay sal sobre los labios. En la lengua,&lt;br /&gt;un resto de naufragios y sirenas,&lt;br /&gt;tal vez algas, y el gusto de los fondos&lt;br /&gt;espumosos y verdes del océano.&lt;br /&gt;  El sexo siempre sabe a mar de invierno,&lt;br /&gt;a galernas en medio de la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V -DEL OÍDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Se levanta tu voz, se enrosca y se estremece,&lt;br /&gt;serpiente y remolino, se enzarza en mis cabellos,&lt;br /&gt;sube aún, se engrandece, se enajena en rugido&lt;br /&gt;y pierde la noción del trino o la palabra.&lt;br /&gt;Eres otro en tu voz. No conozco a ese hombre&lt;br /&gt;que grita en el placer, delicioso extranjero&lt;br /&gt;que habla lenguas angélicas en una cama impura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De "Alcoba del agua" 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Josefa Parra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3556422347286361684?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2222522408536919016</id><published>2009-02-16T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:54:02.950+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Amoreto V</title><content type='html'>Quiero ver en tus ojos el destello,&lt;br /&gt;la inquietud de mi fibra, el rocío&lt;br /&gt;en tus manos asidas a mi río,&lt;br /&gt;el recodo en que habita lo más bello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser en la sangre de tu sello&lt;br /&gt;hoja hueva en el vaso antes vacío,&lt;br /&gt;ser, amor, tu sabor en el estío,&lt;br /&gt;la delicia en el pulso de tu cuello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero andar tu sudor y tu saliva,&lt;br /&gt;atreverme a probar el agua viva&lt;br /&gt;que en tu beso refleja la dulzura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del estanque aromado y su tersura;&lt;br /&gt;agua rauda y ardiente que cautiva&lt;br /&gt;brillo de agua que colma mi hendidura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ETHEL KRAUZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2222522408536919016?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2222522408536919016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2222522408536919016' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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más y más oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo es sacro y sacrifica edad&lt;br /&gt;sin tiempo sobre el tuyo cruz con cruz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subo y bajo y gravito mi testuz&lt;br /&gt;cae sobre el muro de tu atroz ciudad&lt;br /&gt;sin puertas donde al fin me da mitad&lt;br /&gt;de entrada a la tiniebla un tragaluz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantel mi espalda cubre los manjares&lt;br /&gt;mis brazos y mis piernas son a pares&lt;br /&gt;con los tuyos en forma de escorpión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las dos manzanas mi contacto deja&lt;br /&gt;y duerme como un vaso en la bandeja&lt;br /&gt;de tu vientre mi enorme corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Carlos Edmundo de Ory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Tremendum'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5991779645125027473</id><published>2009-02-13T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:17:10.567+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Blue and sentimental</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4997e7bfd8aa0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/4997e7bfd8aa0" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ella Fitzgerald &amp; Joe Pass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5991779645125027473?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5991779645125027473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5991779645125027473' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5991779645125027473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5991779645125027473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-and-sentimental.html' title='Blue and sentimental'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2175251776709071578</id><published>2009-02-08T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:29:02.912+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Cosas que no tendremos</title><content type='html'>Cosas que no tendremos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las mañanas de abril largas de amor y sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Las tardes de noviembre con lluvia interminable.&lt;br /&gt;Las noches del verano tercamente estrelladas.&lt;br /&gt;Todas las madrugadas dulcísimas de otoño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Cosas que me he perdido:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabré del sabor de tu boca dormida.&lt;br /&gt;No acunaré a tus hijos. No beberé tu vino.&lt;br /&gt;No lloraré contigo viendo ningún ocaso.&lt;br /&gt;No me amanecerá tu vientre entre las sábanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Tengo todo un tesoro de lagunas y ausencias,&lt;br /&gt;un muestrario completo de páginas en blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;De "Alcoba del agua" 2002&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Josefa Parra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2175251776709071578?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2175251776709071578/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2175251776709071578' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2175251776709071578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2175251776709071578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/cosas-que-no-tendremos.html' title='Cosas que no tendremos'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8298676614228428163</id><published>2009-02-07T11:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:45:48.357+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Cuando tú no estés</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/498d5de435ad6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/498d5de435ad6" name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David Broza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tú no estés y mi soledad&lt;br /&gt;sea todo lo que yo pueda perder&lt;br /&gt;abriré el balcón, me haré el loco&lt;br /&gt;para no acordarme bien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando tú no estés&lt;br /&gt;jugaré ajedrez, bajaré a comprar&lt;br /&gt;el periódico de ayer&lt;br /&gt;no cocinaré, comeré en el bar&lt;br /&gt;con la cama sin hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy enciendes mis palabras&lt;br /&gt;y calientas el sillón&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que si no estás&lt;br /&gt;quin se va soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando tú no estés&lt;br /&gt;recalentaré viejos tiempos&lt;br /&gt;y si no me siento bien&lt;br /&gt;si el atardecer suena hueco&lt;br /&gt;bailaré con tu jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy apagas mis silencios&lt;br /&gt;pones en marcha mi voz&lt;br /&gt;Supongo que si no estás&lt;br /&gt;quien se va soy yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No consigo dormir&lt;br /&gt;tengo frío a pleno sol&lt;br /&gt;supongo que si no estás&lt;br /&gt;quien se va soy yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8298676614228428163?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8298676614228428163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8298676614228428163' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8298676614228428163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8298676614228428163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/cuando-tu-no-estes.html' title='Cuando tú no estés'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-2359734049627871950</id><published>2009-02-05T08:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:08:32.502+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fotografía'/><title type='text'>Tan Lejos, tan cerca</title><content type='html'>¿Por qué será que te siento más cerca cuando estás más lejos&lt;div&gt;¿Que más unido a ti me percibo cuando mayor es la distancia que nos separa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Será que nuestras diferencias se desdibujan en la lejanía como esos horizontes que las brumas diluyen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sólo sé que el roce hace el cariño, pero también de un roce nacen las chispas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos dos imanes caprichosos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día nos levantamos con los polos cambiados y no nos separan ni a hachazos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otros días pasan conquistados por la repulsión de la rutina y el conocimiento mutuo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero hoy vuelvo por fin a casa y me alegro de volver a verte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://shit-happening.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Proyecto Shit Happenning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el baño de mujeres de&lt;a href="http://nochesenlagaleria.blogspot.com"&gt; La Galería&lt;/a&gt;. El Carmen. Valencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-2359734049627871950?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/2359734049627871950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=2359734049627871950' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2359734049627871950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/2359734049627871950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/02/tan-lejos-tan-cerca.html' title='Tan Lejos, tan cerca'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-5151451872279496833</id><published>2009-01-26T20:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:59:14.314+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Bebernos a morro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object data="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49623a75c08f6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="24" width="220"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.urcloud.com/players/playerwpress.swf?soundFile=http://www.urcloud.com/media/49623a75c08f6" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu"&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo- Pereza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuela, vuela, vuela conmigo, &lt;br /&gt;Cuélate dentro dime "chico", &lt;br /&gt;Dame calor, sácame brillo, &lt;br /&gt;Hazme el amor en nuestro nido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero nada, nada más, &lt;br /&gt;Me sobra respirar. &lt;br /&gt;Sube, sube, sube conmigo, &lt;br /&gt;Déjalo todo, yo te cuido. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a Madrid, ten un descuido, &lt;br /&gt;Haz cosas mientras yo te miro. &lt;br /&gt;No tengo miedos, no tengo dudas, &lt;br /&gt;Lo tengo muy claro ya. &lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan de verdad!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me acojono cuando pienso &lt;br /&gt;En tus pequeñas dudas y eso, &lt;br /&gt;Que si no te tengo reviento, &lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacértelo muy lento. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo, todo, todo, todo, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo todo. &lt;br /&gt;Poco, muy poco a poco, poco, &lt;br /&gt;Que venga la magia y estemos &lt;br /&gt;Solos, solos, solos, solos, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo sólo, &lt;br /&gt;Solos rozándonos todo, sudando, cachondos, &lt;br /&gt;Volviéndonos locos, teniendo cachorros, &lt;br /&gt;Clavarnos los ojos, bebernos a morro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueña, sueña, sueña conmigo, &lt;br /&gt;Escríbeme luego un mensajito, &lt;br /&gt;Dime hacia donde y yo te sigo, &lt;br /&gt;Si tu te tiras yo me tiro. &lt;br /&gt;No tengo miedos, no tengo dudas &lt;br /&gt;Lo tengo muy claro ya. &lt;br /&gt;Todo es tan de verdad ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me acojono cuando pienso &lt;br /&gt;En tus pequeñas dudas, y eso &lt;br /&gt;Que si no te tengo reviento, &lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacértelo muy lento  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo, todo, todo, todo, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo todo. &lt;br /&gt;Poco, muy poco a poco, poco, &lt;br /&gt;Que venga la magia y estemos &lt;br /&gt;Solos, solos, solos, solos, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo sólo, &lt;br /&gt;Solos rozándonos todo, sudando, cachondos, &lt;br /&gt;Volviéndonos locos, teniendo cachorros, &lt;br /&gt;Clavarnos los ojos, bebernos a morro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame, que aún te queda, dame un poco más, &lt;br /&gt;Dame que lo quiero todo. &lt;br /&gt;Siento que cada vez más, tengo celos de todo. &lt;br /&gt;Dame, que aún te llega y todo llegará, &lt;br /&gt;Dámelo sólo a mi solo. &lt;br /&gt;Siento que cada vez quiero más.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todo, todo, todo, todo, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo todo. &lt;br /&gt;Poco, muy poco a poco, poco, &lt;br /&gt;Que venga la magia y estemos &lt;br /&gt;Solos, solos, solos, solos, &lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero contigo sólo, &lt;br /&gt;Solos rozándonos todo, sudando, cachondos, &lt;br /&gt;Volviéndonos locos, teniendo cachorros, &lt;br /&gt;Clavarnos los ojos, bebernos a morro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Toda tuya, toda nuestra, Lunita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-5151451872279496833?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/5151451872279496833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=5151451872279496833' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5151451872279496833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/5151451872279496833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/01/bebernos-morro.html' title='Bebernos a morro...'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-8570234925764949957</id><published>2009-01-25T11:41:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:59:44.227+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pintura'/><title type='text'>Milo Manara</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LuiroJcUHhA/SXxCuvIpqTI/AAAAAAAACGY/uPZVbJK-lM8/s400/n1439963632_62482_1686.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295180632575027506" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LuiroJcUHhA/SXxCqgmqVZI/AAAAAAAACGQ/k5CBGxKQc5I/s400/manara-girlfinger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295180559954892178" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LuiroJcUHhA/SXxCkNYJixI/AAAAAAAACGI/dzG_XERlEh0/s400/n1439963632_62489_3822.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295180451714534162" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-8570234925764949957?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/8570234925764949957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=8570234925764949957' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8570234925764949957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/8570234925764949957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/01/milo-manara.html' title='Milo Manara'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LuiroJcUHhA/SXxCuvIpqTI/AAAAAAAACGY/uPZVbJK-lM8/s72-c/n1439963632_62482_1686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-3120582429914180657</id><published>2009-01-24T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:02:22.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>La Formal</title><content type='html'>Ponte el pudor.&lt;br /&gt;Está allí, debajo del lecho&lt;br /&gt;junto a las ropas caídas.&lt;br /&gt;Dilúyelo sobre tus mejillas&lt;br /&gt;como si fuese un maquillaje.&lt;br /&gt;Alisa tu piel&lt;br /&gt;y ese tablero de ajedrez borracho&lt;br /&gt;de tu falda de cuadros.&lt;br /&gt;Abróchate la blusa&lt;br /&gt;y adopta otra vez&lt;br /&gt;esa actitud ingenua de muchacha formal.&lt;br /&gt;Ordena tus cabellos y tus prejuicios.&lt;br /&gt;Camina con esa dignidad desvencijada&lt;br /&gt;que usas los domingos&lt;br /&gt;para asistir a misa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan pronto atravieses el umbral&lt;br /&gt;serás nuevamente tú&lt;br /&gt;la pequeña burguesa incomprendida&lt;br /&gt;con tus veinte años de lugares comunes&lt;br /&gt;y tu boca repleta de palabras usadas.&lt;br /&gt;Serás la rutinaria.&lt;br /&gt;La formal.&lt;br /&gt;La limitada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creerás otra vez en Dios&lt;br /&gt;así como antes creías en tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;y estarás llena de moral&lt;br /&gt;así como antes estabas llena de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Aquí en mi habitación&lt;br /&gt;quedó tu lujuria hipócrita&lt;br /&gt;y tu doble moral.&lt;br /&gt;Mañana volverás&lt;br /&gt;y entonces te diré las palabras de siempre:&lt;br /&gt;Ponte tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;quítate el pudor y las ropas&lt;br /&gt;y ven así, desnuda&lt;br /&gt;a engañarnos pensando&lt;br /&gt;que no hemos empezado a envejecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Miguel Méndez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3120582429914180657?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3120582429914180657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3120582429914180657' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3120582429914180657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3120582429914180657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-formal.html' title='La Formal'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1875/2418/1600/untitledr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30434475.post-4059803954489469491</id><published>2009-01-23T00:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:02:22.122+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poemas'/><title type='text'>Ella</title><content type='html'>Ella está hecha a semejanza de las cosas que amo.&lt;br /&gt;Se parece a la noche,&lt;br /&gt;o mejor: a una noche sin ausencias.&lt;br /&gt;Ella es exacta.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la noche escurre, su cuerpo se humedece.&lt;br /&gt;Me permite trepar por mis temblores&lt;br /&gt;y agitar su nombre desde la oscuridad.&lt;br /&gt;Ella es irrepetible.&lt;br /&gt;Nació en las piedras donde empieza mi desorden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUARDO LANGAGNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-4059803954489469491?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/4059803954489469491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=4059803954489469491' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4059803954489469491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/4059803954489469491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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name="movie" /&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality" /&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="menu" /&gt;&lt;param value="yes" name="autostart" /&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Versión de Nnenna Freelon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is fair in love&lt;br /&gt;Love's a crazy game&lt;br /&gt;Two people vow to stay&lt;br /&gt;In love as one they say&lt;br /&gt;But all is changed with time&lt;br /&gt;The future none can see&lt;br /&gt;The road you leave behind&lt;br /&gt;Ahead lies mystery&lt;br /&gt;But all is fair in love&lt;br /&gt;I had to go away&lt;br /&gt;A writer takes his pen&lt;br /&gt;To write the words again&lt;br /&gt;That all in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of fate's a chance&lt;br /&gt;It's either good or bad&lt;br /&gt;I tossed my coin to say&lt;br /&gt;In love with me you'd stay&lt;br /&gt;But all in war is so cold&lt;br /&gt;You either win or lose&lt;br /&gt;When all is put away&lt;br /&gt;The losing side I'll play&lt;br /&gt;But all is fair in love&lt;br /&gt;I should have never left your side&lt;br /&gt;A writer takes his pen&lt;br /&gt;To write the words again&lt;br /&gt;That all in love is fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A writer takes his pen&lt;br /&gt;To write the words again&lt;br /&gt;That all in love is fair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-138805120789940727?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/138805120789940727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=138805120789940727' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/138805120789940727'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;seguir por ese pecho con el que sueñan mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;ese pecho-cueva donde se esconde mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;hurgando la ternura,&lt;br /&gt;ese pecho que suena a tambores y vida continuada.&lt;br /&gt;Quedarme allí un rato largo&lt;br /&gt;enredando mis manos&lt;br /&gt;en ese bosquecito de arbustos que te crece&lt;br /&gt;suave y negro bajo mi piel desnuda&lt;br /&gt;seguir después hacia tu ombligo&lt;br /&gt;hacia ese centro donde te empieza el cosquilleo,&lt;br /&gt;irte besando, mordiendo,&lt;br /&gt;hasta llegar allí&lt;br /&gt;a ese lugarcito&lt;br /&gt;-apretado y secreto-&lt;br /&gt;que se alegra ante mi presencia&lt;br /&gt;que se adelanta a recibirme&lt;br /&gt;y viene a mí&lt;br /&gt;en toda su dureza de macho enardecido.&lt;br /&gt;Bajar luego a tus piernas&lt;br /&gt;firmes como tus convicciones guerrilleras,&lt;br /&gt;esas piernas donde tu estatura se asienta&lt;br /&gt;con las que vienes a mí&lt;br /&gt;con las que me sostienes,&lt;br /&gt;las que enredas en la noche entre las mías&lt;br /&gt;blandas y femeninas.&lt;br /&gt;Besar tus pies, amor,&lt;br /&gt;que tanto tienen aun que recorrer sin mí&lt;br /&gt;y volver a escalarte&lt;br /&gt;hasta apretar tu boca con la mía,&lt;br /&gt;hasta llenarme toda de tu saliva y tu aliento&lt;br /&gt;hasta que entres en mí&lt;br /&gt;con la fuerza de la marea&lt;br /&gt;y me invadas con tu ir y venir&lt;br /&gt;de mar furioso&lt;br /&gt;y quedemos los dos tendidos y sudados&lt;br /&gt;en la arena de las sábanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gioconda Belli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-3549455089579230911?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/3549455089579230911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=3549455089579230911' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3549455089579230911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/3549455089579230911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/2009/01/recorrindote.html' title='Recorriéndote'/><author><name>Lucia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04729344599313027033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ÁNGEL FACAL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30434475-1605823667825674360?l=loqueluciave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loqueluciave.blogspot.com/feeds/1605823667825674360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30434475&amp;postID=1605823667825674360' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30434475/posts/default/1605823667825674360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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