tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80871176484151720532024-03-05T17:01:29.522-08:00MASCANDO CHICLE ¡AW!Rocío Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378546521277125208noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087117648415172053.post-72202354242416326582009-12-15T10:37:00.001-08:002009-12-15T10:42:46.929-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu4yrVVvh2uJl1WIpHWF-2J72XEHSxCX-7lWoBix5B10VJbrfAJIsLbv_cZLDqUJvkpJZ4SxzaBYJjR_eqqJ1r7bF8T2DNfQql9DcVyCOe-hYenDEs0sjB1Sm6j7AMsB0yzTni9VzlTY/s1600-h/143!.png"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 577px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415534783214510242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZu4yrVVvh2uJl1WIpHWF-2J72XEHSxCX-7lWoBix5B10VJbrfAJIsLbv_cZLDqUJvkpJZ4SxzaBYJjR_eqqJ1r7bF8T2DNfQql9DcVyCOe-hYenDEs0sjB1Sm6j7AMsB0yzTni9VzlTY/s320/143!.png" /></a><br /><br /><div align="justify"><strong>Veo las cosas como son, </strong>vamos de fuego en fuego hipnotizándonos. A cada paso sientes otro Déjà Vu ¿O no?</div><br />Similitudes que soñás, lugares que no existen pero volvés a pasar,<br />errores ópticos del <em>tiempo </em>de la <em>luz</em>.Rocío Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378546521277125208noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8087117648415172053.post-35443832402656841382009-12-15T10:02:00.000-08:002009-12-15T10:25:14.119-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHiA6NT87hzHoN-mdGmhJ2KJFyvhiLAGD1D0m1eAhp55TjN7ASWvKb1SL-cdriTF1WtrOON9fkLqlSqfXbd6WxcqwWLdxL8-BhCdcO0whUuJiXr776AkyP3xAEeBmDYCFG8pjQ3hzR_w/s1600-h/Maaa.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415526818564739186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZHiA6NT87hzHoN-mdGmhJ2KJFyvhiLAGD1D0m1eAhp55TjN7ASWvKb1SL-cdriTF1WtrOON9fkLqlSqfXbd6WxcqwWLdxL8-BhCdcO0whUuJiXr776AkyP3xAEeBmDYCFG8pjQ3hzR_w/s320/Maaa.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Los invisibles átomos del aire</div><div>en derredor palpitan y se inflaman,</div><div><em></em></div><div><em>el cielo se deshace en rayos de</em></div><div><em>oro,</em></div><div>la tierra se estremece alborozada.</div><div>Oigo flotando en olas de armonias</div><div>rumor de besos y batir de alas;</div><div>mis párpados se cierran... ?¿Qué sucede?</div><div>¿Dime?</div><div>¡Silencio! ¡<strong>Es el</strong> <span style="color:#ff99ff;"><strong>amor <span style="color:#000000;">que pasa!</span></strong></span></div>Rocío Ahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06378546521277125208noreply@blogger.com0