<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492</id><updated>2011-10-16T01:17:17.722-07:00</updated><category term='violeta'/><category term='sueño'/><category term='brazos'/><category term='fantasmas'/><category term='viento'/><category term='quemar'/><category term='tiempo'/><category term='circulos'/><category term='adicto'/><category term='imposible'/><category term='ojos'/><category term='recuerdos'/><category term='disfraces'/><category term='viaje'/><category term='espacio'/><category term='paisajes'/><category term='abrazar'/><category term='vida'/><category term='pensar'/><category term='palabras'/><category term='comunicación'/><category term='entender'/><category term='daño'/><category term='lento'/><category term='Secretos'/><category term='verano'/><category term='miedo'/><category term='mentiras'/><category term='olvidar'/><category term='locos'/><category term='agua'/><category term='extrañar'/><category term='azúcar'/><category term='Arena'/><category term='personas'/><category term='datos'/><category term='detalles'/><category term='esperanza'/><category term='dulce'/><category term='absurdo'/><category term='beso'/><category term='efecto'/><category term='decir'/><category term='odiar'/><category term='razones'/><category term='alas'/><category term='esperar'/><category term='causa'/><category term='sol'/><category term='respuestas'/><category term='olas'/><category term='puente'/><category term='lo de siempre'/><category term='noche'/><category term='piel'/><category term='preguntas'/><category term='sentimientos'/><category term='el sol'/><category term='lluvia'/><category term='espejismos'/><category term='septiembre'/><category term='icaro'/><category term='cielo'/><category term='inmortal'/><category term='alma'/><category term='camino'/><category term='vainilla'/><category term='35mm'/><category term='porqué'/><title type='text'>Hab. 217</title><subtitle type='html'>Buenas noches...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-6569632397209810627</id><published>2011-10-16T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T01:05:50.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cielo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espacio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='datos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comunicación'/><title type='text'>Baudios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como lo tibio del sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando ilumina tras las gran ventana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fluye el pulso a través de la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando (de pronto) tomamos nuestras manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leeento, como los datos salen de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;intentando entrar en los mios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;En un momento, quietos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el tiempo es denso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violentas rafagas de texto tierno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;key: 'podriamos volvernos locos',&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;en un layer oculto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;un trabajo paralelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;detrás de lo evidente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;lejos de cualquier estandar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque cada quien, a fin de cuentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crea nuevos tipos de comunicación...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;serializando experiencias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;resolviendo extrañas conjeturas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a través de nuevos medios...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;no te has dado ni cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SetMensaje("Rompamos el tiempo"),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;como a un espejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que viaje al revés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y quedemos en medio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;de éste y del espacio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tu piel, leeeeento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;responde '0000006369656C6F'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;loop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-6569632397209810627?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/6569632397209810627/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=6569632397209810627' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6569632397209810627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6569632397209810627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2011/10/baudios.html' title='Baudios'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-1151796205510761487</id><published>2011-10-08T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:59:39.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vainilla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puente'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miedo'/><title type='text'>Acerca de demoliciones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Sensación extraña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;De pronto tienes miedo de perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;algo que no tienes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Miedo a juntar mas fantasmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;A crear las redes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que atrapan los peces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pero mas que nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Miedo a volver a ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;la bola de nieve que arrastra todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Despues de tanta destrucción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;no quieres ver mas ruinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Debería estar muy seguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Para construir algo eterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;De esos posibles derrumbes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;no quiero dañar mas personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Esa mirada vainilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;está grabada detrás de mi mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Con solo cerrar los ojos puedo verte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;y decirte... que tengo una idea:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;¿porqué mejor no construimos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;un puente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que comience donde estas tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;y donde estoy yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que cuando esté completo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;firme y seguro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;estaremos en el mismo lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;en el mismo camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;frente a frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-1151796205510761487?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/1151796205510761487/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=1151796205510761487' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1151796205510761487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1151796205510761487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2011/10/acerca-de-demoliciones.html' title='Acerca de demoliciones'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-6784846183985864560</id><published>2011-07-22T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:44:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>404</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;La entrada que busca no se encuentra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;o ha desaparecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lo Sentimos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-6784846183985864560?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/6784846183985864560/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=6784846183985864560' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6784846183985864560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6784846183985864560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2011/07/bieats.html' title='404'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-4592869082259027935</id><published>2008-05-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T03:46:23.341-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Secretos'/><title type='text'>Secretos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secretos que podrian cambiarlo todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;pero no cambian nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secretos que no vale la pena contar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;...pero lo vale descubrirlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secretos no tan secretos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;pero indecifrables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secretos que se filtran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;como el agua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que se esconden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;timidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que gritamos al silencio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que se escapan de nuestros ojos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que la almohada no sabe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que escribimos en el cielo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Y damos vueltas en lo mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;respuestas que ya sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;¿Porque cerramos los ojos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;¿Porque nos hacemos los sordos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Secretos que vuelven el aire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;en una espesa niebla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;...dulce y amarga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-4592869082259027935?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/4592869082259027935/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=4592869082259027935' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4592869082259027935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4592869082259027935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2008/05/secretos.html' title='Secretos'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-714884794962268761</id><published>2008-04-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:43:00.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espejismos'/><title type='text'>Espejismos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/R_6VLiwnA4I/AAAAAAAAABk/4MZ43GB_X94/s1600-h/espejismo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187747846319178626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/R_6VLiwnA4I/AAAAAAAAABk/4MZ43GB_X94/s200/espejismo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminando por las calles vacias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿para que?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperando encontrarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿para que?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que algun dia se disipe la niebla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;porque quizas detras hay un sol brillante.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿pero donde estas en mis dias negros?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;puedo hacer cualquier cosa para iluminar tus dias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero estoy aqui,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contando cada auto rojo que pase por la carretera.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿para que?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no creo que exista un lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el que no salga el sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y aunque se haya ido la niebla &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero haya encontrado la noche,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperaré que amanezca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminando por calles mojadas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿para que?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;viendote en cada rostro que pasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con sus vestidos rojos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;espejismos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la noche se hace larga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero siento que mi lugar esta aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en estas calles oscuras,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;esperando que salga el sol algun dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y pueda verte frente a mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en un rayo de luz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que pueda sentirte al fin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;saber que es verdad,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y amanezca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;¿donde estas cuando te necesito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-714884794962268761?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/714884794962268761/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=714884794962268761' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/714884794962268761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/714884794962268761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2008/04/espejismos.html' title='Espejismos'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/R_6VLiwnA4I/AAAAAAAAABk/4MZ43GB_X94/s72-c/espejismo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-6845244237266033247</id><published>2008-02-05T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:19:41.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mil cosas que nunca te dije</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ven, ayúdame a mirar el cielo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si, a veces es celeste,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otras negro con puntitos blancos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o violeta, o rojo… [Risas]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las nubes son blancas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque también son rojas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o a veces grises.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Se toman las manos]&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;A veces te quería decir algo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y de pronto me mirabas y decías:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“¿y que me tenias que decir?”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en ese momento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sabía como decirlo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora pienso en mil cosas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que nunca te dije.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                        &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tuve que dar dos vueltas al sol&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y un poco mas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para darme cuenta de algunas cosas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a veces caía en cuenta de cosas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo cuando ya era muy obvio para los dos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no en el momento mismo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy cada pieza cabe en su lugar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y lamento haber callado cosas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excusándome con que no las decía&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para no parecer idiota,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡porque esa si fue una gran idiotez!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Aunque todavía tengo preguntas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preguntas que probablemente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si me las dijeras a mi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sabría responder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no porque no sepa la respuesta,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sino por miedo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miedo a que me creas loco,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente a darme cuenta&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que no tengo derecho&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pronunciar esas palabras.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palabras que otra persona&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esta diciendo en mi lugar.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                          &lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Hoy solo quiero&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me ayudes a mirar el cielo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y si tienes paciencia para mi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te diré mil cosas que nunca te dije.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como las mil cosas que me hiciste sentir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que nunca antes había sentido,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosas como llorar por alguien,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prometerle algo que parece imposible&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y que me trae nuevos miedos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no poder odiarla.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;A veces te quería decir algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y de pronto me mirabas y decías:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;“¿y que me tenias que decir?”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hoy solo quiero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;que me ayudes a mirar el cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y te diré mil cosas que nunca te dije.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-6845244237266033247?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/6845244237266033247/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=6845244237266033247' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6845244237266033247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6845244237266033247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2008/02/mil-cosas-que-nunca-te-dije.html' title='Mil cosas que nunca te dije'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-7659179594467905376</id><published>2008-01-31T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:37:37.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disfraces'/><title type='text'>Disfraces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De rodillas en la arena,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;manos en el agua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...y el reflejo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de mi rostro en ella,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turbio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como mi reflejo en ojos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disfrazados de mentiras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Respiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El sol se esconde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tras los árboles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en un largo suspiro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... suspiro que duele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en el alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque el camino mas facil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solo ha causado daño,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero el agua...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;volvera en su cauce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo en la arena en un suspiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...un suspiro que duele en el alma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y el sol se esconde tras los Árboles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-7659179594467905376?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/7659179594467905376/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=7659179594467905376' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7659179594467905376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7659179594467905376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2008/01/disfraces.html' title='Disfraces'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-100596973832131817</id><published>2008-01-24T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T17:54:54.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imposible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agua'/><title type='text'>Cosas imposibles...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera ser la luz de tu dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y la sombra que cubre la noche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hasta que cierres los ojos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera ser una cancion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para estar siempre en tu boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y que no me olvides nunca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera ser el aire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para estar contigo por siempre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y que no puedas dejarme.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera ser tus ojos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para poder entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..sin preguntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quisiera ser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..lo que tu eres para mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O ser el viento,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...ya no estaría aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...el agua, tu vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cualquier cosa en vez de estar aquí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cerrando los ojos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y deseando cosas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cosas imposibles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-100596973832131817?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/100596973832131817/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=100596973832131817' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/100596973832131817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/100596973832131817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2008/01/cosas-imposibles.html' title='Cosas imposibles...'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-3062321353058038116</id><published>2007-12-10T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T16:56:04.380-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='palabras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entender'/><title type='text'>Abre los ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;logro entrever,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas que el brillo de tus ojos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reflejo del sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Palabras que no existen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En lo profundo del color.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre tintes de insomnio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;difusos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que no se puede decir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dias de lluvia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo que yo no entiendo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre tus ojos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre la lluvia logro ver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas que arena gris y viento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veo nacer el sol cada mañana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y entre el humo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que ahora es rocío,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te vez mas dulce que nunca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Comprendo el celo de las nubes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por ocultar al sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y cuando abres los ojos entiendo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo que no se puede decir con palabras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-3062321353058038116?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/3062321353058038116/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=3062321353058038116' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3062321353058038116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3062321353058038116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/12/abre-los-ojos.html' title='Abre los ojos'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-7513217071182895097</id><published>2007-12-02T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T16:37:38.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paisajes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Arena'/><title type='text'>Arena (landscapes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y llenas los paisajes de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;con dulces colores,&lt;br /&gt;colores disociandose&lt;br /&gt;como el humo en el aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde se escribe tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;en la arena,&lt;br /&gt;pero ni las olas ni el viento&lt;br /&gt;pueden borrar&lt;br /&gt;las huellas de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los paisajes en mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;la tierra de mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Donde podriamos escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Lejos, muy lejos...&lt;br /&gt;Donde te espero esta noche&lt;br /&gt;y las que restan el en el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;El el limite, donde rompen las olas&lt;br /&gt;y en el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;el cielo y el mar se unen&lt;br /&gt;para estar juntos por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la arena,&lt;br /&gt;donde escribo tu nombre,&lt;br /&gt;donde el viento susurra en mi oido&lt;br /&gt;las verdades que niego.&lt;br /&gt;Y el caer de la noche&lt;br /&gt;me revela profundos secretos.&lt;br /&gt;Esos paisajes...&lt;br /&gt;donde el tiempo no existe,&lt;br /&gt;y caminamos juntos de la mano.&lt;br /&gt;Donde ya nada importa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-7513217071182895097?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/7513217071182895097/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=7513217071182895097' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7513217071182895097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7513217071182895097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/12/arena-landscapes.html' title='Arena (landscapes)'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-1362979922416834081</id><published>2007-11-17T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:10:33.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='causa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='porqué'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='razones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circulos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='efecto'/><title type='text'>Causa y efecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/Rz9zlvXpxgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oZeCHwBkWQU/s1600-h/pills.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133949192433681922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/Rz9zlvXpxgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oZeCHwBkWQU/s200/pills.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dando vueltas en circulos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pienso,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se lo que va a suceder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo sé,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La respuesta siempre está&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a nuestras narices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solo que hoy abro los ojos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Tú eres causa y efecto].&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A veces no quieres ver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que a aunque actos tan simples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;obedecen a esquemas complejos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es ahí,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junto al porqué de esos actos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donde yace la respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero despertar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despertar es caótico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por eso cerramos los ojos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y miramos al otro rincón,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ese donde no hay nada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Donde no hay riesgos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni deciciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Libres de toda confusión creemos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero a decir verdad...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca estuvimos mas equivocados&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que en ese preciso momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-1362979922416834081?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/1362979922416834081/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=1362979922416834081' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1362979922416834081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1362979922416834081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/11/causa-y-efecto.html' title='Causa y efecto'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/Rz9zlvXpxgI/AAAAAAAAABQ/oZeCHwBkWQU/s72-c/pills.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-4420477280985462384</id><published>2007-11-16T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:57:36.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lluvia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><title type='text'>Tiempo muerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maldito tic-tac de reloj,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;horribles las esperas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Maldito tiempo muerto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;esperando saber que piensas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;...Y el tiempo que perdí­&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;para saber que mientes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Esperando saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que es real y que no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Que horrible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;despertar y saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que siempre he estado solo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;que esto es solo un sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Porque tus fantasmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;han vuelto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Porque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;aunque fueron tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;las que me llevaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;a dormir en suaves caricias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;no fueron tus manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;las que me invitaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;a la luz del sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Porque hoy despierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;bajo la maldita lluvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Desnudo y sin palabras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Malditas esperas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-4420477280985462384?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/4420477280985462384/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=4420477280985462384' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4420477280985462384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4420477280985462384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/11/tiempo-muerto.html' title='Tiempo muerto'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-57703532827502915</id><published>2007-11-05T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:51:57.583-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extrañar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adicto'/><title type='text'>Adicto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy adicto a tí,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no puedes dejarme solo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Golpeo la mesa con mi puño&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y sujeto mi cabeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mientras pienso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en cada nocheque ruego al cielo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;un lindo diapara estar contigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son los mejores dias de mi vida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunque sea una mentira,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los mejores dias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque cada vez&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que pienso en tí&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;miro al oeste del cielo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y veo acabar el dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque tu eres mi sol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy adicto a ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿pero que pasa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con el aquí y ahora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;existo no solo por un momento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Que pasa el resto de los dias?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te necesito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para despedir la tarde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y extrañarte por las noches&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-57703532827502915?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/57703532827502915/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=57703532827502915' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/57703532827502915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/57703532827502915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/11/adicto.html' title='Adicto'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-4239956300970253295</id><published>2007-10-31T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T06:12:56.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odiar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respuestas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olvidar'/><title type='text'>Olvidar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static1.bareka.com/photos/medium/17260/desierto-espa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://static1.bareka.com/photos/medium/17260/desierto-espa.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A punto de explotar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;sabes la verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;y aun te tiemlan las manos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Nada mejor que verlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;con tus propios ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Luego pensaré que sentido tiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;confirmar mis sospechas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ninguno realmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Ya nada me sorprende.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Además, en el fondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;uno siempre sabe las respuestas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lo que me asombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;es como puedes convertir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;el mas dulce de los dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;en el mas amargo de todos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;para luego hacer que salga el sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;...Y me olvide de todo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Espero algún dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;poder decir te odio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;y que sientas lo mismo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;O simplemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;...que sientas lo mismo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;para no tener que odiarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;imagen: http://www.panoramio.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-4239956300970253295?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/4239956300970253295/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=4239956300970253295' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4239956300970253295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4239956300970253295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/olvidar.html' title='Olvidar'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-3415112689654505023</id><published>2007-10-23T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T09:48:09.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lluvia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dulce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detalles'/><title type='text'>Bajo la lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;¿Porqué hasta el mas dulce de los acordes&lt;br /&gt;suena triste bajo la lluvia?&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el mas lindo recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;bajo la lluvia se convierte en nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Y tratamos de buscar belleza&lt;br /&gt;en las cosas simples,&lt;br /&gt;no porque asi debe ser,&lt;br /&gt;y no encontramos nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nos olvidamos de los matices,&lt;br /&gt;de los detalles,&lt;br /&gt;un pequeño gesto y no lo notas.&lt;br /&gt;Empiezo a cuestionarme&lt;br /&gt;de que me vale hacerlos&lt;br /&gt;si no recibo respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta el beso mas dulce&lt;br /&gt;es solo un mal recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;bajo la lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;No debo hacer las cosas&lt;br /&gt;esperando algo a cambio.&lt;br /&gt;Y esa cancion que escuchaste&lt;br /&gt;bajo la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;sonará por siempre.&lt;br /&gt;Por alguna razón no olvidas&lt;br /&gt;jamas las cosas que ocurren&lt;br /&gt;bajo la lluvia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-3415112689654505023?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/3415112689654505023/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=3415112689654505023' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3415112689654505023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3415112689654505023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/bajo-la-lluvia.html' title='Bajo la lluvia'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-5101845962645499630</id><published>2007-10-18T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T14:56:41.304-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tiempo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='absurdo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esperanza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respuestas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noche'/><title type='text'>Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RxfWW2f0zZI/AAAAAAAAABI/yJ3ErLBeTno/s1600-h/Evening_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RxfWW2f0zZI/AAAAAAAAABI/yJ3ErLBeTno/s200/Evening_sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122798789231693202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas esas mañanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;que despierto abrazando la nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sueño que estas conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;envueltos en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;de paisajes infinitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Solo tu piel me habla.&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos.&lt;br /&gt;Y el ruido del viento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No necesitamos preguntas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Cada maldita noche&lt;br /&gt;que ruego al cielo no llueva,&lt;br /&gt;para estar contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Pero el tiempo infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;es una espera aburda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tus ojos profundos.&lt;br /&gt;el abismo.&lt;br /&gt;y el sonido del agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;no necesitamos respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cada cielo violeta,&lt;br /&gt;cada dia perdido.&lt;br /&gt;presagios para mañana...&lt;br /&gt;Esperanza en ese sol inmenzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;No necesitamos palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;FOTO: http://www.flickr.com/photos/13528486@N04/1380456834/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-5101845962645499630?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/5101845962645499630/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=5101845962645499630' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/5101845962645499630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/5101845962645499630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/palabras.html' title='Palabras'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RxfWW2f0zZI/AAAAAAAAABI/yJ3ErLBeTno/s72-c/Evening_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-6904168742744531368</id><published>2007-10-12T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:18:08.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mentiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quemar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='icaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ojos'/><title type='text'>Ojos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mentiras que queman el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosas que nunca debi saber.&lt;br /&gt;El filo de tus palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Que he caido como icaro,&lt;br /&gt;por intentar tocarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten mis alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he visto&lt;br /&gt;en la tierra de las lagrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero es de ahi mi recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;el mas hermoso amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sujeto fuerte de tu mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he visto en mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;mas lejana que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando no te encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras que queman el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serás el aire que respire,&lt;br /&gt;...hasta asfixiarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serás mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;o el peor de los venenos.&lt;br /&gt;El sol que ilumina mis dias,&lt;br /&gt;y el que quema mis ojos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta dejarme ciego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto tu ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y tu alma de sol,&lt;br /&gt;tu corazon de piedra.&lt;br /&gt;Por volar tan alto.&lt;br /&gt;Se derriten mis alas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-6904168742744531368?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/6904168742744531368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=6904168742744531368' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6904168742744531368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6904168742744531368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/ojos.html' title='Ojos'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-6126928885943424481</id><published>2007-10-11T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T16:57:21.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cielo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sueño'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='violeta'/><title type='text'>Cielo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;caminando por calles vacias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;viendo las hojas coquetear con el viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sueño ser el viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y tocar tu rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y viajar por remotos lugares libremente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Hasta llegar a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y sin que me veas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;velar tu sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Poder decirte tantas cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;aunque no me escuches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;...asi será mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Sacarse ese peso y volar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Volar por el maldito cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Ese cielo violeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y tener la fuerza de disipar las nubes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Nubes que quitan el color de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Y verte como un sol inmenzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;en la plenitud del cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-6126928885943424481?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/6126928885943424481/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=6126928885943424481' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6126928885943424481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/6126928885943424481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/cielo.html' title='Cielo'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-7651788229049959855</id><published>2007-10-03T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T13:14:04.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='agua'/><title type='text'>Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La luz se filtra&lt;br /&gt;entre las hojas de altos árboles&lt;br /&gt;dibujando inimaginables formas en la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo verte entre esas formas,&lt;br /&gt;tu rostro de luz.&lt;br /&gt;El mejor dia de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;viendo caer las hojas Con el viento.&lt;br /&gt;Viendo arder el cielo,&lt;br /&gt;ardiendo en rojas nubes.&lt;br /&gt;Puedo verlo en tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;Tu me miras sonriendo,&lt;br /&gt;eres el agua.&lt;br /&gt;El mejor dia de mi vida sonrío,&lt;br /&gt;mientras dejo atrás al tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;Sonrío,&lt;br /&gt;mientras te llevo en mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;rio solo como un loco.&lt;br /&gt;Estas en todas partes,&lt;br /&gt;invades mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿que hacer con este vacio?.&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu cuerpo puede calmar al cielo,&lt;br /&gt;y tu viento avivar su fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Solo tu luz me trae paz.&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta oscuridad...&lt;br /&gt;...desgarra mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;No me dejes solo,&lt;br /&gt;que ya cae la noche.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-7651788229049959855?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/7651788229049959855/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=7651788229049959855' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7651788229049959855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7651788229049959855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/agua.html' title='Agua'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-1946252642097783016</id><published>2007-10-02T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:04:29.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguntas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respuestas'/><title type='text'>Preguntas sin respuesta.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Es dificil caminar por este viejo puente.&lt;br /&gt;Con el mismo miedo de siempre doy un paso a la vez,&lt;br /&gt;es que es tan dificil saber si la siguiente tabla va a ceder...&lt;br /&gt;¿No seria mejor correr?, bueno, no sé. realmente no se que esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Caminar lento significaria no correr riesgos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero quizá corro mas riesgo perdiendo mi tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;es dificil saberlo.&lt;br /&gt;es que es medio complicado ser tan determinante&lt;br /&gt;a la hora de tomar una decisión,&lt;br /&gt;pero tengo que formar mi carácter.&lt;br /&gt;y que mas da, lo dejo para después...&lt;br /&gt;...¿habrá otra oportunidad?&lt;br /&gt;es dificil saberlo.&lt;br /&gt;no tengo a que temerle, ¿entonces que me frena?&lt;br /&gt;...es que es dificil saber que me espera al otro lado.&lt;br /&gt;pero no me mentire a mi mismo&lt;br /&gt;creyendo que estoy mas seguro aquí,&lt;br /&gt;de eso si que estoy convencido.&lt;br /&gt;porque las memorias de aquel lugar&lt;br /&gt;las he llenado de falsos sueños,&lt;br /&gt;y promesas que no se cumplen;&lt;br /&gt;duros recuerdos y falsos sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;imagenes que no podre borrar de mi mente;&lt;br /&gt;piedras que cargare a mi proximo destino,&lt;br /&gt;y que pesan en el fondo de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;preguntas sin respuesta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-1946252642097783016?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/1946252642097783016/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=1946252642097783016' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1946252642097783016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/1946252642097783016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/10/preguntas-sin-respuesta.html' title='Preguntas sin respuesta.'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-8353298204046721977</id><published>2007-09-06T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T06:50:57.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='azúcar'/><title type='text'>Blanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;En sueños dulces de azúcar estrecho tu mano y flotamos en un aura blanca y un sonido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;que no se puede describir como otra cosa que no sea paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;como el sonido del agua, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...y como respiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-8353298204046721977?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/8353298204046721977/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=8353298204046721977' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8353298204046721977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8353298204046721977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/09/blanco.html' title='Blanco'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-3103892684996098538</id><published>2007-08-26T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T16:14:37.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abrazar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='septiembre'/><title type='text'>Septiembre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sujeta firme mi cabeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;la misma que azotaba contra el muro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;todos los dias de invierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;asi recordaré cuando caminabamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;por ese campo, y su camino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;que no sabiamos hacia donde iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;PERO CADA DIA LLEGABAMOS MAS LEJOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y esa casa en lo alto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;la que seria nuestra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;la que se llevó el invierno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hoy podriamos caminar de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;por esas plazas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;sin decirnos nada, porque ya lo sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ambos sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;los árboles del camino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ya el aire es tibio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;el sol de las 7:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;y el tiempo se detiene.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;nos podemos perder por siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;junto al sonido del viento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;en una primavera eterna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;solo abrázame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;caminemos juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-3103892684996098538?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/3103892684996098538/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=3103892684996098538' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3103892684996098538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/3103892684996098538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/08/septiembre.html' title='Septiembre'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-615429068263746744</id><published>2007-08-14T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:17:19.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frecuencias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RsIbs57scVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-U5OAtdNUEQ/s1600-h/osciloscopio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RsIbs57scVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-U5OAtdNUEQ/s200/osciloscopio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098668186416214354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;No sabes lo que es pasar horas tendido en la cama mirando el cielo pensando en tantas cosas que no debiera pensar. Ni conoces el timbre de los 60Hz de mi pantalla en blanco esperando imprimir algo que intento decir, ...que está atrapado en mi garganta, y mi cabeza nublada por el sueño y el café de las 6:00am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mirando el cielo y los dias pasan...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;El silencio de la lluvia y mi pantalla parpadeando en LA Mayor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;El frío de la mañana. y los primeros flashes de cálida luz que envuelven el living con sus sábanas que me invitan a vagar por un confuso mundo de cielos rojos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Despierto, cama, cielo, ojos rojos, descuelgo el telefono...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...440Hz de soledad...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...nadie en la línea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-615429068263746744?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/615429068263746744/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=615429068263746744' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/615429068263746744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/615429068263746744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/08/frecuencias.html' title='frecuencias'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RsIbs57scVI/AAAAAAAAAAs/-U5OAtdNUEQ/s72-c/osciloscopio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-8502692438383167258</id><published>2007-07-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T13:23:43.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brazos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verano'/><title type='text'>Verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RpaqApv2LqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5qi4K02O2M/s1600-h/sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086439757344812706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RpaqApv2LqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5qi4K02O2M/s200/sol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia es espesa en el aire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;en mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;en mis ojos, en el alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Y aunque no hay donde cubrirse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;evito pisar los charcos que se forman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;costumbres extrañas como esas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;imperan en el movimiento de los arboles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;las personas y las gotas sobre el piso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;El fuego es espeso en mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;el agua hierve desde el piso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;el vapor y el humo me sofocan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Despieto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;Agua azul y silencio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;luces blancas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(192,192,192)"&gt;El calor de tus brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://duna.blogia.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://duna.blogia.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-8502692438383167258?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/8502692438383167258/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=8502692438383167258' title='7 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8502692438383167258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8502692438383167258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/07/verano.html' title='Verano'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RpaqApv2LqI/AAAAAAAAAAc/r5qi4K02O2M/s72-c/sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-7728765198785567842</id><published>2007-07-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T15:30:22.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='el sol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viaje'/><title type='text'>2x1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viaje&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                      &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;A veces creo no conocerte,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque es cuando estamos solos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando somos nosotros mismos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...creo que solo te conoceré&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando sea parte de tí...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Y a veces siento que no lo soy.-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creo en el destino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero arruinar nada con palabras,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ni escribir en la arena.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo se me escapa,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como un tren que se va.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...y estoy esperando sentado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con la cabeza apoyada en el vidrio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirando el paisaje en blanco&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de un viaje que no se hasta donde llega.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...ni de donde me lleva.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sé que encontraré en mi destino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podría emprender un viaje a tu vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;El Sol&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                                  &lt;p face="arial" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;No sé que será lo mas notable de hoy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el fuego que no prendió, la lluvia,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el humo, el color gris, el viento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...o el color gris del viento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que pinta los edificios y los rostros.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizá lo mas notable de hoy sea el mañana,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay gente que dice tener esperanza en el futuro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mientras su corazón siga latiendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo tengo la esperanza de que&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en el futuro mi corazón vuelva a latir.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...que los latidos se hagan mas fuertes por la mañana&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y tener una razón para despertar temprano y vivir el día,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y encontrar los rayitos del sol entre las nubes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aunque este completamente nublado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a veces extraño eso. -&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...O me dejo llevar por el viento&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta donde las nubes no sean grises,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahí me bajo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No siempre las cosas son tan fáciles,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tampoco nadie las había&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicado tanto como yo lo hago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana se pronostica sol por la tarde,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y por el resto de mis días.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;-A veces me dejas ver rayitos, de esos que hacen latir el corazón de nuevo-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="ES-CL"  style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-7728765198785567842?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/7728765198785567842/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=7728765198785567842' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7728765198785567842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/7728765198785567842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/07/viaje-veces-creo-no-conocerte-porque-es.html' title='2x1'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-8367801815790300991</id><published>2007-06-29T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T12:14:50.831-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimientos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recuerdos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inmortal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='35mm'/><title type='text'>35mm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RoVaD46Ii0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cG6SozAw8vE/s1600-h/hoja_seca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RoVaD46Ii0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cG6SozAw8vE/s200/hoja_seca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081566777419795266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miro los árboles por la ventana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;parece que uno esta muerto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;no me quiero despertar, hay algo dulce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;ese árbol resucita cada primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pero no es la primavera lo dulce, sino lo inmortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Hay cosas inmortales, cosas que conocí hace años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;hay sentimientos que son inmortales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Miro una vieja foto tras un vidrio, un video, un sueño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Dicen que una imagen vale mas que mil palabras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;... estoy viendo 24.000 palabras por segundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Palabras que escuché una vez, palabras de azúcar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Palabras que se escuchan como un sueño lejano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Las únicas palabras que son de verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;porque son palabras que viví.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;veinticuatromil verdades por segundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;en 35mm de ventana, y un frío horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;El silencio, los columpios meciendose con el viento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;las hojas en sepia, las personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;El jardín a los pies de una vieja campana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;" &gt;Pero mas que nada el silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-8367801815790300991?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/8367801815790300991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=8367801815790300991' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8367801815790300991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/8367801815790300991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/06/35mm.html' title='35mm'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_GCkhAwjC5h8/RoVaD46Ii0I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cG6SozAw8vE/s72-c/hoja_seca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-4477132732471707782</id><published>2007-06-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:00:00.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lo de siempre'/><title type='text'>o confundido, o...   ...no sé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    A veces pienso que voy a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;caer&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;porque logré ver como en un punto no pude ganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;sin &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perder&lt;/span&gt;, tuve que ceder y esa no era la idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;    Ahora que estoy en esto, que yo mismo inicie; si me retiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;pierdo la guerra. Tendre que esperar a ver que pasa y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;si las condiciones se ponen &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a mi favor&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;...Hmm! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiza gane de nuevo&lt;/span&gt;. jajaj bueno, en realidad &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he perdido mi propio juego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-4477132732471707782?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/4477132732471707782/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=4477132732471707782' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4477132732471707782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/4477132732471707782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-confundido-o-no-s.html' title='o confundido, o...   ...no sé'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-114958592947322933</id><published>2006-06-06T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T16:45:23.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.::sueño::.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;Castillos de Arena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt; y el viento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;dunas, sueños desechos, ira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;ya no me puedo levantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;el viento me derrumba y tu vuelves piedra junto a esa nube de cenizas todo lo que tocas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;no puedo dejar de caer en el juego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;sobre la mesa verde. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:arial;" &gt;dados rojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;juegas con sentimientos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;pero soy yo el que los apuesta en esta partida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;solo yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;el que nunca corre riesgos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;eso no cambia nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;todo es un riesgo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;la incertidumbre lo es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;... y no podré unirme al viento sin formar una tormenta de arena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;esperando un [:::] [:::].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(153,153,153)font-family:arial;" &gt;El azar no existe, y no creo que todas las fuerzas esten a mi favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-114958592947322933?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/114958592947322933/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=114958592947322933' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114958592947322933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114958592947322933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2006/06/ira.html' title='.::sueño::.'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-114957371338457354</id><published>2006-06-05T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:01:53.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminando por las calles de mi mente, llueve, puedo esperar cualquier cosa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Caminando por las calles de mi mente, llueve, puedo esperar cualquier cosa. En esa plaza , en los arbustos, en ese banquilo enterrado bajo las hojas... el otoño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Los fantasmas vienen y se van. Estaba ahí ella. No pueden salir de mi cabeza, son sombras con colores, no se ven pero las siento, estan dentro de mi, y no pueden salir, solo una persona puede abrir las puertas de mi mente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; En tiempo se acaba, baja la arena, y la gravedad no cesará para detener el tiempo y así poder salvarme. se me escapa entre los dedos, es como el agua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; Se escurre mi vida...&lt;br /&gt;quizá alguien pueda beber de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-114957371338457354?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/114957371338457354/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=114957371338457354' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114957371338457354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114957371338457354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2006/06/caminando-por-las-calles-de-mi-mente.html' title='Caminando por las calles de mi mente, llueve, puedo esperar cualquier cosa.'/><author><name>R.C. Cursach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18670492.post-114923993097452807</id><published>2006-06-02T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T02:48:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La pregunta más difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Razones&lt;/span&gt; Para querer y no querer, vivir, pensar, comer, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;soñar&lt;/span&gt;, decir que dios no existe o por lo menos no como uds se lo plantean, para &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;odia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahora quiero escuchar &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sus razones&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡¡¡¿porque?!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18670492-114923993097452807?l=habitacion217.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/feeds/114923993097452807/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18670492&amp;postID=114923993097452807' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114923993097452807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18670492/posts/default/114923993097452807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitacion217.blogspot.com/2006/06/la-pregunta-ms-difcil.html' title='La pregunta más difícil...'/><author><name>R.C. 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