<?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-9846295</id><updated>2011-11-27T06:22:55.750-08:00</updated><category term='hoy siento que...'/><category term='---'/><title type='text'>Declaraciones de amor....y desamor</title><subtitle type='html'>'Andábamos sin buscarnos pero sabiendo que andábamos para encontrarnos' - Julio Cortazar</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2082222650523842810</id><published>2011-11-06T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T05:51:12.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mecano - Me Cuesta Tanto Olvidarte</title><summary type='text'>

entre el cielo y el suelo hay algo
con tendencia a quedarse calvo
de tanto recordar
y ese algo que soy yo mismo
es un cuadro de bifrontismo
que sólo da una faz


la cara vista es un anuncio de signal
la cara oculta es la resulta
de mi idea genial de echarte
me cuesta tanto olvidarte
me cuenta tanto olvidarte 
me cuesta tanto


olvidar quince mil encantos es
mucha sensatez
y no sé si seré </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2082222650523842810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2082222650523842810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2082222650523842810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2082222650523842810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/11/mecano-me-cuesta-tanto-olvidarte.html' title='Mecano - Me Cuesta Tanto Olvidarte'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6552094648565747032</id><published>2011-09-05T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:30:42.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1997</title><summary type='text'>I must recognize that even after all these years, this movie still fascinates me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6552094648565747032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6552094648565747032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6552094648565747032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6552094648565747032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/1997.html' title='1997'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-158144587198744427</id><published>2011-09-05T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T07:28:29.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Jump, I Jump</title><summary type='text'>One of my favorite love scenes ever from Titanic. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/158144587198744427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=158144587198744427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/158144587198744427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/158144587198744427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-jump-i-jump.html' title='You Jump, I Jump'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6698306464546387569</id><published>2011-09-02T05:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T05:52:20.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiracion...</title><summary type='text'>Hace tiempo que me hace falta la inspiracion y que no se donde encontrarla ni donde empezar a buscarla. A que hora volvera, a que hora llegara a mi?Aun mas importante quien me la devolvera!Quien me la inspirara?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6698306464546387569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6698306464546387569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6698306464546387569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6698306464546387569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/09/inspiracion.html' title='Inspiracion...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1809499897145897224</id><published>2011-06-14T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:56:53.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><summary type='text'>I thought about you a lot several days prior to your departure. It began in the city as I walked it's colorful streets, and crossed its broad avenues. Walking by parks we used to frequent was a sweet reminder of how much we liked eachother. I doubt it was real love,  but even so I couldn't help but imagine you holding my hand and gazing deep into my eyes like you used to. It's kind of funny and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1809499897145897224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1809499897145897224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1809499897145897224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1809499897145897224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/06/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6923606430154769141</id><published>2011-05-16T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T11:56:01.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>encantada...</title><summary type='text'>Si una cancion pudiese describir una emocion, esta seria una. Me enamore de ella desde el principio y ahora la tengo presa en mi mente. Estoy mesmerizada por esta perfecta cancion porque le cae a mi estado de animo, porque satisface mi alma, y describe lo indescriptible.
"Hoy me cego el amor, y asi no mas, lo unico que importaba eramos tu y yo."




</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6923606430154769141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6923606430154769141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6923606430154769141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6923606430154769141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/05/encantada.html' title='encantada...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4328788925454025848</id><published>2011-04-21T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T06:17:47.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Habras de Querer...</title><summary type='text'>Me habras de querer porque el que quiere sabe que el amor no dura para siempre...
me habras de querer porque sabes que te lastimo y mas alla del dolor aun eres capaz de quererme.
me habras de querer porque sabiendo que he cambiado aun me aceptas...
Me habras des querer cuando ya no nos hablemos, mas alla del silencio,  y cuando no exista nada...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4328788925454025848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4328788925454025848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4328788925454025848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4328788925454025848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-habras-de-querer.html' title='Me Habras de Querer...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1415777127124910467</id><published>2011-02-18T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:48:19.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDITH PIAF- sous le ciel de paris</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1415777127124910467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1415777127124910467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1415777127124910467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1415777127124910467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/edith-piaf-sous-le-ciel-de-paris.html' title='EDITH PIAF- sous le ciel de paris'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/2A2GVWRgP9s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2062567501475802732</id><published>2011-02-18T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T03:44:04.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>una cancion</title><summary type='text'>Un recuerdo de cuando solias ser
por causa de
una cancion en particular
no importa la estancia, 
pues con certeza te devuelve a mi.
y aunque hoy seas una persona 
diferente a la de ese retrato en mi memoria
te sigo queriendo
tanto.
aunque hayas cambiado y
a pesar de tanto tiempo...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2062567501475802732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2062567501475802732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2062567501475802732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2062567501475802732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/una-cancion.html' title='una cancion'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3789230003666333365</id><published>2011-02-10T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:45:56.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A MIS TREINTA Y TRES</title><summary type='text'>A mis treinta y tres...

Aun conservo algunos recuerdos que aunque vagos vuelvo a revivir, cada vez que escucho una cancion de amor, o veo una pelicula de aquellos tiempos....
Vamos, sere sincera, yo conoci el amor mas de una vez con diferentes hombres, y cada vez el amor fue diferente y tierno, y en su momento todo lo pudo ser. 

Pese a eso, yo se que el autentico  y unico amor es incomparable e</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3789230003666333365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3789230003666333365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3789230003666333365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3789230003666333365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/02/mis-treinta-y-tres.html' title='A MIS TREINTA Y TRES'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8514431588647558835</id><published>2011-01-22T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T10:56:08.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los fabulosos Cadillacs - Vasos Vacios</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8514431588647558835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8514431588647558835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8514431588647558835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8514431588647558835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2011/01/los-fabulosos-cadillacs-vasos-vacios.html' title='Los fabulosos Cadillacs - Vasos Vacios'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Ugkp5Fczmo4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8547777873390098780</id><published>2010-10-20T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:53:31.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se podra morir de tristeza?</title><summary type='text'>Se podra morir de tristeza? 

-- Esta noche te extranio mucho, y siento que estoy mas lejos de ti, mucho mas lejos que ayer.
Mis ojos me pesan, no quiero dormir, no puedo.
Y por otra parte quiero dormir y soniarte. 

Quizas dentro del suenio podramos solucionar lo que nos pesa. 
y quizas hasta volvamos a estar juntos cuando despierte. 

Hoy me fui con un sabor amargo en la boca
pero aun asi te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8547777873390098780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8547777873390098780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8547777873390098780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8547777873390098780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/se-podra-morir-de-tristeza.html' title='Se podra morir de tristeza?'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7070168399185885216</id><published>2010-10-16T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:20:10.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure....</title><summary type='text'>So we reunited again during one of my travels to Latin America  only  this time we knew that we were caught in  what could potentially lead us  to a riveting affair we waited for twenty-something years or so.  You  looked older, and though in reality you are younger than me,  you had  not aged as well as I, yet those features I liked of you when we  remained, your blond hair, fair skin, tall, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7070168399185885216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7070168399185885216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7070168399185885216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7070168399185885216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/closure.html' title='Closure....'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-924676558896499901</id><published>2010-10-10T06:54:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T06:15:53.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I... till the end of the world.</title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've met you boy, and part of me thinks  I've  forgotten about you  and yet part of me knows that I don't. But  last night, you chose to manifest yourself and creep out of my  subconscious right into my dreams. For the record, we didn't hold a  serious relationship, we drifted together one summer night on the bus  ride to Acapulco... and fell in love in a series of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/924676558896499901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=924676558896499901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/924676558896499901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/924676558896499901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/10/you-and-i-till-end-of-world.html' title='You and I... till the end of the world.'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6024962964378332921</id><published>2010-09-04T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T18:52:51.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A ver si te olvidas...</title><summary type='text'>A ver si te olvidas de mi... 

y mientras te das cuenta que te hago falta en tu intento....

ya no me interesara si vuelves o no pues te quedaste en un retrato

en otros tiempos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6024962964378332921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6024962964378332921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6024962964378332921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6024962964378332921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/09/ver-so-te-olvidas.html' title='A ver si te olvidas...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/TIJGrE9-a6I/AAAAAAAAADA/B7i0Z2c7Cy0/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6651505794539304292</id><published>2010-07-10T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T05:18:12.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preguntas</title><summary type='text'>A ti, 
Que te hace perder el sueño?  En quien piensas cuando te sientes triste? A que le tienes miedo?Que te hace sonreir, saltar, reir, en resumen ser feliz?
Que te gustaria aprender? conocer? Crees que te volverias a enamorar? 
Si te concediera solo un deseo que desearias?
En quien sueñas, y piensas recurridamente? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6651505794539304292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6651505794539304292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6651505794539304292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6651505794539304292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/07/preguntas.html' title='Preguntas'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2841751909145015880</id><published>2010-06-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:09:08.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No eres</title><summary type='text'>No eres la clase de persona que quiero en mi vida. Lo debi saber desde un principio, cuando me diste las primeras señas de tu forma de amar.
No debes llamarte hombre, debes llamarte animal. 
porque no me supiste amar, mientras yo si te supe querer. 
Fueron muchas veces las que te perdone,y que no quise ver tus mentiras, 
mientras que yo sola me traicionaba perdiendo mi tiempo contigo.
Por esto y </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2841751909145015880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2841751909145015880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2841751909145015880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2841751909145015880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/no-eres.html' title='No eres'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4725006207612487062</id><published>2010-06-05T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T20:25:26.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye</title><summary type='text'>A little bit of drama never hurt anybody,
But when you left, yes, it hurt a little.
but in the end it's only just
that you chose to say good-bye first. 
Truth said, I'd lost you a long time ago. 
and I was used to it that way,
but now it truly feels like the end of the road. 
And so as you venture out there to a world without me, 
I know I can finally say good-bye too.
Have a great life, you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4725006207612487062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4725006207612487062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4725006207612487062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4725006207612487062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-bye.html' title='Good Bye'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5967839868283260744</id><published>2010-05-19T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T14:24:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>empiezo a creer...</title><summary type='text'>Empiezo a creer que ya no te quiero 
y como lo se? 
es muy simple...
Porque en mis deseos quiero 
que seas muy feliz y
mucho mas de la cuenta. 
No me dueles,
Ni me siento presa de tu 
bonito recuerdo. 
Porque cuando quiera, 
podre visitarte en mi
nostalgia y revivir
los recuerdos de mi niñez
Que hoy son tan fugaces
como los sueños.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5967839868283260744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5967839868283260744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5967839868283260744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5967839868283260744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/05/empiezo-creer.html' title='empiezo a creer...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1760076940481229652</id><published>2010-05-15T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T19:05:52.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y despues...</title><summary type='text'>Un dia moriran las personas que mas quiero y amo. 
No quisiera pensar en esa realidad, sin embargo
es una verdad inegable. 
Yo no quisiera temerle a la muerte, 
y que pasa si no hay nada, ni nadie esperandome mas alla de la muerte?
y si todo se acaba en ese momento que cierre mis ojos,
no habra un despues, ni importara el pasado...
porque amar? sentir? existir? si nada en vida
importara despues </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1760076940481229652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1760076940481229652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1760076940481229652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1760076940481229652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/05/y-despues.html' title='y despues...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1427228174460997585</id><published>2010-05-06T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:20:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying</title><summary type='text'>Dying is giving up your worldly possessions and starting from scratch.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1427228174460997585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1427228174460997585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1427228174460997585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1427228174460997585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/05/dying.html' title='Dying'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5896209875993841255</id><published>2010-04-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:31:57.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por siempre en mis suenios</title><summary type='text'>poco a poco muero todos los dias
y parte de mi se olvida
de lo poco que me queda de mis suenos infantiles.
Hace mucho tiempo, recuerdo cuando
podia escribirte, y tu me contestabas..
sabia mientras leia tus cartas cuidadosamente
que me dabas buenos consejos
y sabia entonces como lo se ahora porque lo hacias
y espero que supieras que te amaba doble, y dos veces mas intensamente que tu a mi.

En el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5896209875993841255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5896209875993841255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5896209875993841255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5896209875993841255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/poco-poco-muero-todos-los-dias-y-parte.html' title='por siempre en mis suenios'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7341395296926851800</id><published>2010-04-05T19:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:21:28.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forever in my dreams</title><summary type='text'>little by little I die, every day...
and part of me forgets
what I have left of my childhood dreams.
A long time ago, I remember when
I could write to you and you would write me back.
I knew as I read your letters carefully that you gave me great advice
I knew then as I know now why you did
and hope you knew that I loved you twice as much, and twice as hard
as you me.
Deep inside, I still know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7341395296926851800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7341395296926851800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7341395296926851800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7341395296926851800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2010/04/forever-in-my-dreams.html' title='forever in my dreams'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2442947919446512773</id><published>2009-12-23T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:59:26.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>y si me muero</title><summary type='text'>Y si me muero, se muere conmmigo el mundoy la gente que quierodejare de querer. Se acabara el cuento de mi vidaproducira mi ausencia lagrimas en los ojos de los que me quieren, los que me extrañanpero no dependera de miporque ya habre muertoy en mi moriratodo sentimientoy nada me dolera. y no es por nada que digoque siempre se quedan mas tristes los que se quedan atrasque los que se van. Ojala </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2442947919446512773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2442947919446512773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2442947919446512773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2442947919446512773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2009/12/y-si-me-muero.html' title='y si me muero'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-117079484979600498</id><published>2009-11-28T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T07:31:51.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un dia de melancolia...</title><summary type='text'>Entendi que te conoci poco antes de quererte... por lo que mi suertesera sufrir porque al perderte te llevaste la esencia de lo que me hace sentir.Aprendi a sususrrar tu nombre entre dormida y despierta, a reunirme contigoen suenios.... y reconocer que en ellos tampoco estas destinado para mi.Asi aprendi a no extraniarte tanto, a no buscarte tanto, encontre en tu lugar, otros vicios, pero ninguno</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/117079484979600498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=117079484979600498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/117079484979600498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/117079484979600498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2009/11/un-dia-de-melancolia.html' title='un dia de melancolia...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3261321214018495414</id><published>2009-05-23T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T21:17:55.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><summary type='text'>Amor, nos hemos olvidado de lo importante:que el amor nos unio, y es por falta de el que hoy me sientoa mil anios luz de ti.Que paso?El viaje hacia el desencanto supero nuestro amory el recuerdo es lo unico que quedade nuestro amor, Amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3261321214018495414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3261321214018495414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3261321214018495414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3261321214018495414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2009/05/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5844036717918514850</id><published>2009-02-07T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T17:58:01.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la fragilidad</title><summary type='text'>la fragilidad de un sueño que se rompe al despertarse me revela a un mal entendido desafortunado...a un engaño de la viday las sombras que se acostumbraron a acompañarme en tu ausencia me enseñaron a vivir tranquila con mi soledady aunque me acobije cuando ya no hace frioy me acaricie antes de dormirtu sigues siendo irremplazable... indestructible... para mipor eso sigues siendo mi deseo al </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5844036717918514850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5844036717918514850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5844036717918514850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5844036717918514850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-fragilidad.html' title='la fragilidad'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7332560955318578274</id><published>2009-01-10T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T18:56:48.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indestructible</title><summary type='text'> Aunque ya no te quiera tu recuerdo es indestructible.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7332560955318578274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7332560955318578274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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love .... me....i would not believe you.because you can't love what you don't know and you really don't know me....you just think you're in love, because in some way i remind you of your potential...i wonder how long it will be before you realize that it's an illusion....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1264399061126739701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1264399061126739701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1264399061126739701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1264399061126739701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken.html' title='broken'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-490463688038651025</id><published>2008-12-12T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:56:16.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby!</title><summary type='text'>Oh Baby! Eres una fantasia que comenzo en un sueño, y una ilusion que persigo ciegamente...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/490463688038651025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=490463688038651025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/490463688038651025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/490463688038651025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby!'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3934355067981526465</id><published>2008-12-12T18:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T18:51:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>effectos especiales</title><summary type='text'>te quiero hoy menos que ayery aunque te extrañey te sueñe continuamente seque no podriamos sentir lo quesentimos cuando nos dejamos enamorar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3934355067981526465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3934355067981526465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3934355067981526465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3934355067981526465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/12/effectos-especiales.html' title='effectos especiales'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7275477006622501213</id><published>2008-11-06T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T20:09:30.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my misfortune...and you</title><summary type='text'>limitless, endless, infinite and undefined....I thought you and I were meant to bewe neglected it didn't we? Love.It's non-existance in us makes us non believers.I lost bits and parts of me since you....What's been lost is meaningless now...it's goneand won't come back, no matter how long we hold on to what's left.I'm to blame for my misfortune...and you,you're a casualty of my mistakes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7275477006622501213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7275477006622501213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7275477006622501213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7275477006622501213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-misfortuneand-you.html' title='my misfortune...and you'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1118363019817959942</id><published>2008-10-07T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:55:03.662-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sueño</title><summary type='text'>en mis sueños casi te olvido, y es que aun olvidandote sueño contigo.Sueño en que no estas y que sigues ausente en ellos,y es que cuando no te veo lo resiento mucho y quisiera soñarte...y estar contigo, y quererte tanto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1118363019817959942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1118363019817959942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1118363019817959942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1118363019817959942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/sueo.html' title='sueño'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1016494340677720776</id><published>2008-10-03T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:28:01.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resucitar....</title><summary type='text'>cada noche lloraba por algo que me hacias, yo era muy sensible...y cada noche sufria por ti...y te perdonaba aunque callaras una disculpaporque no creia que alguien que decia amarmefuese capaz de romperme el corazonpor eso cada noche que lloraba no lo pensaba dos veces, ya te perdonaba.aunque siempre me dolia irremediable mi melancoliale gustabasufrir solo por ti...yo  era fuerte pronto me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1016494340677720776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1016494340677720776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1016494340677720776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1016494340677720776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/10/resucitar.html' title='Resucitar....'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3185184149764168191</id><published>2008-09-24T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T17:13:54.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca te olvidare.</title><summary type='text'>Es cierto...ya no te quiero, es mas, ya no me dueles cuando te recuerdo. Y siendo asi, esa promesa que te hize no me ha permitido olvidarte.Como te lo prometi, (cuando te ame) 'Nunca te olvidare'.  ----Y estas palabras no se las llevo el viento. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3185184149764168191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3185184149764168191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3185184149764168191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3185184149764168191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/09/nunca-te-olvidare.html' title='Nunca te olvidare.'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3382378362784128090</id><published>2008-09-06T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:31:34.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quizas...</title><summary type='text'>quizas lo que te quiero decir es que el tiempo se acabo y que ya di vuelta a ultima pagina de nuestra historia.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3382378362784128090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3382378362784128090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3382378362784128090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3382378362784128090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/09/quizas.html' title='quizas...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6610334631897292180</id><published>2008-08-12T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:43:31.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>por...</title><summary type='text'>por algunas desgracias estoy triste. por otras reniego de mi existencia.pero por hoy me resigno a perder lo que nunca fue mio,y esperar el momento en que te olvide. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6610334631897292180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6610334631897292180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6610334631897292180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6610334631897292180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/por.html' title='por...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5041734674098108990</id><published>2008-08-12T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:47:01.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eres...</title><summary type='text'>tu eres : hace mucho tiempoy si pienso en ti.  se que ya no te amo, pero si que te quise mucho. habras probado el sabor de otros labioshabras aprendido una forma nueva de amarte habras olvidado tambien te miy tal vez piensas hoy igual que yo.Y quiero que ojala seas feliz.con alguien que quiera mil veces mas que yo te quise a ti.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5041734674098108990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5041734674098108990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5041734674098108990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5041734674098108990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/eres.html' title='eres...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4827653700847745966</id><published>2008-08-05T17:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T17:39:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy siento que...</title><summary type='text'>traigo un vacio en el pecho que me pesa. y lo peor es que solo tu puedes llenar este vacio.tengo muchas personas en mi mente, y a ninguna deseo lastimar, pero tenia que decirtelo. te quiero, y se que me supiste comprender. todo esta bien, lo hablamos, y me dolio tener que haberte dicho lo que varios dias postergue. no eres criminal. te perdono. si tu  me perdonas a mi.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4827653700847745966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4827653700847745966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4827653700847745966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4827653700847745966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/08/hoy-siento-que.html' title='hoy siento que...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8557771113156676790</id><published>2008-07-26T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:57:49.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedia</title><summary type='text'>la tragedia no es haber muerto....                      la tragedia es no haber vivido. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8557771113156676790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8557771113156676790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8557771113156676790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8557771113156676790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/tragedia.html' title='tragedia'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5283097809475896354</id><published>2008-07-19T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T16:27:11.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>es terrible...</title><summary type='text'>es terrible este espectaculo depertenecerte y tu no saberlo. regreso, pero deje en aquel lugar enterrada mi esperanza. y no niego que te extraño, pero me pareces tan vago como un recuerdo de la infancia que apenas imagino.Es mejor asi porque asi me duele menos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5283097809475896354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5283097809475896354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5283097809475896354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5283097809475896354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/07/es-terrible.html' title='es terrible...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6821643382892439308</id><published>2008-06-25T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:12:44.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>con una mirada</title><summary type='text'>ya no nos miramos a los ojos cuando nos hablamos, pero cuando discutimos nuestra mirada es la primera en expresar el disgusto.  pero hoy sucedio algo diferente,  atrape tus ojos en mis ojos y les dije en segundos algunas cosas que tu no comprendiste pero que tus ojos reconocieron a la perfeccion ...todo esto con solo una mirada... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6821643382892439308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6821643382892439308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6821643382892439308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6821643382892439308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/con-una-mirada.html' title='con una mirada'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4344669380910337150</id><published>2008-06-25T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:41:10.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>misterio</title><summary type='text'>el misterio que ocultas en tus ojos no es nada mas que mi imaginacion. yo no se si te quiero o si te añoro o si soy presa de un embrujo que me atara a para siempre. (O tal vez eres el la mania que lejos de ser un buen habito se ha vuelto en una obsesion. ) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4344669380910337150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4344669380910337150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4344669380910337150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4344669380910337150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/misterio.html' title='misterio'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1327800112772029033</id><published>2008-06-18T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:32:47.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo que fuiste</title><summary type='text'>no fuiste mi principio ni mi fin. Fuiste mi intermedio. Prometiste amarme toda la vida, y aun creo que si nos vieramos recordarias ese juramento sincero y sabras amarme como entonces. Pero no te espero ver jamas, y no es porque no podamos, es porque no queremos.Sabiendo esto, solo te pienso, y aunque lo dude, yo creo que aunque pasen los años ninguno de los dos ha conseguido olvidar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1327800112772029033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1327800112772029033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1327800112772029033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1327800112772029033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-que-fuiste.html' title='lo que fuiste'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2335327183429864489</id><published>2008-05-24T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:21:44.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>detalles</title><summary type='text'>Aun cuando ya no me quieras, surgiran detalles que recuerdes de mi que te favoreceran a la hora de conquistar a otra mujer. Y en contra de tu voluntad estare en ti, porque aunque ya no me quieras se que algo de mi se quedo contigo. ---Pero: si te agrada que hayan muchas cosas mias en tus entrañas y te sientes feliz de haberme conocido, tal vez ya nunca me puedas olvidar. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2335327183429864489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2335327183429864489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2335327183429864489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2335327183429864489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/detalles.html' title='detalles'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3116211775623817294</id><published>2008-05-17T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T16:01:40.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no tengo nada</title><summary type='text'>no tengo nada para darte.solo tengo ideas que rondan en mi cabeza, y no me dejan ver las cosas claramente.es mentira que ya no te quiero. aun existen sentimientos hacia ti. pero no te los declarare, porque ya de nada sirve... seria como sacarle punta a un lapiz que llego hasta el borrador, y asi no hay mas remedio que borrar, y seguir olvidando.</summary><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6561267888197386518</id><published>2008-05-03T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:57:35.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoy siento que...'/><title type='text'>Hoy siento que...</title><summary type='text'>el desamor es aterrador. no es intencional, pero sucede cuando el amor se empieza a dormir...no morir.te ame. entiendo que hubo un momento en que te ame . pero eso era cuando aun me faltaba mucho de ti por conocer. cuando lo que conocia de ti no me sonaba a mentira.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6561267888197386518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6561267888197386518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6561267888197386518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6561267888197386518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/05/hoy-siento-que.html' title='Hoy siento que...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-689030337258736894</id><published>2008-04-18T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T18:20:45.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tryin'</title><summary type='text'>I'm trying so hard not to think of you.but I'm not trying hard enoughbecause what I really want to dois think of you always.love you alwaysbreathe you inkeep you in me forever.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/689030337258736894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=689030337258736894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/689030337258736894'/><link 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I want time to stop counting. I want it to forget about ticking.I want to stay in your eyesso you can imprint me in them forever. Today I gazed deeply in them,I saw the stuff you badly try to hide.I can feel how much you care about me. After all you say you have emotions. I want to be one  of your many emotions. I want to be that memory that makes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8914963370777673556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8914963370777673556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8914963370777673556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8914963370777673556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-time.html' title='I want time...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-869303036021935923</id><published>2008-04-09T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:54:31.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream that came true</title><summary type='text'>I had a restless night. I tossed and turned. Each time I woke up I thought about you and fell asleep fast so I could forget you. But even in my dreams you showed up. I'm thinking about you even as I sleep. It's not torture, it's not a nightmare, It's only you, because you'll always be my only dream that came true. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/869303036021935923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=869303036021935923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/869303036021935923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/869303036021935923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-dream-that-came-true.html' title='my dream that came true'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7058162084720241735</id><published>2008-04-04T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T18:26:17.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='---'/><title type='text'>separados</title><summary type='text'>Amarte sin vivir ya no es posible.El gesto que haces cuando me miras y no me quieresdestruye mi cielo.  Hacia donde nos dirigimos separados? (---- como dos satelites que gravitan hacia polos opuestos destinados a nunca coexistir?) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7058162084720241735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7058162084720241735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7058162084720241735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7058162084720241735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/04/separados.html' title='separados'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8099693488635537167</id><published>2008-03-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T16:57:13.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me olvide de ti...</title><summary type='text'>Me olvide de tino lo niego,ya no pienso en ti como solia hacer todos los dias. Ahora no pienso en ti, no pienso ni adoro a nadie, y creo que ya me olvide de aquello que llamamos 'amor'.El amor es una ilusion que empieza a morir el momento que es declarado.El amor esta en decadencia, y no me aferro a este sentimiento, porque no me pertenece. Dejaste de ser mio el momento que nos amamos.Pues el </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8099693488635537167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8099693488635537167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8099693488635537167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8099693488635537167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-olvide-de-ti.html' title='Me olvide de ti...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3893920645776803511</id><published>2008-02-19T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:12:55.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why</title><summary type='text'>why i see you when i close my eyes is beyond reason. what i know is that your smile makes me happy, and how i can see it all in your eyes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3893920645776803511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3893920645776803511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3893920645776803511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3893920645776803511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-i-want_19.html' title='why'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-350718869968027988</id><published>2008-02-19T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T18:07:02.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I want</title><summary type='text'>All I want, all I need today happens to be you only you. everynight I dream of you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/350718869968027988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=350718869968027988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/350718869968027988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/350718869968027988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-i-want.html' title='all I want'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2416479324120700568</id><published>2007-09-29T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T14:27:01.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>como se que te gusto</title><summary type='text'>como se que te gusto:cada que me ves, se te ilumina la mirada y me sonries. te pones colorado y cuando me hablas me cuentas chistesy me recuerdas que tendre muchos pretendientes y que eres otro mas que se suma a la lista.se que solo juegasy me gusta. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2416479324120700568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2416479324120700568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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tener tu mirada grabada en mi recuerdo.me contento con ese roze de nuestros brazos al caminar.me contento con tu conversacion, tu sonrisa,si, yo sola me contento al recordarte cuando ya no estas.aunque no seamos amantesaunque no nos pertenezcamosaunque no exista la posibilidad de tenernos.me contento con esos minutos que en que nos acercamos, y hablamos de todo y nada. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5839919972932334559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5839919972932334559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5839919972932334559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5839919972932334559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/en-todo-y-nada.html' title='en todo y nada'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5277822571944613550</id><published>2007-08-14T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:43:48.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me gustas</title><summary type='text'>Lo que mas me gusta de ti, lo encuentro en tus ojos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5277822571944613550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5277822571944613550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5277822571944613550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5277822571944613550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-gustas.html' title='me gustas'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5041899826796081220</id><published>2007-08-11T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T18:27:43.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>no digas</title><summary type='text'>no digas cosas falsas, mentiras piadosas, promesas imposibles, ni sembres en mi la falsa esperanza de verte antes de que se ahogue mi corazon en medio de un oceano bajo la noche estrellada que ves desde tu ventana. amame si me amaras, ahora, en este minuto que te llamo en sueños, antes de que despiertes y me olvides. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5041899826796081220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5041899826796081220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5041899826796081220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5041899826796081220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-digas.html' title='no digas'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3759642923007877531</id><published>2007-07-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:24:24.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me quede</title><summary type='text'>Me quede en tu ausencia y en el silencio de la soledad comprendí mi tristeza. Permanezco en un perpetuo estado de melancolía, deseo anestesiarme contra este dolor que se retuerce en mi cabeza, por saberme viva sin tu calor.Tome un viaje en carro. El ruido del motor me traslado a un paseo que tomamos hace tanto que parece mentira que aun me acuerdo. Cierro mis ojos y veo tu rostro, tu boca, y en </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3759642923007877531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3759642923007877531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3759642923007877531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3759642923007877531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-quede.html' title='me quede'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5929324745904441751</id><published>2007-07-06T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:26:31.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lo pense</title><summary type='text'>Lo pensé mas de una vez. Ilumine las ideas para recordarlas, y me dije 'tu eres pensamiento' . Porque últimamente, tu nombre y tu esencia dejo una impresión inolvidable en mi mente. Tu eres sinónimo de pensamiento. Y creo que así será por mucho tiempo, tal vez hasta que logre olvidar el porque de este sentimiento. No puedo nombrarlo, pero este motivo te convirtió en el objeto de mi devoción. No </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5929324745904441751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5929324745904441751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5929324745904441751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5929324745904441751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/lo-pens-mas-de-una-vez.html' title='lo pense'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8843912902120598437</id><published>2007-07-04T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T18:50:57.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para mi Hijito</title><summary type='text'>Si estoy triste, recuerdo este lindo corazon que me dibujaste en una hojita de papel. Sabes, tu corazoncito me hace feliz. Soy feliz que seas para mi mi super heroe, mi bello niño, el unico que me devuelve la sonrisa a los labios cuando estoy triste. Y si me ves llorar corazon de mi vida, no es porque estoy triste mi amor, es porque me siento tan dichosa de pertenecerle a tu corazon, de que seas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8843912902120598437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8843912902120598437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8843912902120598437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8843912902120598437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/07/para-mi-hijito.html' title='Para mi Hijito'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8851636934709569546</id><published>2007-06-22T17:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:26:42.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>se</title><summary type='text'>. se que hoy no cuentas conmigo. que no soy mas que un punto del ultimo capitulo que viviste. y se tambien que sientes algo,aunque no lo sepas ni demuestres.o son ideas mias? y en realidad no piensas ni sientes nada por mi?mientras que paso los dias haciendome preguntas absurdas sobre ti. no hay nada mas triste para mi sentir que no piensas en mi. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8851636934709569546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8851636934709569546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8851636934709569546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8851636934709569546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/se.html' title='se'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2723255131684127526</id><published>2007-06-22T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T17:20:29.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quisiera...</title><summary type='text'>Quisiera olvidarme de esas cosas inolvidables. liberarme de los recuerdos agridulces.hacer de cuenta que nada bueno ni malo sucedio. Y asi vivir cada dia intensamente, como si fuera el unico y ultimo dia de mi vida. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2723255131684127526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2723255131684127526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2723255131684127526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2723255131684127526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/quisiera.html' title='quisiera...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2411294882111539649</id><published>2007-06-20T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T18:59:56.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OLVIDARTE</title><summary type='text'>te tengo que olvidarpero no se como ni si quiera quiero olvidarteporque siempre fallo. nunca puedo, lo he intentado. pero regresasde una u otra formasiempre vuelves a ocupar un sitio en mis pensamientos.quien podria quitarme esta impresion que dejaste en mi?quien podria curarme de ti?quien podria imunizarme contra ti?estoy loca? loca por ti? loca de amor?no podria ser amor, si apenas te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2411294882111539649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2411294882111539649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2411294882111539649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2411294882111539649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/olvidarte.html' title='OLVIDARTE'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-1234005228885889488</id><published>2007-06-19T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T18:10:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando pienso en ti</title><summary type='text'>cuando pienso en ti.te quiero solo para miaunque sea en ese breve momento que te piense.ser tuya y tu de miy quiero que pienses en mi y que me sueñes en noches calurosas y humedas.y que despiertes sintiendome cerca,y que me quieras tanto y que me extrañes cuando hayas pasado varios dias sin saber de mi.me sentiria feliz, si esto te sucediera tambien cuando piensas en mi. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/1234005228885889488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=1234005228885889488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1234005228885889488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/1234005228885889488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/cuando-pienso-en-ti.html' title='cuando pienso en ti'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4652788490225333340</id><published>2007-06-12T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:52:59.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nos tenemos</title><summary type='text'>Asi nos tenemosmientras durmamosy queramos ver las estrellasalineadas para los dos.Amanece y ni sabemos si anochefue un sueño o un deseo desatinado-no destinado0da vueltas mi cabeza, soy libre!me siento espectacular y te escucho.me encuentro , luego te pierdoNo estas, ya mas, en mi cabeza.De ti, y tu de miNos tenemos cuando queramosEstoy tranquila y me apetecedormir esta noche desnudajunto a ti, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4652788490225333340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4652788490225333340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4652788490225333340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4652788490225333340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/06/nos-tenemos.html' title='nos tenemos'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-6910487136211183061</id><published>2007-05-30T18:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T18:48:49.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiero borrarte</title><summary type='text'>quiero borrarte de mis memorias. Prefiero olvidarte, hacer que nunca exististe, y que no me conociste. Asi no me iria a dormir pensandote, imaginandote, te lo juro que no lo comprendo. analizarlo tampoco puedo, ni quiero. Prefiero hacer de cuenta que no me importas, ni interesas. Pero como convencerme de ello cuando te pienso tanto? no tengo motivos, ni me los das. Me pregunto porque? y no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/6910487136211183061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=6910487136211183061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6910487136211183061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/6910487136211183061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/quiero-borrarte.html' title='quiero borrarte'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-3086249998572276206</id><published>2007-05-08T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:40:44.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>el momento para olvidar</title><summary type='text'>cierro los ojos para concentrarme mejor y recordar lo que me dijiste. me dieron ganas de verte. no se si donde estes te sientas a pensar en mi. me gustaria que si, pero en verdad no lo se. no soy nadie para ocupar tus pensamientos, teniendo tantos asuntos, y persoas a tu alrededor que ocupan tu tiempo y espacio.ha llegado el momento de olvidar. lo que no puede ser. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/3086249998572276206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=3086249998572276206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3086249998572276206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/3086249998572276206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/el-momento-para-olvidar.html' title='el momento para olvidar'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2726621396244823032</id><published>2007-05-05T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T16:06:58.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuanto es demasiado?</title><summary type='text'>pense tanto en ti toda la noche, que ni pude dormir ni soñarte. he pensado en ti que ni atencion presto a  los demas. pienso tanto en ti que me olvide comer. y ni hambre meda. dime como hago para para de pensar en ti?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2726621396244823032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2726621396244823032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2726621396244823032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2726621396244823032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/05/cuanto-es-demasiado.html' title='cuanto es demasiado?'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2095788839368301810</id><published>2007-02-13T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:56:21.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un momento largo...</title><summary type='text'>Un Momento Largo...La esperanza de encontrarnos se evaporo en una nube que nublo mis sentidos. el no hayarte me marco la pauta para un dia de perros.Te espere hasta el ultimo minuto, pero no llegaste a la hora cierta, y aunque hubieses llegado un minuto tarde no podria regresar por ti.Te tocaria a ti sufrir, hacerte mil y un preguntas sin encontrar una respueseta satisfactoria.Te tocaria quedarte</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2095788839368301810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2095788839368301810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2095788839368301810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2095788839368301810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/un-momento-largo.html' title='un momento largo...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-7934215099382736748</id><published>2007-02-13T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:46:26.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me sucedes</title><summary type='text'>Para quien no recuerda y decide tambien olvidar...Me sucedes en el espacio del tiempo, en silencio, en noches enteras mientras duermo, en un sueño que olvido al despertar.Me sucedes mientras te olvido, durante la madrugada entre sabanas frias, siempre en un encuentro imaginario que repito una y otra vez rumbo a mi destino.me sucedes aun sabiendo que no te necesito para sobrevivir ni para ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/7934215099382736748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=7934215099382736748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7934215099382736748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/7934215099382736748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-sucedes.html' title='me sucedes'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-8786597113191512518</id><published>2006-12-30T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T17:47:23.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fue</title><summary type='text'>Fue una locura quererte, fue una locura. fue un sueño tenerte, un sueñofue mi suerte conocerte... mi suerte...me pregunto que hicimos para terminar asi. en lo mas profundo de un recuerdo distante, casi olvidado y nulo por la infinidad de eventos que nos alcanzaron al huir.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/8786597113191512518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=8786597113191512518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8786597113191512518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/8786597113191512518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/fue.html' title='fue'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-4251877331799010755</id><published>2006-12-15T14:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T14:36:44.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>te quiero besar, pero no me atrevo ni si quiera a mirar tus labios.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/4251877331799010755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=4251877331799010755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4251877331799010755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/4251877331799010755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/12/te-quiero-besar-pero-no-me-atrevo-ni-si.html' title=''/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-5929581377121723747</id><published>2006-10-07T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:42:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>te descubro</title><summary type='text'>Te descubro... y me imagino siendo tu deseo oculto, pero no...ni si quiera suspiras por mi,y si no te busco con la mirada, ni si quiera sabes que estoy ahi.Te quiero...pero no te conozco, no te quiero, te deseo... y el que seas inatenible me mantiene pendiente de ti...algun dia te fijaras en mi?No haces nada por mi, pero me provocas este pensamiento, es que no sabes ni queras saber. estoy aqui en</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/5929581377121723747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=5929581377121723747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5929581377121723747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/5929581377121723747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/te-descubro.html' title='te descubro'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-2360079697983593240</id><published>2006-10-04T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:15:22.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sin extrañarte</title><summary type='text'>te busco, no te encuentro.estoy sin extrañarteporque te pienso muchoy andas conmigohasta en sueños.donde estas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/2360079697983593240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=2360079697983593240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2360079697983593240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/2360079697983593240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/10/sin-extraarte.html' title='sin extrañarte'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115728029217447013</id><published>2006-09-03T03:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T03:44:52.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Yaravi que me gusta...</title><summary type='text'>Sin ver tus ojosmandas que vivami pecho triste;pero no vertey tener vidaes imposible.Las largas horasque sin ti pasoson insufribles,vivo violentonada me gusta,todo me aflige.El sol me envíapara alegrarmeluz apacible;mas si no traetu imagen bella¿de qué me sirve?En mi retiroaguardo sólohasta que vistede negro luto,el orbe enterola noche horrible.Mientras los astrosvan silenciososal mar hundirse,ya</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115728029217447013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115728029217447013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115728029217447013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115728029217447013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/09/1-yaravi-que-me-gusta.html' title='1 Yaravi que me gusta...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115124377000963233</id><published>2006-06-25T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T07:01:09.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Locura eres Tu</title><summary type='text'>Se que bien lo sabes,y que no hace falta que te lo recuerde. Pero nunca es un mal momentopara decirte lo que siento.Te Amo.Eres mi Locura,Mi inspiracion,El motivo que me inspira cuando debilLa razon que me impulsa a continuarCuando los momentos son dificil,cuando siento que voy a tirar la toalla.Aparecen tus ojitos y tu carita en mi camino.Y siento que siendo asi, no fallare.Porque estaras </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115124377000963233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115124377000963233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115124377000963233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115124377000963233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/mi-locura-eres-tu.html' title='Mi Locura eres Tu'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115042278750138315</id><published>2006-06-15T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T05:54:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>deseos</title><summary type='text'>te sume a mi lista de deseos, porque el cariño me sobra para ti.cumpliria mis sueños contigo.Pero la vida te arrebata de mi camino.desapareceras para mi, y nunca sere de ti.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115042278750138315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115042278750138315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115042278750138315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115042278750138315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/deseos.html' title='deseos'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115024743290953291</id><published>2006-06-13T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:53:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA EL RESTO DE MI VIDA</title><summary type='text'>NO ESTOY TRISTE, ME CONFORMO CON LO POCO QUE TE CONOCI, CON LO POCO QUE SE DE TI... ME BASTA PARA RECORDARTE TODA LA VIDA. NO TUVISTE QUE HACER NADA EN ESPECIAL, SINCERAMENTE NO DESEO QUE LAS CIRCUMSTANCIAS FUERAN DE OTRO MODO, PUES DESDE UN PRINCIPIO NO ESTUBIMOS DESTINADOS... COMO DIJISTE...'NO CREO QUE PENSAR ASI ESTA HECHO PARA MI'.RECONOZCO QUE NUESTROS CAMINOS JAMAS VOLVERAN A CRUZAR, SOÑAR</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115024743290953291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115024743290953291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115024743290953291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115024743290953291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-el-resto-de-mi-vida.html' title='PARA EL RESTO DE MI VIDA'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115024632408216917</id><published>2006-06-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T15:55:25.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>que te vas</title><summary type='text'>Dicen que te vas, y no sabes cuantas ganas tengo de decirte que te quedes. Pero mis palabras serian inutiles, no te retendrian cerca de mi. Por esto callo, me aguanto el deseo de decirte que te quedes solo por mi. Me quedare con las ganas de invitarte a tomar . De enigmatizarte con mis ojos, de tocarte con mis manos jugetonas y de susurrarte al oido palabras dulces sin sentido. Si solo te fijaras</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115024632408216917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115024632408216917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115024632408216917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115024632408216917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/que-te-vas.html' title='que te vas'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-115003274617653248</id><published>2006-06-11T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T06:32:26.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>para ti</title><summary type='text'>Te regalo una Rosa:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/115003274617653248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=115003274617653248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115003274617653248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/115003274617653248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/para-ti.html' title='para ti'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-114929932733726818</id><published>2006-06-02T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:48:47.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>irreversible</title><summary type='text'>las cosas que no he podido olvidar se quedan aqui, contigo para que las veas cuando te quieras acordar de mi.  existo y he tratado de mil maneras anularte de estos recuerdos, pero en vano han sido mis intentos ya que eres participe de casi cada aspecto de mi vida latente. Y no te pienso todos los dias, ni a cada minuto, pero si te pienso cuando un detalle, un gesto, aroma o cancion me provocan tu</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114929932733726818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=114929932733726818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114929932733726818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114929932733726818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/06/irreversible.html' title='irreversible'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-114480567911345827</id><published>2006-04-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:34:39.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mirame</title><summary type='text'>mirameme miras y pienso que tal vez sea algo especial para ti.no se que mirada me estes dando,tampoco te conozco bien,pero siento que me tratas de decifrar.asi me miras,como asombradomaravillado.o solo es mi imaginacion?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114480567911345827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=114480567911345827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114480567911345827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114480567911345827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/04/mirame.html' title='mirame'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-114480544955487672</id><published>2006-04-11T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:30:49.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some things never change</title><summary type='text'>something stirs up in me when i think of you, or even see your picture. can't imagine a life with you,and I couldn't even imagine it without you. Because you became part of it the day i met you.moments like that are hard to forget.you did something to me for which i think I'll always remember even though time has changed usand so many people have touched us,something stirs up in me when think of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114480544955487672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=114480544955487672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114480544955487672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114480544955487672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-things-never-change.html' title='some things never change'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-114083516215923552</id><published>2006-02-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:39:22.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quisiera</title><summary type='text'>no quisiera saber los minutos ni las horassolo quiero llegar a tiy tener lo plena fe en que el tiempo nosconcedera un momento, aunque no sea eterno.quisiera aventarme en un sueñovolar, flotar, y pensarte solo a tien esos segundos antes de despertar.quisiera seguridad en lo que sientes por mi,aunque solo me hayas querido una semana,un dia, una hora o toda tu vida.quisiera volver a desvestirte con </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/114083516215923552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=114083516215923552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114083516215923552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/114083516215923552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/02/quisiera.html' title='quisiera'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113953634342064103</id><published>2006-02-09T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:52:23.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu banco</title><summary type='text'>en mi tienes un banco de amorde besos y de ternura.cuando te sientas tristedesolado desanimado.Ven a mi bancopues ahi hayarasamor puroy eso vale mas que el oro.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113953634342064103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113953634342064103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953634342064103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953634342064103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/02/tu-banco.html' title='tu banco'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113953547493026447</id><published>2006-02-09T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:37:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Te Quiero...</title><summary type='text'>Te quiero...desde que supe que existes.Y no te dejare nunca.Me preguntas.Porque?y sabes que mi respuesta es la misma:No lo se.pero si se que eres la fuerza que me mueve.el tum tum de mi corazon,el motivo mas grandeel detalle mas bellode mi vida.y...Por SiempreTe Quiero. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113953547493026447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113953547493026447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953547493026447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953547493026447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/02/te-quiero.html' title='Te Quiero...'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113953407742979661</id><published>2006-02-09T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:14:37.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>un fin</title><summary type='text'>Se aproxima un FIN de no se que,de no se quien.Se arrima, y no puedo detenerlo.Porque la vida sigue,sigue su curso,no se detiene por nadie,ni por MI,ni por TI.Lo que una vez fue,fue y se quedo atras.Hoy ya no siento por ti,ni pena, ni lastima,te puedes ir feliz,ahora si, te puedes irsin mi.te quise, lo confieso,mas que tu me quisiste a mi.Hoy no me arrepiento,si lo admito, no me importaporque ya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113953407742979661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113953407742979661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953407742979661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113953407742979661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/02/un-fin.html' title='un fin'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113849973662223858</id><published>2006-01-28T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T18:03:59.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUE UN PLACER</title><summary type='text'>DORMIR CONTIGOY AMANECER CONTIGOBERSARNOSHACERNOS EL AMORY PRACTICARLO DIARIODECIRNOS TE AMOMIRARNOS A LOS OJOSCAMINAR JUNTOSTOMARNOS LA MANOPROMETERNOS AMOR ETERNODEDICARNOS TIEMPOESCRIBIRNOS CARTASOIR CANCIONES JUNTOSESPERARTE Y QUE ME ESPERARAS.HABLAR POR HORASDECIFRAR LAS ENIGMASCONQUISTAR EL MUNDOHASTA FUE UN PLACEREXTRAÑAR TU PRECENCIASENTIR QUE VIVO PORTI Y QUE MUERO POR TI.TODO LO CURSI, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113849973662223858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113849973662223858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113849973662223858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113849973662223858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/01/fue-un-placer.html' title='FUE UN PLACER'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113849692159712980</id><published>2006-01-28T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:08:41.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INSTANTES</title><summary type='text'>SoN LoS ReCuErDosDe NoChes consteladas,bajo la luna plateada ysin sueños, porquelo vividoes mas intensoy divino que losoñado.Son frases susurradas al oido,o miradas serenas queconfiesan todo sinhablar.Son las mañanas frescasespejos que escondenel reflejo detras del vapordespues de un duchazO calienteSon dos cuerposfundidos en un solo sera las tres de la madrugada,dos amantes que compartenun </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113849692159712980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113849692159712980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113849692159712980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113849692159712980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/01/instantes.html' title='INSTANTES'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113828425522580097</id><published>2006-01-26T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T06:04:15.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me buscas</title><summary type='text'>entre mas me buscasmenos me ves,te complicas,  no estare,ni aqui, ni alla, ni en tus sueños,ni debajo de tu piel,ni por tu casa,ni en ese cuaderno.aquella chica que te dedico pensamientos,que te juro amor eterno,ya no es tuya, es mas ni recuerdoque cosas te habre escrito. me buscas, crees que nunca olvidaras,te equivocas, empezaras a olvidardepues de haberme encontrado. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113828425522580097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113828425522580097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113828425522580097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113828425522580097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2006/01/me-buscas.html' title='me buscas'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113486326844809791</id><published>2005-12-17T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:47:48.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>de aqui alla</title><summary type='text'>pq no te veono significa que no estes.pq no me vesno significa que no estoy.Quizas siga con mi vidavaya de aqui para alla.Y tu sigas con la tuyade alla para aca.Y Quizas hasta nos cruzemosAl mismo tiempoy en ese breve instante estemosigual, y pensemos:Donde esta? que esta haciendo?con quien andara?tal vez estemos solosy tal vez no.lo importante es que como seaAunque nunca nos volamos a veren </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/feeds/113486326844809791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9846295&amp;postID=113486326844809791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113486326844809791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113486326844809791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/12/de-aqui-alla.html' title='de aqui alla'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113188541904510964</id><published>2005-11-13T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:36:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>solo pienso en ti</title><summary type='text'>Pienso en ti por pensar en ti.No hago otra cosa mas que eso.No pongo atencion ni a la musicaque me acompaña todas las noches.Solo se que mi mente estas Tu.Y no tengo nada mas que tu en mi mente. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113188541904510964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113188541904510964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/11/solo-pienso-en-ti.html' title='solo pienso en ti'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-113167698286855309</id><published>2005-11-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T04:41:38.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>frio</title><summary type='text'>friosiento frio, momento tristemis ojos canzados, no dejan de mirarte.presiento que sabes, que intuyes, que vescuando de lejos te observo.la guerra empieza.todos murmuran.pero yo lo se.te veo quieto.hablas pero no a mi.que piensas?a quien amas?quiero ver tus ojos.quiero ver como me ves.no me atrevo a mirarte,mis ojos cobardes no te diran mentiras.si algun duda tenias.mis ojos te diran la verdad.y</summary><link 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extrañascomprenderas porque son largos los dias. y si no vuelvoes porque ya no quieroni recordarte. no te resientashaz igual y olvidasolo intenta.  no me esperesy desilucionateasi como yo. respira ondoy profundamentecierra los ojos despiertatedel sueño que vivesy se muy feliz.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113128316271910998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/113128316271910998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/11/si-algun-dia.html' title='Si algun dia.'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-112977300335157904</id><published>2005-10-19T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:50:03.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y finalmente</title><summary type='text'>te quiero cuando te dejo de amarte extraño cuando te dejo de querery finalmente te olvido cuando te dejo de extrañar.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112977300335157904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112977300335157904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/y-finalmente.html' title='y finalmente'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-112977270107436792</id><published>2005-10-19T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:45:01.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desde donde solo el corazon escucha</title><summary type='text'>desde donde solo el corazon escucha...me oyes decir, que vuelvas a mi.que luches por mi,que te aferres a mi...porque solo yo te podria darla absoluta certeza de que te amarepor el infinitodesde donde solo el corazon escucha. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112977270107436792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112977270107436792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/desde-donde-solo-el-corazon-escucha.html' title='desde donde solo el corazon escucha'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-112976906557585498</id><published>2005-10-19T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:44:25.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hoy</title><summary type='text'>hoy quiero amarte diferente.amarte plenamentelibrementeintensamentecomo debio ser siempredesde que te anunciaste en mi vida.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112976906557585498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112976906557585498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/hoy.html' title='hoy'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-112976848777225152</id><published>2005-10-19T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T17:34:47.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuando se deja de amar</title><summary type='text'>hoy empiezo a olvidarque senti por ti mas que amor,y pienso en ti un poco menosque de vez en cuando.hasta creo que no me dueleni siento un vaciosi recuerdo que queriendote tantome descuidastey me perdiste.supongo que asi se siente cuandose deja de extrañar,cuando se deja de necesitar,cuando se deja de amar... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112976848777225152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112976848777225152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/cuando-se-deja-de-amar.html' title='cuando se deja de amar'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l7sjjQ-ETVU/SxNBlnNuuoI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ReFQlVo54eI/S220/1180594~Marilyn-Monroe-Posters.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9846295.post-112964064852069492</id><published>2005-10-18T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T06:04:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiracion I</title><summary type='text'> Me, when I'm in love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112964064852069492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9846295/posts/default/112964064852069492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delamor.blogspot.com/2005/10/inspiracion-i.html' title='Inspiracion I'/><author><name>·.·•»♥Suerte♥«•·.·</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03085167332507141793</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' 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