<?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-6309450699290773519</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:01.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coriyeah</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-199345456471006636</id><published>2009-04-28T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:13:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SfdUHB6MrYI/AAAAAAAAACA/nE-U8MD5r5U/s1600-h/P4222311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329821163764624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SfdUHB6MrYI/AAAAAAAAACA/nE-U8MD5r5U/s320/P4222311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuándo ese ego , también es droga &lt;em&gt;¡ es tinta de la peor !&lt;/em&gt; La hipocresía , se vuelve moda la del fiel consumidor , qe drogás.. Construyen miedos ; &lt;em&gt;o vos se los pagás&lt;/em&gt; . .Soltá el veneno , &lt;em&gt;¿ o vos no&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;qerés dar ?&lt;/em&gt;Patéala en serio &lt;em&gt;tu realidad te dejó , sin pensar&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-199345456471006636?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/199345456471006636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-ese-ego-tambien-es-droga-es.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/199345456471006636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/199345456471006636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/04/cuando-ese-ego-tambien-es-droga-es.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SfdUHB6MrYI/AAAAAAAAACA/nE-U8MD5r5U/s72-c/P4222311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-5001358682978794885</id><published>2009-03-19T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:01:30.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/ScJ6Pl2KoxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FIf4kZnEXZQ/s1600-h/P1030688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314944918526534418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/ScJ6Pl2KoxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FIf4kZnEXZQ/s320/P1030688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me dices qe te doy amor de contrabando qe hacemos nada mas lo qe me viene en gana siempre a mi manera , mi santa voluntad qe solo te mimo ya con cuentagotas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-5001358682978794885?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5001358682978794885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-dices-qe-te-doy-amor-de-contrabando.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/5001358682978794885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/5001358682978794885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-dices-qe-te-doy-amor-de-contrabando.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/ScJ6Pl2KoxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/FIf4kZnEXZQ/s72-c/P1030688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-4084458806554236523</id><published>2009-02-11T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T11:00:15.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZMgDAfAaUI/AAAAAAAAABY/6SmktvHyjas/s1600-h/Copia+(2)+de+IMGP0874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301616422386952514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZMgDAfAaUI/AAAAAAAAABY/6SmktvHyjas/s320/Copia+(2)+de+IMGP0874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; en dos dias me tomo la patilla del olvido e e e e !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-4084458806554236523?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/4084458806554236523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-dos-dias-me-tomo-la-patilla-del.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/4084458806554236523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/4084458806554236523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-dos-dias-me-tomo-la-patilla-del.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZMgDAfAaUI/AAAAAAAAABY/6SmktvHyjas/s72-c/Copia+(2)+de+IMGP0874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-5698087414121729586</id><published>2009-02-10T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:05:12.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZIkIuVUf1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_tQgk3b_imU/s1600-h/n1175054198_298415_8514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301339443663503186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZIkIuVUf1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_tQgk3b_imU/s320/n1175054198_298415_8514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AMO MUCHO A MI GENTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-5698087414121729586?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/5698087414121729586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/amo-mucho-mi-gente.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/5698087414121729586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/5698087414121729586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/amo-mucho-mi-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SZIkIuVUf1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/_tQgk3b_imU/s72-c/n1175054198_298415_8514.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-8328929345299610167</id><published>2009-02-08T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T10:33:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SY8lZXB8yjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hmVzaA4tUxM/s1600-h/P1030862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300496404047514162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SY8lZXB8yjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hmVzaA4tUxM/s320/P1030862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                             Lighen (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-8328929345299610167?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8328929345299610167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/lighen-l.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8328929345299610167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8328929345299610167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/lighen-l.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SY8lZXB8yjI/AAAAAAAAABI/hmVzaA4tUxM/s72-c/P1030862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-8257038090983196521</id><published>2009-02-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:20:37.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYjtUoocsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q8gyjJSs2Pk/s1600-h/PB220130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298745900361625986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYjtUoocsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q8gyjJSs2Pk/s320/PB220130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;te has preguntado alguna vez , di la verdad , si siente el viento debajo de tu ropa cuando te bañas en el mar desnuda qien te acaricia el cuerpo en la fiesta de tu piel se sentirán la sal , las olas , sentirá la arena , me da pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-8257038090983196521?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8257038090983196521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-has-preguntado-alguna-vez-di-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8257038090983196521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8257038090983196521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-has-preguntado-alguna-vez-di-la.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYjtUoocsYI/AAAAAAAAABA/Q8gyjJSs2Pk/s72-c/PB220130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-7497744981290525699</id><published>2009-01-29T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T16:55:47.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYJP7l5uyYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6UIieamaOlc/s1600-h/P1030580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883996946254210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYJP7l5uyYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6UIieamaOlc/s320/P1030580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez tenga que animarme y dejarme de joder. Dejar de pensar, dejar de analizar y actuar. Pero, ¿y si me sale mal de nuevo? No sé si estoy preparada para volver a enfrentar una derrota. ¿Otra frustración? No sé si puedo. Por eso me doy un tiempo para relajarme y que me fluyan los sentimientos, sin forzarlos, sin obligarlos ni apurarlos. Que fluyan solos. Y ellos me dirán, me marcarán el mejor camino. Pero tengo miedo de perderte, y si te pierdo tal vez sea porque no éramos el uno para el otro. No me imagino sin vos. Tal vez eso sea porque estamos destinados a estar juntos para siempre. Me gustaría tener la bola de cristal y que me diga como sigue todo. Sería más fácil. ¿Será que siempre me tocaron cosas difíciles que hoy intento inclinarme por las cosas fáciles? Igual nada es fácil, por lo menos nada de lo que me está tocando, o lo elegí? Si vos supieras todo lo que tengo para sentir y todo lo que tengo para decir. Si vos pudieras leer mi mente y escuchar mi corazón, no tendría que hablar palabras que se las lleva el viento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-7497744981290525699?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/7497744981290525699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/tal-vez-tenga-que-animarme-y-dejarme-de.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/7497744981290525699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/7497744981290525699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/tal-vez-tenga-que-animarme-y-dejarme-de.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SYJP7l5uyYI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6UIieamaOlc/s72-c/P1030580.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-8890049900203846491</id><published>2009-01-27T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:29:23.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SX-0sZ4fkPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4t2RtGbxC5Y/s1600-h/P1030585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296150361766072562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SX-0sZ4fkPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4t2RtGbxC5Y/s320/P1030585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te extraño, pero... ¿por qué te extraño? Me extraña extrañarte en la forma que te extraño como si se me escapara el tiempo cuando no estoy con vos, pienso en vos escribiendo, caminando, meditando y respirando te siento. Entonces los besos me sobran y no sé que hacer con ellos, los abrazos se diluyen en la nada y mis deseos se enardecen de solo imaginarte. Y cierro mis ojos para ver tu rostro, recordar tu sonrisa, escuchar tus palabras y deleitar tus locuras. Pero te sigo extrañando y doy vueltas sin saber que hacer preguntándome si alguien te extraño alguna vez como yo lo hago, y quiero que sepas en este instante que te necesito conmigo por eso de nuevo cierro mis ojos y esos besos que me invaden el alma los envío con todas mis fuerzas hasta sentir que penetran en tu corazón provocándote una gran sonrisa .Y se en este momento que te extraño igual que todo el mundo, pero no me importa porque mis besos viajeros me contaron que vos también me extrañas, entonces comprendo todo y soy feliz recordándote a cada instante porque te deseo por desearme, te espero por esperarme, te admiro por admirarme, te respeto por respetarme obviamente amor en este caso te extraño .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;SOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; te amo y te extraño.&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/6309450699290773519-8890049900203846491?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/8890049900203846491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-extrano-pero.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8890049900203846491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/8890049900203846491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/te-extrano-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SX-0sZ4fkPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/4t2RtGbxC5Y/s72-c/P1030585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6309450699290773519.post-4197527371110397124</id><published>2009-01-23T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T05:56:45.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnMjuwTSaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjOHQOWrsnY/s1600-h/1230857405550_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294487751168838050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnMjuwTSaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjOHQOWrsnY/s320/1230857405550_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holaaaa jajaja soi &lt;strong&gt;Cori&lt;/strong&gt;, mmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como veran soi una chica qe se cree anormal &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Diferente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;soi para darles una idea mas o menos de como me siento como la chica de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"un novio para mi mujer" jajaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hay tantas cosas qe no soporto , tantas cosas qe me irritan , soy rara en casi todos los sentidos , como puede ser qe halla cosas qe me pongan de tal modo qe me vuelvo loca! Un zumbido , fooh me desespero , qe las personas qe amas te desilucionen osea.., qe te pregunten ¿qe te pasa? Juaa no lo tolero , además qe cambia en la vida de extraño , qe cambia si te digo , bien? , o cuando un profesor reta a casi todo el curso y cuando te reta a vs todos se callan y tu apellido suena tan fuerte qe el rojo de tus cachetes se eleva al mismo tono de voz , me molesta , me harta , me irrita , mandar un mensaje de texto cn el ultimo poco de crédito qe tenes y qe nunca llegue la respuesta , soy la peor , pero a veces siento qe compenso todo eso cn otras cosas , también , es tan lindo despertarse a la mañana , no se porqe , pero mi frase es ' el qe madruga dios lo ayuda ' , qe el sol te de en la cara , caminar cn rico olor , escuchar tu música preferida , cruzarte cn gente linda , ver las frutas en el mostrador , &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sonreír&lt;/span&gt; , cepillarme los dientes , encontrar la ropa limpia , llamar por teléfono en llamados cortos y claros , me pone tan cómoda , me pone a hacer 'cuij cuij' , acariciar a patán(perrito mio) y qe mueva la cola mas rápido de lo normal , sacarme buenas notas , cuando tomo agua muy fría en un dìa de calor , me hace mover la cola de felicidad , cuando otra persona qe qiero mucho esta feliz , eso , eso me pone tan pero tan bien , me hace el tripe de feliz a mi , a veces siento qe cuando todos mis afectos están bien , yo soy la qe mas bien sale de ahí , &lt;strong&gt;agradezco tanto esas cosas&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6309450699290773519-4197527371110397124?l=coriyeah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/feeds/4197527371110397124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/holaaaa-jajaja-soi-cori-mmm-como-veran.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/4197527371110397124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6309450699290773519/posts/default/4197527371110397124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coriyeah.blogspot.com/2009/01/holaaaa-jajaja-soi-cori-mmm-como-veran.html' title=''/><author><name>coriyeah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09203494636601888252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnNm9s2r9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/6QEtv5SX2Hw/S220/1226779064243_f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-QorQkXvBhQ/SXnMjuwTSaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rjOHQOWrsnY/s72-c/1230857405550_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
