tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16590488377674595222011-10-15T05:02:36.867-06:00COSAS QUE SE ME OCURREN DE VEZ EN CUANDO Y QUE ME GUSTANAlma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.comBlogger681100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-27604915369518810042011-07-21T09:40:00.005-06:002011-07-21T09:49:01.988-06:00Me pregunto si si sobreviviré al día,<br /> al de hoy,<br /> al de mañana.<br /><br />Si viviré a este año,<br /> al siguiente,<br /> a diez.<br /><br />Siento<br /> que<br /> voy<br /> a<br /> morir...<br /> que<br /> la<br /> muerte<br /> me<br /> está<br /> rondando...<br /><br /> Inevitablemente... temo<br /><br />Aunque sé<br /> que si el destino<br /> está escrito<br /> la muerte<br /> se escribió<br />primero.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2760491536951881004?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-21605907546387931762010-11-19T22:28:00.004-07:002010-11-19T22:33:59.303-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Danza de mil brazos...</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span>Al centro,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">descubierta,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ansiosa.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Qué más da si la moral se pierde, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">la locura, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">la inconciencia,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">la propia muerte. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Danza de mil brazos…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Invadida, </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">dócil,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">necesitada.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Y qué más da la moral y la locura… esto es vivir.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">En una danza de mil brazos,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span>el centro del todo y de la nada,</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">descubierta de mi misma, <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>ansiosa de lo que desconozco. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">La locura y la inconciencia anteceden mi muerte,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">invadida de aquel, de aquella, de nadie,<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span></span>dócil a mi misma y necesitada de mí.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Que más dan locura y muerte… esto es vivir.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2160590754638793176?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-88710418055663501252010-04-19T19:50:00.004-06:002010-04-19T20:07:07.474-06:00Me derrito en el infierno de no entender lo incomprendido.... <div><br /></div><div>Desde ahí,</div><div><br /></div><div>desde abajo, </div><div><br /></div><div>desde el fondo, </div><div><br /></div><div>del oscuro silencio que me guarda, </div><div><br /></div><div>sin sombras ni recovecos que me ayuden a escapar,</div><div><br /></div><div>aquí como siempre y como nunca... esperando.</div><div><br /></div><div>Que afán del ser humano de complicarse la existencia, </div><div><br /></div><div>tener sin ser tenido,</div><div><br /></div><div>escapando de la nada,</div><div><br /></div><div>escondiendo sin guarida,</div><div><br /></div><div>tropezando a voluntad, </div><div><br /></div><div>redimiendo y volviendo a pecar,</div><div><br /></div><div>desgarrando, partiendo, mutilando... a sabiendas que es a el a quien mas daña...</div><div><br /></div><div>Habrase visto tal contradicción?</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Que la noche arrope y la luna vele</b></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Hoy los fantasmas no dejan dormir</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8871041805566350125?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-76340187018689481102010-04-15T20:36:00.005-06:002010-04-15T20:52:31.509-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S8fQjup1-uI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JZwnj-MA9wQ/s1600/0001LN.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S8fQjup1-uI/AAAAAAAAC2I/JZwnj-MA9wQ/s400/0001LN.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460562385447549666" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Justo en la cima</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">... Regreso... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... Arde el suelo que besa mis pies ... </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... Arde el cielo que me cubre...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... A r d o...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y entre abismos y locuras navegué</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y sirenas cantaron</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y tesoros se me ofrecieron</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El torbellino me abraza... me dejo llevar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ardiendo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.... Es la hora verme llover...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7634018701868948110?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-30704242985968374342010-02-22T21:39:00.000-07:002010-02-22T21:42:15.013-07:00La noche es humeda.... Como yo<br /><br />Noche soy...<br /><br />Humedad tambien<br /><br />Sentir necesita noche... Como yo<br /><br />En humedad... en lo que soy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3070424298596837434?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-50556830900688065112010-02-20T19:03:00.004-07:002010-02-20T19:10:58.528-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S4CVXf4fWdI/AAAAAAAACvE/hdVsYDc_81A/s1600-h/Foto+del+d%C3%ADa+20-02-2010+a+la(s)+18:37+%232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S4CVXf4fWdI/AAAAAAAACvE/hdVsYDc_81A/s400/Foto+del+d%C3%ADa+20-02-2010+a+la(s)+18:37+%232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440512580791523794" /></a><br />Indudablemente no muero de amor.... <div><br /></div><div>Ni siquiera agonizo...</div><div><br /></div><div>Es sólo la despedida de lo fue. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sin más. </div><div><br /></div><div>Next... vuelta a la página</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5055683090068806511?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-85526534714134044892010-02-12T10:41:00.005-07:002010-02-12T10:58:48.805-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S3WUjC0wXmI/AAAAAAAACnk/akumxA3jqbQ/s1600-h/phantom.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437415454894218850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S3WUjC0wXmI/AAAAAAAACnk/akumxA3jqbQ/s400/phantom.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">No es la soledad la que consume</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">No el silencio el que amenaza</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Ni descendencia en peligro</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Lo que aturde... lo que enfada,</div><div align="center">Son los gritos </div><div align="center">de quienes buscan en otra parte</div><div align="center">lo que en su vida no alcanzan</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">No es aquí</div><div align="center">...Ni refugio de frustraciones ajenas...</div><div align="center">..Ni lamento de quienes como fantasmas se esconden...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Si en desacuerdo estas con la experiencia, </div><div align="center">Calla y Respeta</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">No es sugerencia... es exigencia</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Seguro corresponderé</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8552653471413404489?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-43549919007764608982010-02-02T19:35:00.002-07:002010-02-02T19:40:17.043-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2jh65YSEPI/AAAAAAAACjE/x95tRvO2aLs/s1600-h/DSC02816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 149px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2jh65YSEPI/AAAAAAAACjE/x95tRvO2aLs/s400/DSC02816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433841352373833970" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ESTAR QUISIERA</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JUSTO AHÍ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DONDE JUNTOS</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">JUSTO AHÍ</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">DONDE NADIE</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">AHÍ</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4354991900776460898?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-74237747549252167832010-01-29T06:20:00.003-07:002010-01-29T13:58:56.269-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2NLpZkNshI/AAAAAAAAChM/mk9jJCYKzR8/s1600-h/CUMPLE.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432268750148448786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2NLpZkNshI/AAAAAAAAChM/mk9jJCYKzR8/s400/CUMPLE.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>El día es hoy</strong><br /></span><br />...El inicio...<br /><br />¿Para qué premeditar?<br /><br />...Incierto es el futuro... <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">mágico</span>....<br /><br />Hoy… las preguntas... Prefiero las sorpresas<br /><br />...Feliz renacer ocurrente...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">...<a href="http://dechileydemanteca.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoy-dia-de-mi.html"><strong>LOS 34 ME SIENTAN BIEN</strong></a> ...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7423774754925216783?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-1491140731720670542010-01-28T17:48:00.003-07:002010-01-28T17:52:06.834-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Lejos de la mercadotécnica... bien sabemos que se necesitan... </div><div style="text-align: center;">hay que ir por más ocurrencias... por más ocurrentes. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=36XEwrwBU0Y">CLICK PARA VER EL VIDEO EN YOUTUBE</a></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/36XEwrwBU0Y&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/36XEwrwBU0Y&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-149114073172067054?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-34160955920720471812010-01-27T11:54:00.005-07:002010-01-27T12:43:04.987-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2CWkv6mrRI/AAAAAAAACgk/kotncFYuPRg/s1600-h/sola.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431506708690545938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S2CWkv6mrRI/AAAAAAAACgk/kotncFYuPRg/s400/sola.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Acompañada... siempre </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sin embargo... sola</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">...Buscando...me</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3416095592072047181?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-45025422628474683652010-01-21T10:24:00.005-07:002010-01-21T10:37:57.795-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1iQHnkSDtI/AAAAAAAACfk/2bGUrEzXxP4/s1600-h/vdt.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429247811349778130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1iQHnkSDtI/AAAAAAAACfk/2bGUrEzXxP4/s400/vdt.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Como el infinito...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Siempre ahí... esperando ser descubierto.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Así estuvimos... así estamos...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">...Aplicando velocidad al encuentro... </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">...Que tiempo y distancia concuerden... </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4502542262847468365?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-80109815651117885922010-01-19T19:12:00.006-07:002010-01-19T19:19:34.542-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1Zn5mVxorI/AAAAAAAACfM/e59wLUW1xh8/s1600-h/AQU%C3%8D.bmp"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 374px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428640640083796658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1Zn5mVxorI/AAAAAAAACfM/e59wLUW1xh8/s400/AQU%C3%8D.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>En los sentidos...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">En el reflejo...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Olores...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Saliva...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ecos...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">Texturas...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>En donde estás que no sea aquí...</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8010981565111788592?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-4932857958896771822010-01-15T18:35:00.007-07:002010-01-15T19:02:52.168-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1EY3FTU-II/AAAAAAAACes/cZ5VE1Qt7aE/s1600-h/estup.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427146360553273474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1EY3FTU-II/AAAAAAAACes/cZ5VE1Qt7aE/s400/estup.bmp" /></a><br />Sabía que sucedería....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Impotencia... enojo... reproche</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center">No es la primera vez... ni será la la última.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>Hay verdades que jamás dejarán de serlo</strong></div><strong></strong><br /><br /><strong>...Estupidez, estupidez, estupidez...</strong><br /><br /><br />Lo más estúpido es que cada vez se siente peor...<br /><br /><strong>... Que estupidez...</strong> </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>EL CLAUSTRO ME RECIBE ANSIOSO</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-493285795889677182?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-50969120886917463132010-01-15T08:23:00.004-07:002010-01-15T08:28:30.187-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1CH2cMRrsI/AAAAAAAACeY/Q54xy006Vw0/s1600-h/blan.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426986920331816642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S1CH2cMRrsI/AAAAAAAACeY/Q54xy006Vw0/s400/blan.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong>Llegas...Te apoderas...<br /></strong></div><div align="right"><br />Sentir el mando...<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lleva<br /><br />Eleva<br /><br />Convence<br /><br />Desarma</span> </div><br /><div align="left"><br /><strong>Vienes...haces llegar... </strong></div><div align="right"><br />Refúgiame... Blanco</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5096912088691746313?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-66830749403144049022010-01-13T12:56:00.005-07:002010-01-14T10:13:25.495-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S09Qm8sYi-I/AAAAAAAACeI/nFb0C4Pp0ZA/s1600-h/vs.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426644706062273506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S09Qm8sYi-I/AAAAAAAACeI/nFb0C4Pp0ZA/s400/vs.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Ver... <span style="font-size:130%;">escuchar</span>... <span style="font-size:180%;">sentir</span>....<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Cuando jadeos y suspiros sobrevengan<br /></span><br /><br />¡ENCIENDE!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-6683074940314404902?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-86982428204794980232010-01-13T09:42:00.001-07:002010-01-13T09:45:28.602-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S034A9yCnJI/AAAAAAAACdY/ldf1uph2ucM/s1600-h/urgenc.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426265821519453330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 347px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S034A9yCnJI/AAAAAAAACdY/ldf1uph2ucM/s400/urgenc.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div align="center">...Miento si instalo al amor en la cúspide...<br /><br />...No es así...<br />...sé...<br />...sabemos...<br /><br /><strong>ES EL DESEO</strong><br />...que mueve...<br /><br /><strong>LA NECESIDAD</strong><br />...que devora...<br /><br /><strong>LA URGENCIA<br /></strong>...que consume... </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">...Miento si instalo al amor en la cúspide...</div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8698242820479498023?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-15855526921515253412010-01-12T09:53:00.009-07:002010-01-12T10:12:26.755-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0ytBSJ9pEI/AAAAAAAACc4/rVKisVYMpzg/s1600-h/hambre.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425901888639706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0ytBSJ9pEI/AAAAAAAACc4/rVKisVYMpzg/s400/hambre.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Nunca como hasta hoy la palabra "<strong>HAMBRE</strong>" había tenido un significado tan auténtico... </span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Ni "<strong>SACIEDAD</strong>" tanta urgencia.</span></em> </div><div></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">...En mis labios la sequía...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">...la ansiedad...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">...El calor en mi sexo...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">...Y se enfría... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">...Y aturde... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">...Y resplandece...</span></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><br /><div align="center"><em><strong>En donde ahora... que no sea aquí... nostalgia... soledad...</strong></em> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1585552692151525341?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-89851652347982404272010-01-11T08:46:00.004-07:002010-01-11T09:08:41.180-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0tLHTYyYLI/AAAAAAAACcY/6sVDrZGHe_w/s1600-h/disttime.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425512764933300402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0tLHTYyYLI/AAAAAAAACcY/6sVDrZGHe_w/s400/disttime.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Qué tienen tiempo y distancia?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Que en ocasiones no alcanzan...<br /><br />No abastecen...<br /><br />Aletargan...<br /><br />Deprimen...<br /><br />..Potencian...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Qué tienen tiempo y distancia?</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Que llevan al olvido o a la obstinación... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">..al deseo...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Qué tienen tiempo y distancia?</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">que abruman...<br /><br />enferman..<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>Tiempo y distancia... más que física... un tratado a muerte o a vida.</strong><br /><br />Ni tiempo ni distancia satisfacen... aunque cómplices sean.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8985165234798240427?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-23060390166039331012010-01-08T19:01:00.017-07:002010-01-08T19:31:43.705-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0fpFfvn-nI/AAAAAAAACcI/5rsE61HDHQw/s1600-h/arribitivo.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424560556820920946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0fpFfvn-nI/AAAAAAAACcI/5rsE61HDHQw/s400/arribitivo.bmp" /></a> <div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0fn1QDmI9I/AAAAAAAACb4/LshWGiZuAN4/s1600-h/arribitivo.bmp"></a><span style="color:#000000;">...</span>Si hubiera de explicar...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">...................</span>Más no preciso...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.......................</span>No es necesario...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">......................................</span>Ni quiero...<br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;">.........................................</span>Si hubiera...</div><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">.................................................</span>Explicar... </div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">...................................................</span>ARRIBITIVO...</div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000000;">.....................................................LO SABEMOS</span>...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2306039016603933101?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-59527196593894356482010-01-06T19:26:00.003-07:002010-01-06T19:27:37.235-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0VGjR_NZbI/AAAAAAAACbg/P-ov-IA5XB8/s1600-h/buscar.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423818898175518130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0VGjR_NZbI/AAAAAAAACbg/P-ov-IA5XB8/s400/buscar.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Dando tumbos por doquier…<br /><br />Algo perdí y no logro encontrarlo… quizá ni quiero<br /><br />Algo necesito y busco… temiendo encontrar<br /><br />No es el dolor lo mío… me niego...aunque se siente<br /><br />Se puede estar tan solo???<br /><br />Tan temeroso???<br /><br />Tan insatisfecho???<br /><br />Tan necesitado???<br /><br />Tan exquisitamente pleno???<br /><br />Tan estúpidamente contrariado??? </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5952719659389435648?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-12935053065776166592010-01-05T18:50:00.004-07:002010-01-05T19:21:19.949-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0PusJCL_HI/AAAAAAAACbI/D-5TrsmCoaU/s1600-h/derr.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423440818390957170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/S0PusJCL_HI/AAAAAAAACbI/D-5TrsmCoaU/s400/derr.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center">Extraño....</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Te derramaste.... en mí</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La mirada lo agradece... igual mi piel</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Extraño...Te</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1293505306577616659?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-12348299895525972892010-01-03T18:25:00.005-07:002010-01-03T18:34:25.720-07:00<p align="center"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUNA7qE6mjY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xUNA7qE6mjY&hl=es&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"><strong><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUNA7qE6mjY">Click aquí para ver el video en youtube</a></strong></span><br /></p><p align="left">Me miro y me reconozco como soy... la sorpresa es permanente<br /></p><br /><div align="left">Me miro y reconozco lo que va y viene... lo que siento<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Me miro y reconozco que única soy... lo lamento<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Me miro y amo lo que veo... ¡¡¡soy yo !!!</div><br /><div align="left">Más ego, imposible... pero soy lo que soy... Inevitable. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1234829989552597289?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-69968963306583082902009-12-25T12:53:00.003-07:002009-12-25T13:04:21.828-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SzUaZ6e7biI/AAAAAAAACZw/5XbHRwbKrx4/s1600-h/INTN.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419266759108292130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SzUaZ6e7biI/AAAAAAAACZw/5XbHRwbKrx4/s400/INTN.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center">Del baúl del recuerdo emergiste..... herviste<br /><br />Noches inagotables hasta que la realidad golpea... magia<br /><br />Deseos sin consumar... más tiempo<br /><br />Más de ti... sobre mi... caricias<br /><br />Más palabras entre gemidos... en mi rostro... oídos<br /><br />Sudores compartidos... jadeos que no cesan... fluidos<br /><br />Sin lugar a dudas hay recuerdos jamás consumados que se avivan<br />y se inmortalizan en tan solo unos segundos.<br /><br />Sin lugar a dudas, quiero más.<br /><br />Interesante... plenitud... complemento... secreto</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Shhhhhhhhhhhh</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-6996896330658308290?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-32064874976602734602009-12-21T18:48:00.003-07:002009-12-21T18:56:43.988-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SzAnP_EjEHI/AAAAAAAACZQ/CbfaCE1Em20/s1600-h/FRIEBRE.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417873507308736626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SzAnP_EjEHI/AAAAAAAACZQ/CbfaCE1Em20/s400/FRIEBRE.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">FIEBRE</span></div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div align="center">MÁS QUE ENFERMEDAD... SANADORA DE CUERPOS INERTES</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3206487497660273460?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-8824148078029449352009-12-18T12:37:00.001-07:002009-12-18T12:38:38.159-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyvaJ8JVMZI/AAAAAAAACYo/lsBOFWC3x9I/s1600-h/lengua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416662841142096274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyvaJ8JVMZI/AAAAAAAACYo/lsBOFWC3x9I/s400/lengua.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">SOLO UN POCO DE HUMEDAD</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">DE LO DEMÁS YO ME ENCARGO</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-882414807802944935?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-14351337148401618982009-12-16T09:37:00.006-07:002009-12-16T10:01:10.124-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SykR6TqUwXI/AAAAAAAACYQ/md9KagJA5K4/s1600-h/va.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415879720297611634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SykR6TqUwXI/AAAAAAAACYQ/md9KagJA5K4/s400/va.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A presión<br /><br />Al sexto espasmo<br /><br />Mientras el mar de olores invadía<br /><br />Afluente</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Contracciones en solitario por la noche<br /><br />Humedad<br /><br />Una cama mojada.... y yo con más ganas<br /><br />Lluevo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1435133714840161898?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-78857980254558134882009-12-15T12:35:00.000-07:002009-12-15T12:41:03.173-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyfkWsfFzxI/AAAAAAAACYI/ZNqE444VuDE/s1600-h/ok.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415548155486129938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyfkWsfFzxI/AAAAAAAACYI/ZNqE444VuDE/s400/ok.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A ojos cerrados </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">busco</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">y </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">encuentro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">nunca </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">lo </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">que </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">deseo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">CAMBIARÉ DE ESTRATEGIA</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7885798025455813488?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-77561483091102654942009-12-14T10:31:00.002-07:002009-12-14T10:35:48.789-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyZ2lCP5llI/AAAAAAAACXs/tjLdrg52Zv8/s1600-h/caminos.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415145980590397010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyZ2lCP5llI/AAAAAAAACXs/tjLdrg52Zv8/s400/caminos.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Diferentes caminos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">pasos ansiosos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>INCERTIDUMBRE</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7756148309110265494?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-80893069031296832382009-12-11T09:51:00.003-07:002009-12-11T09:58:19.001-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyJ5uijJKjI/AAAAAAAACXM/lhKnqYpA2HQ/s1600-h/clock.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414023542507907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyJ5uijJKjI/AAAAAAAACXM/lhKnqYpA2HQ/s400/clock.bmp" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Horas harían falta<br /><br />Para saciar el hambre...<br /><br />Las ganas...<br /><br />Si existieras.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8089306903129683238?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-49908160726420775232009-12-09T18:26:00.004-07:002009-12-09T18:53:31.276-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyBTXjUWe8I/AAAAAAAACW0/FCPG9EdRr0Y/s1600-h/nec.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413418416182033346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SyBTXjUWe8I/AAAAAAAACW0/FCPG9EdRr0Y/s400/nec.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Ciertamente </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>en éste </strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>momento de mi vida </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>es mi deseo saber...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">que hay más allá de la necesidad?</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Qué hay más allá de mi deseo? </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4990816072642077523?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-38888258138925050242009-12-08T08:44:00.003-07:002009-12-08T10:10:05.087-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sx52aE_JfjI/AAAAAAAACWU/X38Tbbf0D5A/s1600-h/CELES.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412893992533196338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sx52aE_JfjI/AAAAAAAACWU/X38Tbbf0D5A/s400/CELES.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">No soy celestina de causas ilusorias.</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ni sujeto de elucubraciones sin sentido.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Quien dude que no confíe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Quien confíe que asuma responsabilidades.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">No soy celestina de causas que no sean las mías... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lo demás no me compete y como llega se olvida.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3888825813892505024?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-40496214932123242102009-12-04T19:55:00.010-07:002009-12-06T17:30:03.410-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxxMNkLWOoI/AAAAAAAACV8/GGxYjGe6lQY/s1600-h/20.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412284648125774466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxxMNkLWOoI/AAAAAAAACV8/GGxYjGe6lQY/s400/20.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Por 20 demonios poseída en infiernos transitorios.</span></strong></div><br /><br />20 dioses del momento<br /><br /><br />20 transformaciones<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Catárticos, didácticos, florecientes... así fueron</span></strong></div><br /><br />Hoy:<br />20 recuerdos queman<br /><br /><br />20 avivan<br /><br /><br />20 olvidan<br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Elixir de momentos...de infiernos inagotables</span></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Qué tendrán infiernos y cielos que no mueren ni renacen?</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">No lo sé... solo sé, que faltan más. </span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4049621493212324210?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-34003758540557623662009-12-04T19:10:00.007-07:002009-12-04T20:02:26.086-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxnC4duDCKI/AAAAAAAACVs/GQgYuB0RdnE/s1600-h/6+VECES.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411570702568589474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxnC4duDCKI/AAAAAAAACVs/GQgYuB0RdnE/s400/6+VECES.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>6 VECES TOCAR EL CIELO</strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La primera... </div><div align="center">Ansiosa</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">La segunda... </div><div align="center">Urgente</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La tercera... </div><div align="center">Necesaria</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">La cuarta... </div><div align="center">Insatisfecha</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">La quinta... </div><div align="center">Por avaricia</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">La sexta... </div><div align="center">Por locura</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>6 VECES TOCAR EL CIELO</strong></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Dejar el infierno </div><div align="center">auto impuesto</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Regocijar</div><div align="center">las ganas</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Explotar </div><div align="center">en el incierto</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Derramarme </div><div align="center">en soledad</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>6 VECES TOCAR EL CIELO</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Y hubieran sido más de no haberme vencido el sueño.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3400375854055762366?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-35148281991300435642009-12-03T18:31:00.006-07:002009-12-03T18:52:33.089-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxhrDVb042I/AAAAAAAACVc/TUEdpv51Soo/s1600-h/EXTRE.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411192657323287394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxhrDVb042I/AAAAAAAACVc/TUEdpv51Soo/s400/EXTRE.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">De extremo </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">a </span></div><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;">extremo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Sin medias tintas</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />S i n r a z ó n a p a r e n t e, p e r o e x i s t e n t e</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">A</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">q</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">u</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">í</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />me </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />tienes </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />d e r r á m a n d o m e e n ti. . . s o b r e t i</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3514828199130043564?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-72033172442135018592009-12-02T20:11:00.006-07:002009-12-02T20:27:02.449-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxcsiCI7ZSI/AAAAAAAACVU/mQnUg80zOOs/s1600-h/cal.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410842440510432546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxcsiCI7ZSI/AAAAAAAACVU/mQnUg80zOOs/s400/cal.JPG" /></a> Fuegos del antes, el ahora y el futuro...<br />Queman<br />Arden<br />Consumen<br /><br /><strong>COMO EL AVE FÉNIX MORIR</strong><br /><br />Fuegos del antes, el ahora y el futuro...<br />Prisioneros queman<br />Arden en camas solitarias<br />Consumen a oscuras... en mentes divagantes<br /><br /><strong>COMO EL AVE FÉNIX RENACER<br /></strong><br />Incinera en fuegos egoístas<br />En solitarios fuegos consumen<br />El individuales fuegos habitan<br />En mi fuego resucitan y vuelven a morir<br /><br /><strong>Quémame ahora que estoy dispuesta porque mañana,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>consumida o incandescente estaré y no quiero llegar a cenizas.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7203317244213501859?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-32375622329901685512009-12-01T20:14:00.003-07:002009-12-01T20:21:48.102-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxXcEop_LGI/AAAAAAAACVE/YgFXSdKYHEY/s1600-h/int.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410472499546631266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxXcEop_LGI/AAAAAAAACVE/YgFXSdKYHEY/s400/int.bmp" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Acelerada </span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Dispersa</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Al filo del exilio</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Girando en espiral</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Preguntando</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No hay respuestas</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Continúo</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Jamás en reposo</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jamás congelada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center">En el centro</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Jamás satisfecha</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3237562232990168551?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-21446118010602148142009-11-30T19:26:00.003-07:002009-12-01T11:11:30.280-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxSBgAaTG8I/AAAAAAAACU0/_TsbKfvU1cg/s1600/azul.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410091439244909506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxSBgAaTG8I/AAAAAAAACU0/_TsbKfvU1cg/s400/azul.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Y sin ser palpable, audible, respirable... palpitas</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Es la esencia que no se agota a pesar de ataduras. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y nadie se resiste... y nadie la cuestiona... y nadie la aprisiona. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Tan azul como quiero que seas</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2144611801060214814?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-7385789265961976662009-11-29T21:02:00.003-07:002009-11-29T21:08:18.314-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxNE8T5vHMI/AAAAAAAACUs/uRLK4bZgOsw/s1600/noche.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409743380327374018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxNE8T5vHMI/AAAAAAAACUs/uRLK4bZgOsw/s400/noche.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong>Nada más oscuro y fascinante... reflejante</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Tan misterioso y desafiante...atrayente</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Tan excitante y explosivo... deseable</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Nada.... absolutamente nada... como tú</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>NOCHE</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-738578926596197666?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-85456615265701079162009-11-28T18:48:00.004-07:002009-11-28T19:03:38.701-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxHVu6hQNnI/AAAAAAAACUU/Hu_IdzYCS4Y/s1600/dolor.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409339629408106098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxHVu6hQNnI/AAAAAAAACUU/Hu_IdzYCS4Y/s400/dolor.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Llegaste a media noche... no te vas</span></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Estás dentro... </span></div><div>.</div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Zona baja</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Permanente</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Agudo</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Y molestas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Y dueles</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Intrigas</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div>.</div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Es hora de que te alejes.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Quiero dormir tranquila...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8545661526570107916?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-8028793722110708972009-11-27T18:36:00.006-07:002009-11-27T18:57:55.265-07:00<strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxCCUIiKYDI/AAAAAAAACT8/_3Ap1R284uI/s1600/su.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408966434871730226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxCCUIiKYDI/AAAAAAAACT8/_3Ap1R284uI/s400/su.JPG" /></a> <div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">Y sugieres...</span></strong> </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Estimulas</span></span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#339999;">alimentas...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">y al final</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#339999;"><strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sola</span> sigo...</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SxCCIVWKFGI/AAAAAAAACT0/K4Fuf1n-jDA/s1600/su.JPG"></a><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sola</span> estoy...</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Cuando</span> será que</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">compartir,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">no sea más nada...</span></strong></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc66cc;">anegada</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330033;"></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">en solitario dar.</span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"><br /><br />E n 3 e l u n o s e p i e r d e . . . e n 1 , 3 s e p o t e n c i a n</span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-802879372211070897?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-52369301891646453892009-11-26T18:09:00.006-07:002009-11-26T18:48:19.668-07:00<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408593416506232754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sw8vDm1ez7I/AAAAAAAACTk/jEhKdy5A-gI/s400/imag.JPG" /> <div><strong>H i p n o t i z a d a y s e d i e n t a...</strong><br /><div></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><strong>que pasa cuando mares y tierras se unen??</strong></div><br /><div></div><div>Sales y deseos fusionados...</div><div>Agua y fuego en uno... </div><div>Mantos de castidad enmohecidos...</div><div>Historias sin coherencia… no es preciso…</div><div align="right"><br /><strong>¡¡¡La ansiedad no cesa y sólo quiero saber!!!</strong><br /><strong></strong></div><div align="right"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>H i p n o t i z a d a y s e d i e n t a...</strong> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408593422301805682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sw8vD8bQPHI/AAAAAAAACTs/R02iNsnuK9o/s400/2.JPG" /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5236930189164645389?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-61177921860259605722009-11-24T19:51:00.004-07:002009-11-25T09:20:25.354-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Swyeg2y6yyI/AAAAAAAACTU/SLHBIEtIPNE/s1600/silu.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407871539867208482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Swyeg2y6yyI/AAAAAAAACTU/SLHBIEtIPNE/s400/silu.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Desátame<br />Exprímeme<br />Moldéame </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">En éste momento<br />Quiero explotar<br />Hazme explotar<br />¡¡¡Ahora!!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Guitarra<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-6117792186025960572?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-82814372311841539192009-11-24T09:23:00.003-07:002009-11-24T10:07:44.957-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwwJlBa3lVI/AAAAAAAACTE/BLog6OOlMxs/s1600/camino.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407707784206062930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwwJlBa3lVI/AAAAAAAACTE/BLog6OOlMxs/s400/camino.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Nada me detiene... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Avanzo por buen camino.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ya regresarán las noches de idilios e ideales..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ya terminarán los días de temores...</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8281437231184153919?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-32768975314220625612009-11-22T22:41:00.003-07:002009-11-23T10:29:00.401-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwrFmRNF5gI/AAAAAAAACS0/4BROYjiSpoc/s1600/DSC03389.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407351563855717890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwrFmRNF5gI/AAAAAAAACS0/4BROYjiSpoc/s400/DSC03389.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Infranqueable ante la embestida...<br />A nadie temo más de lo que temo a mi misma...<br />Y sobre mi venzo.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3276897531422062561?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-29602556509896952732009-11-22T01:37:00.005-07:002009-11-22T01:42:14.033-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Swj4t6XmUsI/AAAAAAAACSk/4D2SeRvso88/s1600/el+arco.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406844820304319170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Swj4t6XmUsI/AAAAAAAACSk/4D2SeRvso88/s400/el+arco.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Y no cruzo los brazos..... </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">los mantengo abiertos, respiro... </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Y doy gracias.</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2960255650989695273?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-24778846138894307422009-11-20T18:14:00.004-07:002009-11-20T18:28:18.962-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rugen los leones</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">amenazan mi paz</span></strong></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406362575046441698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwdCHiyb-uI/AAAAAAAACSc/UUs9JXbDCq4/s400/AMANEZA.JPG" /> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">nadie esta seguro</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">me prevengo...</span></strong> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2477884613889430742?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-10640506983826421272009-11-19T17:47:00.003-07:002009-11-19T17:47:00.483-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwSZHuMbTjI/AAAAAAAACRc/dYzI1FDML0s/s1600/antojo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 370px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405613810689723954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwSZHuMbTjI/AAAAAAAACRc/dYzI1FDML0s/s400/antojo.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Un furtivo encuentro</span><br /><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">simbiosis... casual</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Antojo?</span></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1064050698382642127?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-22391056152620711692009-11-18T17:48:00.000-07:002009-11-18T17:48:04.109-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwRdXYnQphI/AAAAAAAACRM/TYBVBJLvb-s/s1600/alas.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 201px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405548109076932114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwRdXYnQphI/AAAAAAAACRM/TYBVBJLvb-s/s400/alas.JPG" /></a><br />D i s t i n g o<br /><br />e<br />n<br /><br />n a d a . . .<br /><br />V<br />u<br />e<br />l<br />o<br /><br />travesía<br /><br />s<br />i<br />n<br /><br />l í m i t e s . . . <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Alas</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-2239105615262071169?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-51125459217620011492009-11-17T19:19:00.000-07:002009-11-17T19:18:25.676-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwNYhp8mjzI/AAAAAAAACQU/fQ5cmQRUT90/s1600/6.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405261312993693490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwNYhp8mjzI/AAAAAAAACQU/fQ5cmQRUT90/s400/6.JPG" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Dame algo ahora que estoy quieta<br />esta condición me desespera</strong><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="left"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Bajo el infinito<br />Alcánzame<br />Agótame<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Con el abismo como refugio</strong>.<br /></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;">En la penumbra<br />En el vértigo<br />Incesante<br />Intensa<br />Sin límites<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Llévame ahí... donde quiero estar.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5112545921762001149?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-51819636620948650642009-11-16T19:31:00.003-07:002009-11-16T19:51:55.772-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwHiihA8W1I/AAAAAAAACP8/IY4fZPh6XUg/s1600/mar.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404850110427061074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwHiihA8W1I/AAAAAAAACP8/IY4fZPh6XUg/s400/mar.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Silencioso mar,</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">sumérgeme nocturno,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">pero no me aquietes.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5181963662094865064?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-89457853846548671402009-11-15T20:09:00.004-07:002009-11-15T21:05:05.947-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwDB6zi8AuI/AAAAAAAACP0/YiFEy9msXZg/s1600/IS.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404532768857916130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SwDB6zi8AuI/AAAAAAAACP0/YiFEy9msXZg/s400/IS.JPG" /></a> <div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>De ideas...<br /></strong>fantasías,<br />sueños,<br />ansiedades.<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="right"><br /><strong>De sugerencias...</strong><br />Sumergir...<br />Beber...<br />Devorar...<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Proximidad y deseo incontrolables... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right">...el deleite.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Estas aquí como siempre... </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="right">...Estarás como nunca!!!<br /></div></span><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">No es advertencia....es sentencia</span></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8945785384654867140?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-53314231713457272422009-11-14T17:58:00.001-07:002009-11-14T17:58:01.075-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sv8QSnn3ZEI/AAAAAAAACPc/aFefroQpi-E/s1600-h/CONS.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055989927765058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sv8QSnn3ZEI/AAAAAAAACPc/aFefroQpi-E/s400/CONS.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div> </div><div>Constriñes… desde dentro<br /><br />Trituras… y no hay defensa<br /><br />Me expuse y fui arrebata de mi<br /><br />La entrada se ha cerrado y aquí estoy…<br /><br />Constreñida y triturada a voluntad sin querer salir.<br /><br />Y no me importa.</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5331423171345727242?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-41824330465954327032009-11-13T11:28:00.010-07:002009-11-13T17:45:20.610-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sv37navEavI/AAAAAAAACPE/8xFH-XQkr_s/s1600-h/afan.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403751782524676850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Sv37navEavI/AAAAAAAACPE/8xFH-XQkr_s/s400/afan.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Juegas conmigo y me dejo...<br />Me vacías sin miramientos.<br /><br />Vulnerarme te complace,<br />dominarme te engrandece.<br /><br />Me rindo ante ti,<br />y me dispongo a recibirte,<br />como siempre,<br />desesperada porque te alejes.<br /><br />Me vacías y me dejo,<br />me desangras y no asesinas.<br /><br />Que afán de dejarme viva<br />cuando siento que me muero. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4182433046595432703?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-65691797911507028922009-11-12T17:44:00.010-07:002009-11-12T18:20:42.167-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvyvLnWoVjI/AAAAAAAACO4/1Pn7GLTQTZQ/s1600-h/DESTELLO.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403386267015075378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvyvLnWoVjI/AAAAAAAACO4/1Pn7GLTQTZQ/s400/DESTELLO.JPG" /></a> <div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svyto9rqtiI/AAAAAAAACOo/nEwfqMKMIMo/s1600-h/DESTELLO.JPG"></a>Me derramo como magma <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">incandescente</span>...<br /><br />Fuego líquido <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surcando</span> valles...<br /><br />Azufre en el ambiente...<br /><br />Rocas volando...<br /><br />Desolación en el todo...<br /><br />Prisas entre lamentos y sollozos..<br /><br />Me derramo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">incandescente</span>, como magma...</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-6569179791150702892?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-11171293716942098312009-11-10T21:25:00.005-07:002009-11-11T20:06:06.720-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svt7g9DqLpI/AAAAAAAACOY/1aPQNksTqBE/s1600-h/luz.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403047984036982418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svt7g9DqLpI/AAAAAAAACOY/1aPQNksTqBE/s400/luz.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Palpito justo ahí, en donde estás ahora<br /><br />Calientas.... hierves... bulles...mojas.<br /><br />Sin duda el mejor lugar en el que ahora quiero estar.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1117129371694209831?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-12396288540790763432009-11-10T19:07:00.006-07:002009-11-10T19:44:47.419-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svokp2K4HfI/AAAAAAAACNY/-mIDB_TU8c4/s1600-h/eriz.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402671004318703090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svokp2K4HfI/AAAAAAAACNY/-mIDB_TU8c4/s320/eriz.JPG" /></a><br />Erízame...<br />Al roce y al aliento.<br /><br />Erízame...<br />De adentro hacia afuera.<br /><br /><div align="center">Erízame...<br />Al subir y bajar.</div><div align="center"></div><br />Erízame...<br />En cargas y descargas<br /><br />Erízame...<br />En distancia o cercanía.<br /><br />No hay mejor lugar que éste<br />en el que hoy estás... Erizando.<br /><br />Cierra los ojos conmigo y erízame... erízate. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-1239628854079076343?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-53387069003838447322009-11-09T20:27:00.008-07:002009-11-09T20:34:35.373-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvjeXrpg2yI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ad4k1YtL394/s1600-h/2009-11-09-63398.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402312251466111778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvjeXrpg2yI/AAAAAAAACNQ/ad4k1YtL394/s320/2009-11-09-63398.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svi3TM2DH3I/AAAAAAAACLo/c7jWFn7Zd5I/s1600-h/2009-11-09-63406.jpg"></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svi3TM2DH3I/AAAAAAAACLo/c7jWFn7Zd5I/s1600-h/2009-11-09-63406.jpg"></a></p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svi3TM2DH3I/AAAAAAAACLo/c7jWFn7Zd5I/s1600-h/2009-11-09-63406.jpg"></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Svi3TM2DH3I/AAAAAAAACLo/c7jWFn7Zd5I/s1600-h/2009-11-09-63406.jpg"></a></p><div align="center">Sal,<br />Sabores que fluyen.<br /><br />Viscosidad,<br />texturas que emanan.<br /><br />Blanquecinas transparencias.<br />Lubricantes...<br />Derramadas...<br />Compartidas...<br /><br />Quiero probar... Dame</div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5338706900383844732?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-54257622749503754162009-11-08T21:12:00.000-07:002009-11-08T21:23:30.743-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SveYJrhA7SI/AAAAAAAACLg/7pW2XajhWzo/s1600-h/FUMAR.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401953570121641250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SveYJrhA7SI/AAAAAAAACLg/7pW2XajhWzo/s400/FUMAR.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Te bebí, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">ahora te fumo.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Con el humo te vas.<br /><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Con el aire te vienes.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br />Y yo contigo.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5425762274950375416?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-86836629997199372422009-11-05T19:26:00.000-07:002009-11-05T19:37:35.467-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvOLRwJ94JI/AAAAAAAACK4/SdcXwApYI8s/s1600-h/muta.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400813515248099474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvOLRwJ94JI/AAAAAAAACK4/SdcXwApYI8s/s400/muta.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div>Remedios...</div><div></div><br /><div>Un cuerpo desnudo...</div><div></div><br /><div>Ardor...</div><div></div><br /><div>Temperatura que sube y baja a su antojo...</div><div></div><br /><div>Pagando pecados... o será que el animal muta.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-8683662999719937242?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-56220282644406502322009-11-04T18:35:00.000-07:002009-11-04T18:51:49.851-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvIvF4vU_KI/AAAAAAAACKQ/PAcIbxZxm0o/s1600-h/HUM.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400430681347390626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvIvF4vU_KI/AAAAAAAACKQ/PAcIbxZxm0o/s400/HUM.JPG" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Sueño húmedo…</span><br /><div><div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Sigiloso...</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Vibrante…</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Húndeme…<br />Sedúceme…</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Envuélveme… </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Agonízame…</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> Revíveme… </span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Hazme venir…Regresar….</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5622028264440650232?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-33040113892239868932009-11-03T20:23:00.000-07:002009-11-03T20:37:37.165-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvD1-rNaKQI/AAAAAAAACJo/R3LU9EXf5UM/s1600-h/70.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400086410316884226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SvD1-rNaKQI/AAAAAAAACJo/R3LU9EXf5UM/s400/70.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Gritar en solitario,<br />amarme en solitario.... que de raro tiene???<br /><br />Disfrutar en solitario,<br />entregarme en solitario... si no es <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">difícil</span>!!!<br /><br />Que mi mano sea el guia,<br />mi cuerpo la ruta,<br />mis dedos el motor,<br />mi mente el paisaje,<br />el espasmo la meta.<br /><br />Porque <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">amarme</span>,<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">disfrutarme</span>,<br />y entregarme en <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">solitario</span>,<br />es el mejor regalo cuando el deseo sobreviene,<br />y se conquista a la soledad.<br /><br />De vez en cuando.... entregarse en solitario es lo mejor.<br />De vez en cuando.... morir en solitario es lo ideal.<br />De vez en cuando... viajar en solitario es perfecto.<br /><br />Porque prefiero:<br />entregarme, morir, viajar, en solitario... que quedarme esperando en soledad. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3304011389223986893?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-44445612344156035872009-11-01T19:55:00.001-07:002009-11-01T20:00:56.599-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Su5LRPfY8JI/AAAAAAAACIw/5JuLsRHO3Uo/s1600-h/mis.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399335762851852434" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Su5LRPfY8JI/AAAAAAAACIw/5JuLsRHO3Uo/s400/mis.JPG" /></a><br /><div>El baile sobrevivió a la noche.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="right">Siguió cuando el sol salía.</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="left">Bailar</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">Gritar</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right">Humedecer</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="center">Explotar</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">Desear más.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Ahora, el baile sigue en los adentros</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="center">en el recuerdo</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="right">en la espera</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4444561234415603587?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-59383340836386243852009-10-29T19:47:00.000-07:002009-10-29T19:47:00.224-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SupTEK76J3I/AAAAAAAACIA/fIpxaEf9zLg/s1600-h/LLOVI.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SupTEK76J3I/AAAAAAAACIA/fIpxaEf9zLg/s320/LLOVI.JPG" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Tras el estallido, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">el temblor, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tensión, <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">tranquilidad... <br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Todo sobrevino.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Me vi llover... <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;">Lluevo... <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lloví.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Dorada, con el sol durmiendo...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vibrante...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lluevo. <br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-5938334083638624385?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-79307314657500665332009-10-28T19:46:00.000-07:002009-10-28T19:46:00.719-07:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Suj-1tP5xFI/AAAAAAAACHI/Fg15Ocn6boI/s1600-h/prns.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Suj-1tP5xFI/AAAAAAAACHI/Fg15Ocn6boI/s320/prns.JPG" vr="true" /></a>Me han robado,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Y no fueron los sueños,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">silencios al fin.<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Surge el grito,<br /></div>baila jadeo al son,<br />limpia esencia.<br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Muerde la palma,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">disfruta primaveras,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Suj_Ok3U8vI/AAAAAAAACHQ/eoGbL_tMXhc/s1600-h/prns1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/Suj_Ok3U8vI/AAAAAAAACHQ/eoGbL_tMXhc/s320/prns1.JPG" vr="true" /></a>ahora bebe.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Canta al ritmo,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">cabalga en llanuras,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">cavernas limpia.<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Gózame niebla,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">invádeme en todo,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">renuévame sol.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SukAx3GSyKI/AAAAAAAACHY/HPEVJhjQgT0/s1600-h/prn2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SukAx3GSyKI/AAAAAAAACHY/HPEVJhjQgT0/s320/prn2.JPG" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">He dicho que sí,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">cuando la luna partió,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">hoy el no grita.<br /></div><br />Sin permiso ven,<br />no preguntes nada hoy,<br />no lo precisas.<br /><br />Quién necesita,<br />bendiciones y amor?<br />A estas horas.<br /><br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SukBdv1R8II/AAAAAAAACHg/Ow8k2t_9Tok/s1600-h/prn3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SukBdv1R8II/AAAAAAAACHg/Ow8k2t_9Tok/s320/prn3.JPG" vr="true" /></a>Seguro yo no,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">ven y rasga vestidos<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">caretas sin luz.<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Robaste eso,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Silencios, madrugadas,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Cánsame de tí.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7930731465750066533?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-40541267634493397372009-10-26T21:11:00.001-07:002009-10-26T21:11:52.848-07:00Defectos y virtudes se van a dormir.<br />El dia termina,<br />La apariencia tambien.<br /><br />Riqueza y pobreza pronto descansaran.<br />Seguiran sonando.<br />Seguiran deseando.<br />Pero en suenos.<br /><br />Miedos y velentias cerraran los ojos.<br />A volar en otra dimension.<br />A luchar en otra historia.<br /><br />Tistezas y alegrias sonaran.<br />Que son pequeas o mas grandes<br />Que dan vida o muerte<br />Que unas se quedan y otras se iran.<br /><br />Yo por hoy,<br />Me desconecto.<br /><br />El mundo no me necesita ahora, gracias, necesitaba dormir.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-4054126763449339737?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-72096147997686933012009-10-25T19:26:00.000-07:002009-10-25T19:27:12.518-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SuUIF2XeM2I/AAAAAAAACGo/-bllG72myXE/s1600-h/ruina.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SuUIF2XeM2I/AAAAAAAACGo/-bllG72myXE/s320/ruina.JPG" vr="true" /></a><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Ruina amiga,<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">cuánto tiempo estarás?<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">te aborrezco.<br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cuando entiendas<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">mi desprecio ingrato <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">deberás irte.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mientras aguardo,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">busco inviernos<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">refugios natos.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ruina amiga,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">honesta soy, te odio,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">muérete ya, hoy.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-7209614799768693301?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1659048837767459522.post-35652446682889048832009-10-24T16:07:00.000-06:002009-10-24T16:14:19.486-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SuN8I8RzOGI/AAAAAAAACF4/0dnuTjROMAI/s1600-h/Imagen003.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396293271581571170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NLep_-Gf27U/SuN8I8RzOGI/AAAAAAAACF4/0dnuTjROMAI/s400/Imagen003.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>Otoño sin mí,<br />silente morable,<br />desaparece.<br /><br />No hay mas nada,<br />Sucumbe solitario,<br />de hambre muere.<br /><br />Rebosa el fin,<br />alimenta soledad<br />sin esperanza.<br /><br />Otoño sin mí,<br />y yo en ningún lado,<br />desaparezco. </div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1659048837767459522-3565244668288904883?l=oficialmenteocurrencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alma Rosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08106030619573440829noreply@blogger.com3