tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-172931992011-11-19T21:34:59.622-05:00La vida en movimiento...Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-31099196590812463552009-05-08T21:42:00.005-06:002009-05-08T21:58:12.487-06:00<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link style="font-weight: bold;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CCasa%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> 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una vez más…el vacío fecundo…</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><span style=""> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Esta vez sin abismos<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Ni oscuridades</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT8BUNpPiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BKluJtbRsG4/s1600-h/rds093373.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT8BUNpPiI/AAAAAAAAAKU/BKluJtbRsG4/s400/rds093373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333664958249516578" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Me levanto despacito para <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Creer en el hombre y la mujer</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Llenos de fuerza creadora y pur</span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >a</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Llenos de alimento sin probar</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Llenos de dudas que quieren ver disipadas</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Y nuevamente respiro<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >de eso me repleto…<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >aire , vida y reflejos <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Sólo de luz</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Un espacio terreno y divino<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Donde veo expandir como la luz de los<span style=""> </span>cristales <o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >El hilo de la vida </span><span style=";font-size:100%;" >en la sonrisa <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT8GANlVbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K_bj7XkJ7H8/s1600-h/pcrf023719.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT8GANlVbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/K_bj7XkJ7H8/s400/pcrf023719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333665038779897266" border="0" /></a></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >En el caminito de tierra<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Pude ver el inicio de mi planeta libre<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Un espacio compartido</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" > <br /></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Incluso los aromas</span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Las texturas más suaves<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Los pensamientos más nobles </span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Te parecerán iguales a unos que ya<span style=""> </span>conoces</span></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT78LBWaRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uC8Zu4m-nyI/s1600-h/rds104215.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 111px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SgT78LBWaRI/AAAAAAAAAKM/uC8Zu4m-nyI/s400/rds104215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333664869882685714" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-size:100%;" >Que de ello estamos todos construidos<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:14;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">y debemos recordarlos…</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:&quot;;font-size:14;" ><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-3109919659081246355?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-23419836147646031872009-03-20T08:00:00.003-06:002009-03-20T08:07:50.104-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/ScOhrqJmOfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_8zbw51fDyA/s1600-h/Imagen+107.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/ScOhrqJmOfI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_8zbw51fDyA/s400/Imagen+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315269756648307186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >...Siempre crear...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >crear y recrear</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >la vida </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >el espacio<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >los hilos de amor</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />siendo</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >TODOS </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >UNO<br /><br /> </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >construyendo </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >AMOR </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >INFINITO</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2341983614764603187?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-44937558042889470352008-10-25T21:54:00.004-05:002008-10-25T22:07:03.874-05:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">respirar y sentir<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SQPecYXT7RI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uyCdI0nDXOY/s1600-h/sol+luz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 138px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SQPecYXT7RI/AAAAAAAAAHY/uyCdI0nDXOY/s400/sol+luz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261293368856800530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">re <br />direccionar</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">avanzar</span></span><br /><br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">volver<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">al<br /><br /><br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">centro</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-4493755804288947035?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-48404007533735231272008-10-15T21:59:00.003-05:002008-10-15T22:11:25.236-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SPawzzDw0YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZI_v_OPN8HQ/s1600-h/caleidoscopioDG1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SPawzzDw0YI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZI_v_OPN8HQ/s400/caleidoscopioDG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257584018927440258" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SPavhaaqGdI/AAAAAAAAAHA/88QlNLv7hTU/s1600-h/caleidoscopioDG1.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"></span></span></span></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >.....es cierto que de vez en cuando parto el día y termino otro con ganas de cambiar el mundo.... </span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" > <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">...cansador y todo.....</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">...una vez más...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">......tengo en mis manos la tarea de activar......</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">de despertar....</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">de apoyar...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">y lo hago con </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">humildad, </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">responsablidad, </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">amor </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">y </span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">respeto<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>...he aprendido que <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">eso es ser maestro...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-4840400753373523127?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-63561466068225455552008-10-05T21:51:00.005-06:002008-10-09T20:37:21.225-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Mi mano</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Tu luz</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Mi calor</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >tu despertar </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" >Mi palabra y tu compañía </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SOmM5HLz76I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xX_q_moNI8s/s1600-h/abrazo+coraz%C3%B3n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SOmM5HLz76I/AAAAAAAAAG4/xX_q_moNI8s/s400/abrazo+coraz%C3%B3n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253885353113415586" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" >Nuestra cadena de amor...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-6356146606822545555?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1136585604917673392008-09-26T19:54:00.007-06:002008-09-26T20:35:47.204-06:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><br />Ella<br />El<br /><br />Del mismo suelo emergen<br /><br />En iguales mareas caminaron<br /><br />De la misma sangre<br /><br />SON<br /><br /><br /><br />CERCANO<br /><br />el aroma<br /><br />el destello<br /><br />el deseo<br /><br />el miedo<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SN2bHLXmaqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GLDMkpt0wuE/s1600-h/42-17064788.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SN2bHLXmaqI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GLDMkpt0wuE/s400/42-17064788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250523288197032610" border="0" /></a><br />que habita<br />en las palabras<br /><br />JUNTOS:::::::::::::<br /><br />::::::::::::::::SIEMPRE<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113658560491767339?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-15853847951726751632008-08-22T23:25:00.003-06:002008-08-22T23:45:33.471-06:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >El dolor amenazante</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >me recuerda un</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> abismo dulce</span>...</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SK-iTQPFqrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0mfczPtYtos/s1600-h/UT0151979.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SK-iTQPFqrI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0mfczPtYtos/s400/UT0151979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237583343314643634" border="0" /></a><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >me acerca hacia lo que vi <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">en tus labios y en tu paso</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >me recuerdo <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ciega de tu luz</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><br />y en otra imagen <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">tu cabeza posada entre mi pelo</span>...<br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >El dolor amenazante</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >me recuerda <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">un </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">abismo dulce</span>...<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Dulce abismo</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">insensato y necesario</span>...</span> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" > </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-1585384795172675163?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-23148882443037622402008-08-18T20:35:00.003-06:002008-08-18T20:51:21.134-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A PASOS AGIGANTADOS SE TERMINAN LOS CICLOS</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >...SE INUNDA EL ALMA...<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SKo0RvLn8bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QmquVQ8oIIk/s1600-h/19072008131.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SKo0RvLn8bI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/QmquVQ8oIIk/s400/19072008131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236054996099264946" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">DE</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >CIELO ABIERTO</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >AZUL</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >CALIPSO</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">FUEGO</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Y</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >LUZ</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2314888244303762240?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-2391861810876842782008-08-03T14:46:00.004-06:002008-08-03T16:14:16.843-06:00<div style="text-align: center;">.<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >........Me desvanezco como miel al sol.........</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYrbpelZLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dOYUugripmM/s1600-h/42-16251466.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYrbpelZLI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dOYUugripmM/s400/42-16251466.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230415771228005554" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Emanando.......<br />...... parte del agua que fresca...<br />limpia mi piel a diario</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Emanando.......<br />.....dulzor de sonrisas<br />encerradas en mi sangre</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Emanando calor.....</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >......de un otro...... que llega</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Siempre al sol</span><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYs2PExEcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nyBb40mMuU/s1600-h/sol+aire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYs2PExEcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/_nyBb40mMuU/s400/sol+aire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230417327508492738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Sintiendo el placer</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Plenitudes sin espacio definido</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >Ir más allá........ completando arcoiris...<br /><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYtN69P2qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FTDvUSSVS8I/s1600-h/sol+camino.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJYtN69P2qI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FTDvUSSVS8I/s400/sol+camino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230417734425107106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >...Es r</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >eal...</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-239186181087684278?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-818613203988593922008-07-30T23:23:00.004-06:002008-07-31T09:26:32.439-06:00<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >...<span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">S</span>e renueva</span> <span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >el <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">a</span>mor <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">i</span>nfinito</span>...<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)">Nuevo <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">s</span>ol</span> <span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"><br /><br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A</span>ire nuevo<br /><br /></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">A</span>bro los <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">o</span>jos y<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)">me veo en tu <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">r</span>eflejo</span><br /></span><br /></div><p align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJFRgogwRCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/elr12SXmYgQ/s1600-h/nube+lila.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229050263426319394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SJFRgogwRCI/AAAAAAAAAFU/elr12SXmYgQ/s400/nube+lila.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">M</span>e transformo en el</span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" > <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">e</span>ncuentro</span></p><p align="center"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)">de la <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">l</span>uz y los profundos <span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">r</span>espiros..</span>.</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-81861320398859392?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-28897924892858194432008-06-17T17:40:00.004-06:002008-06-17T17:55:48.483-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>Sólo con su mágico rocio </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>se disuelven</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>los grumos de polvo oxidado</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213003167902036306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 67px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SFhOwvPJcVI/AAAAAAAAAFM/-6d6rB5zLEM/s400/images.jpg" width="56" border="0" />Aguaflor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>que limpia </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"><strong>que sana</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#00cccc;">y refresca mi vida</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2889792489285819443?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-27853969081150479792008-06-13T18:37:00.004-06:002008-06-13T19:00:12.759-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">En búsqueda</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de la luz </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de la fuente de la vida</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211533125644379858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SFMVxBE25tI/AAAAAAAAAE8/bMyHNrw4L98/s400/isikh.jpg" width="58" border="0" />Servir</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">amorosamente</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">entregar la vida</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">al amor verdadero<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211533130574057170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/SFMVxTcLztI/AAAAAAAAAFE/C4pUMEgTdns/s400/sikh.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2785396908115047979?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-20078953571685295112008-04-04T19:17:00.005-06:002008-04-06T12:15:22.222-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R_bTTihcBoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SmdWU-bF0GU/s1600-h/delicado.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185564353601734274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R_bTTihcBoI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SmdWU-bF0GU/s400/delicado.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong> ...natural </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>como la misma respiración....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>...es la hebra invisible que nace </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>en el centro ...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">sin nombre</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;">sin tiempo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> contiene y </span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">atrapa</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">...todas las sutilezas...</span></span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /></div></strong></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2007895357168529511?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-20654544104991355622008-02-08T15:45:00.001-05:002008-02-08T16:03:19.380-05:00<span style="font-size:0;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R6zA4eAqd2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KOpjI0fOxTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164714949048170338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R6zA4eAqd2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KOpjI0fOxTQ/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" width="281" border="0" /></a></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Debo programar mis paseos...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">y seguir con la bella costumbre de hablar con gente desconocida</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Debo cuidarme....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">y seguir observando detalles </span><span style="color:#ff9900;">y reir con descontrol</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Debo cuidar a mis compañeros de viaje...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">y seguir agradeciendo las puertas que se abren</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R6y_4eAqd1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QlSt4LM-bcI/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164713849536542546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R6y_4eAqd1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/QlSt4LM-bcI/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" width="308" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ff9900;"> Debo saborear con más lentitud una torta de merengue....</span><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">y seguir deseando conocer cada año un nuevo lugar</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R6zA4eAqd2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/KOpjI0fOxTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0081.JPG"></a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2065454410499135562?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-74299110388649377262008-01-25T18:57:00.000-05:002008-01-28T09:57:16.108-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">La misma brisa de otro verano...<br />El mismo olor de la tierra absorviendo el sol que necesita.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">agua y arena</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"> sin tiempo ni permiso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><br /> </div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">Descubro en los contrastes lo que hay debajo de mi piel....<br /></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160238592398358338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R5zZqOAqd0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/upwbNvtjWJs/s400/42-19191867.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><br />Otras manos juegan y crecen ... </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">De niños somos todos iguales...<br />En verano todos somos niños nuevamente...<br /><br />Guardemos en un cofre valioso</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">el sol de esos años</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">que sólo permanecen</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">si así lo queremos...<br /></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-7429911038864937726?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-62154142684854277402007-12-24T17:13:00.000-05:002007-12-24T17:25:51.759-05:00<div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Agradecer...</span> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R3AxxZnc6EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Arr2wkGQdcc/s1600-h/gracias.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147669098844186690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="146" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/R3AxxZnc6EI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Arr2wkGQdcc/s400/gracias.jpg" width="133" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">la única forma de transformarnos</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">en lo que deseamos...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-6215414268485427740?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-64963654674128584912007-11-11T14:59:00.000-05:002007-11-11T15:35:54.905-05:00<div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Mi ansiedad por el sol no me ha dejado ver atardeceres.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Mi incesante movimiento desfocalizaba mi mirada</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Y asi.....de pronto ....</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">sobre mi cabeza</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">aparecen nuevas estrellas...</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131683776036876914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RzdnNJpQMnI/AAAAAAAAADY/fner8xlXS-0/s400/RF5468515.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">unas luminosas</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">otras de vestido nuevo</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">menos </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">fugaces </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">más permanentes. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131679481069580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RzdjTJpQMmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/ClxmLK4QneY/s400/20468-15.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Me preparo para la gran noche </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">para contemplar el cielo </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">absolutamente limpio </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">totalmente estrellado</span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131683922065764994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RzdnVppQMoI/AAAAAAAAADg/Gak__SPxi6Y/s400/42-18122084.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Colgada desde una cima</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">Empinándome desde mi pedazo de tierra fértil.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-6496365467412858491?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-31036828843644186022007-09-25T18:48:00.000-06:002007-09-25T18:58:18.617-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Abrazo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">palabra...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">cultrum...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">danza...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">trutruca...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">pehuén...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">buenos deseos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">todos juntos....</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RvmtDJ7-HiI/AAAAAAAAADI/P8nY4q7wz3M/s1600-h/Vicente_mapuche_sept2007_(9).JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114309121574575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RvmtDJ7-HiI/AAAAAAAAADI/P8nY4q7wz3M/s400/Vicente_mapuche_sept2007_(9).JPG" width="291" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">No somos dueños de la tierra ...</span>somos hijos de ella...</span></span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-3103682884364418602?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-77750542054728695582007-09-22T22:15:00.000-06:002007-09-22T22:35:34.000-06:00<div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">El sol me acompaña</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113252877447339538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RvXsZp7-HhI/AAAAAAAAADA/VQPrZ2NXSag/s400/mujer+gres.bmp" border="0" /></span><br /></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Cada camino que se abre...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">reinventa un sueño...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Cada día</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">un despertar...</span> </span></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-7775054205472869558?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-4150693846121490612007-08-28T19:12:00.000-06:002007-08-28T19:28:53.778-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">De manera paciente</span><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RtTKR7ZVRrI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ZYKs4JkOGA/s1600-h/CRB002367.jpg"></a> </div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;">con una sola mano</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RtTKR7ZVRrI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ZYKs4JkOGA/s1600-h/CRB002367.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103926687068145330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="143" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RtTKR7ZVRrI/AAAAAAAAACw/3ZYKs4JkOGA/s400/CRB002367.jpg" width="170" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">atrapo estrellas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">y</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">pienso en el futuro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-415069384612149061?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-43255110342728176942007-08-19T20:13:00.000-06:002007-08-19T21:15:21.663-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Despierto y reviso...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Conservar lo necesario...alivianar la casa...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Pensar en nuevas semillas...sembrar es siempre impredecible...</span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Sentir cada cambio...jamás cerrar los sentidos... </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Respirar profundo ....que por estos días florecen los aromos</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100614708937180834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RskGDbZVRqI/AAAAAAAAACo/EXAg2hywgUo/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">También puedo dejarme vencer ...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">...sin embargo siempre se nace ... </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">...cada año se cosecha y se siembra...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-4325511034272817694?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-61849648511356064622007-07-31T20:28:00.000-06:002007-07-31T20:53:49.157-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Mi paisaje se dibuja</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">cada vez más cercano al origen </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">andar</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">en piso de tierra </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">entre árboles y aroma a menta </span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093558476078900978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rq_0cnlc5vI/AAAAAAAAACg/YeIUZmN-fT8/s400/70376-148.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Se llenan mis ojos de tiempos verdaderos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">Cuando acompañados hacemos el camino</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">el universo avanza sin miedo</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-6184964851135606462?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-43992224493918303072007-07-17T18:55:00.000-06:002007-07-18T21:02:02.125-06:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Existe un hombre leve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">y </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">demasiado dulce en su vuelo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088334495198718018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="99" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rp1lQ6SvqEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/PeExQLa20ko/s400/malvas.jpg" width="104" border="0" />guarda en sus palabras</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">el sabor del caramelo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">en mi boca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">la ternura </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">se mantiene un par de días</span></div></span><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6666;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-4399222449391830307?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-8294755417620404362007-07-04T19:54:00.000-06:002007-07-04T20:00:32.335-06:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Apareciste invisible<br />Con un roce leve<br />llegaste a este espacio vacío<br /><br />Allí muy suave vertiste algunas de tus señales<br /><br />Y dentro de esa cuenca<br />tu esencia de matices se cuaja<br /><br />En aquella esquina encantada<br />Ya apareces<br />y existes<br />y estás<br />y soy Yo<br />no otra<br /><br />Porque la verdadera confianza aparece sin ver<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083526206468623106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RoxQJq7ziwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dDIGFtOTGYY/s400/manogrande+chica.jpg" border="0" /><br />En tus manos de hierro<br />me despliego<br /><br />Con ese calor invisible<br />permaneces</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Se agradece<br />en este invierno </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><br />y los que ya pasaron </span></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-829475541762040436?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-84382788383882609752007-07-01T10:51:00.000-06:002007-07-01T11:41:42.070-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">Y otras horas de frio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">se necesitan contener</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">se convierten en pared y piedra </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">mi paso y mi</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"> frente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">...guardo el frío y</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">recuerdo el bosque...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082272303651457778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="142" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rofbu67zivI/AAAAAAAAABs/IHD_gjux3Cs/s400/9240.jpg" width="113" border="0" /></span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">y cómo el helecho se despliega...?</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">resistencia y elegancia esconde el hielo</div><div align="center"></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">húmedad de abundancia y semilla</span></div></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">...el frio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"> aunque detenga</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;">guarda </span><span style="color:#006600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">aliento y vida...</span> </span></div><span style="color:#006600;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-8438278838388260975?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-24734595582428631702007-06-09T20:25:00.001-06:002007-06-10T19:13:41.122-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">vuelvo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">...a ver con mis manos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">vuelvo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">a reconocer</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">...calor y forma...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074608347660459538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RmyhZ-CInhI/AAAAAAAAABk/Q1G9OnaH3iM/s400/collares+2.bmp" width="321" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">la tierra intacta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">perfecta y virgen</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">vuelve </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">a </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">entibiar </span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">mi cuerpo y mi mente</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2473459558242863170?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-38643562528256773232007-05-27T19:26:00.000-06:002007-05-31T17:44:53.675-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">No se trata de comprenderlo todo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">sino de ver y sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">cerrando los ojos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">mi propia travesía</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069417450414429858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RlowT-4eVqI/AAAAAAAAABc/X63cXiH0em4/s400/70032-121.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">traspasar mis límites</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">y devolverle las fuerzas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">a las pequeñas rebeldías</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">de mi arcoiris silencioso </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-3864356252825677323?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-89512680225448471392007-05-17T09:23:00.000-06:002007-05-17T09:40:54.742-06:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rkx2_e4eVpI/AAAAAAAAABU/uBFwdvQNQVQ/s1600-h/61159-07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065554513878734482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rkx2_e4eVpI/AAAAAAAAABU/uBFwdvQNQVQ/s400/61159-07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">En una pausa...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">mantengo la ventana abierta </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">recuerdo que el aire siempre debe entrar</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">aunque sea por entre la cortina</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">a revolver las hojas de otoño</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">a remover la pesadez del tiempo que camino</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">quiero aire nuevo</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;">pero sin pausa</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">constante que pase </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">y se quede...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-8951268022544847139?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-85108204879922174532007-05-08T19:36:00.000-06:002007-05-08T19:49:17.971-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Volverse liviano</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Dejarse llevar</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Visitar el espacio del otro</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062371198686561266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RkEnyJrhg_I/AAAAAAAAABM/slzL2LTPqUw/s400/baile.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Jugar al encanto</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Y al recuerdo universal</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"><strong> en cada nota y movimiento</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>...Bailar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Absolutamente necesario</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-8510820487992217453?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-26959081368775074772007-04-21T14:01:00.000-06:002007-04-22T13:09:01.807-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>...Buscando el sol...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>continuamente </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055975983944529730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RipvXqPrd0I/AAAAAAAAABE/OGG3vmk4DRM/s400/FLO-19-YOU001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>...observar...</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>...abrir los sentidos... </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;">sin más movimiento que el de la brisa suave de otoño</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>...permanecer... </strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>atenta</strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong> a lo que me dice el silencio</strong></span></div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"></span></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-2695908136877507477?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-81220839113189055412007-03-25T11:08:00.000-06:002007-03-25T19:38:57.815-06:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">El dolor tiene un color que espanta<br />Que traspasa todos los huesos…<br /><br />El dolor tiene un apellido de hierro<br />Y quema tocarlo…<br /><br />Se absorbe desde su estado gaseoso<br />Se respira…<br />Viaja por pulmones<br />y por sangre…<br /></span></div></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">Está para tocarle sólo una esquina </span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Para mirarlo de perfil</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">para sentir el derrumbe </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">para entender la nada </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">para palpar la soledad con los dedos una mano </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045915482165702578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RgaxZYkhb7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/If7PsO7e3Js/s320/reflejo.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;">Está para encontrar el reflejo</span></span></p><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Para contener el aire</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Para perder el miedo </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Para descubrir el misterio</span></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Para mirar lo indiscutible<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Está para encontrar respuesta<br /><br /><span style="color:#339999;">...En el único reflejo...</span></span></span><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">...en el fondo del pozo…</span></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-8122083911318905541?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-83482972606838009602007-03-18T19:47:00.000-06:002007-03-19T19:44:30.127-06:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rf3xHJjMqvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1wvIjsjNDLY/s1600-h/madre+niño.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043452262849751794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rf3xHJjMqvI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1wvIjsjNDLY/s320/madre+ni%C3%B1o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>...un puente...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>entre nuestros miedos</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>entre nuestras miradas</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>entre el silencio y la primera palabra</strong></span></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>me detengo en tus recorridos...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>en tus intentos </strong></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>por abrir un nuevo espacio </strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>tu primer gesto</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>me hipnotiza...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>me hace adivinar como es tu voz</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>esa que traes guardada como reliquia de otros tiempos... </strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>...me haces invitarte...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>creo que podremos seguir creando este puente...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"><strong>entre el silencio y tu primera palabra...</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-8348297260683800960?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-54717122020925989312007-03-11T16:03:00.000-06:002007-03-11T16:20:41.287-06:00<div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RfR9HJjMqtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/O3sGoOC82UQ/s1600-h/42-16714561.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040791444710533842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RfR9HJjMqtI/AAAAAAAAAAg/O3sGoOC82UQ/s320/42-16714561.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Sé donde voy<br />Sé quién está<br />Sé quién se fue<br />Sé quién volverá…<br /><br />Nada es tan incierto<br />A pesar del desequilibrio constante…<br /><br /></span></div></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">La vida es un suspenso escrito sobre rieles<br />De un tren de carga<br />Fuerte y cansado…</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#33ff33;"></div><div align="right"><br />Sin embargo…<br /><br />Nada es tan incierto<br />Como los pasos en medio del bosque<br />de quién busca sin ser encontrado…<br /><br />Todo puede tomar otro curso </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RfR_3pjMquI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jwd1F1KRhlQ/s1600-h/42-15242486.jpg"><span style="color:#33ff33;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040794476957444834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RfR_3pjMquI/AAAAAAAAAAo/jwd1F1KRhlQ/s320/42-15242486.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">Y se puede esperar…<br /><br />Y puedo verme con las manos llenas<br />De todo lo que tengo para dar<br /><br />Seguiré en esta antesala<br />Al sol<br />Nadie sospecha que espero…</span></span><span style="color:#33ff33;"> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-5471712202092598931?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-64232959997586740512007-03-09T10:48:00.000-05:002007-03-09T11:13:43.769-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Hacer cotidiano </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">el verde</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">el aire libre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Renovar la piel </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">sin arena y sin sol </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">amasando </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993300;">tejiendo</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#993300;">cosechando</span> </span></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039955747153947330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/RfGFDJjMqsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/Y13rqeSNg8k/s320/60101-92.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">de manera</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">simple y lenta</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">crear un espacio para </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">TODOS</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-6423295999758674051?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1414234011113939282007-02-23T11:10:00.000-05:002007-02-23T14:28:07.434-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Y Lentamente<br /><br />Se encendieron las estrellas y la noche<br /><br /></span><br />Muchos días<br />De juegos inventados<br /><br />Indescifrables<br />Y secretos<br /><br />Nos dejaron agotados<br />De tanto encantamiento<br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">En la casa en el árbol </span></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">Se quedó para siempre el calor del sol del mediodía<br /></span><br /></span></div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034764366318922322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="245" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zFvpWVR4fss/Rd8ThA476lI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5zR4NEl7mEI/s320/de+noche.jpg" width="282" border="0" /><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">El follaje de este techo natural y vivo<br />Conservó la forma de dos caricias escondidas<br /><br /></span><br />Mientras...<br />en un rincón oculto terminaban el tesoro dulce una hilera india de hormigas</span></span><br /></p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Y la lagartijas tomaban del sol sus colores<br /><br />Tú oías los grillos<br />Y jugabas con tu último tesoro encontrado en la orilla del río<br /><br />Al rato abrigabas mis pies con tu ropa<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#00cccc;">Yo dormía…<br />Para continuar la historia<br /><br />Comprendí que se necesitaba siempre…<br /><br />…Seguir soñando…<br />Para que la mitad del sueño se cumpla.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-141423401111393928?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1170901202720430752007-02-07T20:59:00.000-05:002007-02-07T21:32:28.480-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Cuando mis pulmones se llenaban </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">de ese aire gris </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">caluroso y húmedo</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;">encontré otros</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">rincones escondidos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">conversaciones pendientes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">reencuentros necesarios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">coincidencias marcianas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/320/345438/coraz%3F%3Fn%20flores.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">Mientras tanto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">y para seguir respirando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;">crecían nuevas flores en mi centro.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-117090120272043075?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1169525582491148992007-01-22T23:04:00.000-05:002007-01-22T23:13:02.513-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de carne </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de hueso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de piel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de sentir todo lo que entra por esa ventana </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">de espacios llenos y vacíos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/320/800633/sol%20ventana.jpg" border="0" />y de sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">sobre todo de sol</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116952558249114899?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1168744115400590282007-01-13T21:57:00.000-05:002007-01-13T22:08:35.416-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Se me aclaran los intentos de mirar lo que quiero</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">se me aparece fácil </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">una palabra y otros ojos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/320/466148/riel.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">doy espacios a la libertad de querer lo que había olvidado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">sin renunciar a nada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">escribo otros sueños</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">incompletos e imperfectos</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116874411540059028?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1168400214632609152007-01-09T22:13:00.000-05:002007-01-09T22:36:54.660-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;">Lento...se abren las alas</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/1600/645661/mariposa.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/320/642194/mariposa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">los colores impregnados se asemejan a los soñados</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">el vuelo comienza lento y demasiado plácido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">se esparció toda la semilla </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">y se fundió la primera piel con el sol</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">se me abren las alas </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">para sentir todo lo que traspase</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">esta nueva forma</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"> alada </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">suave </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">y sin prisa</span></div><div align="center"> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116840021463260915?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1167792391243393242007-01-02T21:30:00.000-05:002007-01-02T22:02:44.936-05:00<div align="right"><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Se descascara el año<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">se quiebra con cada estallido su caparazón gruesa<br /></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;">quebradiza...y amarilla...</span><br /></span></span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/1600/955075/valparaiso.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/400/222949/valparaiso.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Al compás de miles de colores<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">llega y se envuelve con papel de seda y brillo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">este nuevo regalo de tiempo...</span> </span></div><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"></span> </p><p align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"> </p><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">los invito a cuidar de este tiempo nuevo....<br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">los invito a confiar ...</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">a beber y saborear cada día...</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116779239124339324?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1166796926170654322006-12-22T09:02:00.000-05:002006-12-22T09:15:26.186-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">A CREAR <span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">NUEVOS RITOS</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">QUE NOS UNAN EN EL <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">AGRADECIMIENTO </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/320/53430/DAR.jpg" border="0" />A CERRAR LOS OJOS UN SEGUNDO </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Y <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">OFRECER</span> </span>UN PEDAZO DE LO QUE SE SINTIÓ </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">EN ESA NAVIDAD DONDE <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">CREER EN LO IMPOSIBLE</span> ERA NATURAL</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116679692617065432?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1165269407551979802006-12-04T16:51:00.000-05:002006-12-04T17:35:53.106-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">intuir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">observar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">decir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">afirmar<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/531/1664/400/407818/girar.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">declarar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">tocar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">confirmar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">(quedarse para siempre)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">seguir <strong>con</strong> la <strong>secuencia</strong> de acciones</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116526940755197980?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1164726325368275292006-11-28T09:57:00.000-05:002006-11-28T10:06:33.763-05:00<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;">Como un gigante escondido</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">No te esperaba y apareciste<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">cerro abajo corriendo</span><br /><br />pies descalzos en la arena<br /></span><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />el brillo del puerto en nuestros ojos</span><br /><br />humo de arcoiris y espiral<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Y entre los galpones de trenes viejos y fantasmas</span><br />caminando de la mano sobre durmientes<br />desafiábamos las leyes de la física</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/UT0151979.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="30" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/UT0151979.jpg" width="74" border="0" /></a>mientras mirabamos la luz de la ciudad que nos ocultaba</span><br /><br />La risa ahogándonos tenía el color<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">de todos los días con un juglar de tu raza</span><br /><br />Apareciste<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">como una huella que escondo</span><br /><br />Con imperfecciones e imposibles<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">con extremos y caos</span><br /><br />que ahora temo<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">y tal vez precise</span><br /><br /><br />para continuar viviendo<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><br />Contra toda teoría</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116472632536827529?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1163717950154833622006-11-16T17:51:00.000-05:002006-11-16T17:59:10.190-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#006600;"><br /><span style="color:#009900;">RECUERDO<br /><br />Que las tardes pasaban lento entre trinares y fragancia de camelias<br /><br />Y hasta se me olvidaba el tiempo y la vida afuera<br />después de las caminatas por esos laberintos de primavera<br /><br /><br />Así…<br /><br />Simple y leve<br />Se escapaba rápida la estación de mineral y costa<br /><br /><br />RECUERDO<br /><br />Que cada tarde el viento era baile de olas en mi pelo<br /><br />Y luego de alimentar el verde del invernadero<br />Y detenernos a la mistela de la tarde<br /><br />El momento que más esperaba<br /><br />Era el del baño tibio antes de que atardeciera<br /><br />RECUERDO<br /><br />El instante de sentir en mi piel asoleada y salina<br /><br />Agua<br /><br />Espuma dulce<br /><br />Absoluta calma<br /><br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/200/IMG_0134.jpg" border="0" /><br />Era el instante del recuento<br /><br />de esos días cálidos<br />que sólo<br />HOY<br /><br />EVOCO</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116371795015483362?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1162349603769107662006-10-31T21:37:00.000-05:002006-10-31T22:26:38.046-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">hay días en que amanezco con frio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">hay días en que hablo sin voz</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">hay días en que me pierdo en la nube</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">hay días en que me despierto sin dios</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">hay días en que cuento mis cicatrices</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">hay días en que me come el dolor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">hay días en que congelo la vida</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">hay días en que me encuentro el amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/noche%20sol%201.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#00cccc;">hay días en que mi estrella despierta</span> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;">hay días en que tu noche es mi sol</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116234960376910766?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1161816694958509412006-10-25T17:40:00.000-05:002006-10-31T22:18:48.550-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></span></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Lo importante </span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">no es llegar</span></strong></span></span></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/objetivo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/objetivo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">lo importante es <span style="color:#993399;">el camino</span></span></strong></span></div><div align="right"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">cada paso</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">deslizándome a </span></strong><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">ras de suelo</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#999900;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116181669495850941?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1160281238520597442006-10-07T22:09:00.000-06:002006-10-07T22:20:38.536-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">En cada pedazo de tinta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">he existido...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">En cada mujer que soy cada momento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>he perdido la mirada...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">Y asi y todo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>No me alejan los miedos</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">no pretendo quedarme sin ganas de querer <span style="font-size:180%;">seguir girando...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;">alrededor de los soles que encuentro...</span> </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/post1001.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/post1001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116028123852059744?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1160014826600818872006-10-04T19:59:00.000-06:002006-10-04T20:20:26.716-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/mujer-picasso.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/mujer-picasso.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Que tocando otro espacio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> vengan nuevos asombros</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">QUIERO VER</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">germinar la semilla que eres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">que tu fuerza te lleve...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">que tu dulzura te mantenga ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">que tu suavidad te haga deslizarte lento..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Que aqui vamos</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">JUNTAS</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"> siempre </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">siempre </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">siempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">que no estás sola</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Tengo una mitad...de alma para darte....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-116001482660081887?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1159669355644059732006-09-30T20:06:00.000-06:002006-09-30T20:30:22.630-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/N-189-0160.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/N-189-0160.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;">Tal vez era el momento</span> </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/CRB003034.jpg"><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/CRB003034.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">de impregnar mis colores</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;">en otro espacio...</span> </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">mezclarlos ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;">crear nuevos matices...</span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/agua%20color.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/agua%20color.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">transformar los silencios en una ventana </span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="color:#33ccff;">abierta ...</span> </span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Tal vez ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">sòlo era tiempo de alargar mis brazos</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"> y dejar que el sol hiciera su trabajo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115966935564405973?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1158883878845416072006-09-21T18:03:00.000-06:002006-09-21T18:23:04.866-06:00<div align="right"><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">El aroma del hinojo en la punta de mis dedos</span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/cerco3.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="170" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/cerco3.jpg" width="150" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>El crujir del cerco en medio del silencio</strong></span><br /></span></div><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> </p><div align="right"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>El fuego que hipnotiza y el humo que inhalo</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></span><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">La mesa interminable de vino y risa</span> </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">La familia...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc9933;">los nuevos y viejos amigos...</span> </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Los niños...</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">todos a jugar al cerro...</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115888387884541607?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1157992188251589412006-09-11T10:21:00.000-06:002006-09-11T10:45:08.036-06:00<div align="right"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Quería saber quien era<br />Quería encontrar la segunda piel….<br /><br />Y se me vinieron soles y aguas<br />Y se me escamaron los poros de cada pedazo de piel<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><br />Quiero tomar el sol por el pelo<br />hidratarme de manera limpia con el rocío<br /><br />Quiero crecer y beber del vino intenso<br />embriagarme en los labios de dos copas<br /><br /><br />Quiero saber quien soy </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">y tocarme en otros ojos</span><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc6600;">Y aquí …<br /><br />Trabajando en la tierra<br /><br />De sol a cuestas<br /><br />De nube gigante<br /><br />De cielo se alimenta mi mirada</span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/sol.2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Me desvisto…</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />No existe otro vestido que me deje caminar flotando<br /><br />Quiero flotar</span></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Volar</span> ....<span style="font-size:130%;">Soñar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Es mi esencia... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Como si hubiese sólo un día para amar…</span></span><br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115799218825158941?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1157321763619512212006-09-03T16:00:00.000-06:002006-09-03T16:16:03.633-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Mi soledad </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>tiene aire fresco y luna llena </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>guarda temores en un viejo cajón amarillo</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/luna.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9900;"></span></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong>mi soledad</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><span style="color:#993300;">añora sabor de chocolate y manjar en mis labios...</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong><span style="color:#ff9900;"> </span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>me acompaña</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><strong>escalando calles y adoquines en dìas de sol.... </strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115732176361951221?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1155940453484470232006-08-18T16:06:00.000-06:002006-08-18T16:34:13.503-06:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Que todo se teja sin nudos</span> ....<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><span style="color:#006600;">que suban por entre las ramas la verdad y lo invisible...</span> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">que sigan los tallos el curso de las olas que miran enfrente</span> ...<br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">que se alimente del rocìo mi rostro y las hojas</span> ...</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/60089-74.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Que todo continue creciendo...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;">entrelazando </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;">las manos</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"> </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;">con fuerza </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">y</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"> lentamente</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115594045348447023?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1155013763077945542006-08-07T22:49:00.000-06:002006-08-07T23:09:23.110-06:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/puerta%20cielo.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/puerta%20cielo.1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Sentir los pasos de la luz durante un día...</span> </strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">Ser parte de un espacio vacío...</span><br /><br />Encontrar las formas y texturas que se me asemejan ...<br /><br /><span style="color:#009900;">Repetir los cotidianos ritos....<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">H A B I T A R</span></span></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">...</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no es más...</span></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#00cccc;">...que otra forma de ser mi propia huella....</span> <br /></div></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115501376307794554?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1154106057906843482006-07-28T10:45:00.000-06:002006-07-28T11:57:02.190-06:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">He abierto todas las puertas y ventanas</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>Tome del aire fresco<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">que vino de sur y norte</span> </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><br /> </div></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/manos%20corazon.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong>INUNDADA</strong></span><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"> </span></span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;">...de </span></strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"><strong>aromas<br />y sabores... </strong></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">...glaciar y </span>sol<br />trufa y <span style="color:#6600cc;">helado </span><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">ron</span> y habano...</span><span style="color:#993300;"> </span></strong></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><p align="center"><br />como si siempre fuera necesario<br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">saborear los contrastes</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></p></span><p align="center">como el placer del hielo derriténdose en mi piel</strong></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">La FUERZA para continuar</span> </p><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/remo.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ese remo que hundo en el río</span></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">CREO</span> </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong>y con eso me basta… </strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></strong></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><p align="center"><br /></span><br /></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong></div><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(Creo que he visto la luz </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">al otro lado del río… )</span></strong></span></strong></span><br /></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115410605790684348?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1153016732260140232006-07-15T20:15:00.000-06:002006-07-16T00:18:41.666-06:00<div align="center"><strong><br /></strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">D E S C A N S A R</span> </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#339999;">Dormir</span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cocinar </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#339999;">Reencontrarse</span> </span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Ordenar </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/escanear0001.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Leer </span></strong></p><strong><span style="color:#339999;"><p align="center"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Visitar </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#339999;">Comer</span> </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Caminar </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#339999;">Conocer</span> </span></p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Beber </span></p><p align="center"><br /></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;">Reiniciar </span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#339999;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Todo más..... <span style="color:#339999;">L E N T O</span></span></strong></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115301673226014023?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1152850702519347672006-07-13T22:07:00.000-06:002006-07-13T22:18:22.533-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/abrazo%20ni??o.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/abrazo%20ni%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>ABRAZO cálido...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong>que me sostenga ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>que me contenga ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"><strong>descansar en su hamaca gigante ...</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Hay días en que lo necesito con más fuerza...con más ganas...</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115285070251934767?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1152749598454329092006-07-12T18:03:00.000-06:002006-07-12T18:13:18.470-06:00<div align="center"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Lluvia<br /></span></div><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/paraguas%20lluvia.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/paraguas%20lluvia.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">El que necesite paraguas ....tengo mi mano </span><br /></p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/sol%20mano.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">si de algo sirve</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115274959845432909?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1152073424151744182006-07-04T22:01:00.000-06:002006-07-04T22:53:38.873-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Y ahí estabas…<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">En el patio de atrás… </span></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"><strong>Esperándome en mi casa en el árbol… </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></div></strong></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/casa%20en%20el%20%3F%3Frbol.jpg" width="308" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">La de los juegos…<br /></span>La de los sueños…<br /></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"><strong><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Con la cara del color de los niños cuando ríen...<br /><br /></span>Jugando a balancearse en la escalera…<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Contándonos historias…<br /></span><br />Comiendo un tarro de manjar de a cucharadas…<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Jugando…<br /></span>Riendo…<br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Soñando…<br /></span>Felices…</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115207342415174418?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1151991641231145082006-07-03T23:29:00.000-06:002006-07-04T00:14:34.246-06:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/V%20Evey.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px" height="262" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/V%20Evey.jpg" width="336" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;">Y la teoría de que los que parecen malos..son en realidad los buenos…</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Y la idea de que hay veces en que somos capaces... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">De vernos <span style="color:#ff0000;">REALMENTE</span> como somos...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">De <span style="color:#ff0000;">ENCONTRARNOS </span>de manera eterna...</span> </strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/el%20profesional.0.jpg"><strong><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/el%20profesional.0.jpg" width="118" border="0" /></strong></a></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">...</span>P A R A...</span></strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>...N U N C A...</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">...S E P A R A R N O S...</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /></strong></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">(El cine ayuda.... y mucho...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">Imperdibles...V de Venganza...El profesional...)</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115199164123114508?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1151814121364490182006-07-01T22:02:00.000-06:002006-07-01T22:22:01.390-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/escuela088.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/200/escuela088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#663366;">¿</span>Acaso <span style="color:#33cc00;">no</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">son</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">ellos</span></span><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;">?</span></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/escuela145.jpg" width="276" border="0" /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">¿</span><span style="color:#993399;">Acaso </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">no</span> son ELLOS <span style="color:#ff6666;">los</span> <span style="color:#33ff33;">que</span> <span style="color:#6600cc;">REPLETAN</span> <span style="color:#ffff00;">mi </span><span style="color:#009900;">alma</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">cada</span> día <span style="color:#3333ff;">?</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></span></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/200/escuela140.jpg" width="189" border="0" /></span></span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115181412136449018?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1151562124114852712006-06-28T23:38:00.000-06:002006-06-30T07:05:10.393-06:00<div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/caradesol.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/caradesol.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Los </span><strong>principios</strong></span> y los <strong>finales... </strong></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong><div align="left"><br /></strong>lo que <strong>siento </strong>y lo que <span style="color:#33cc00;"><strong>he dejado de sentir</strong></span>...</div><div align="left"><br />lo que <span style="color:#ffcc33;"><strong>comienzo </strong></span>y lo que <strong>dejo</strong>...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">el <strong>caos</strong> ...y el <span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>orden</strong></span>...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">...hacer lo que <span style="font-size:180%;">se quiere</span>...lo que <span style="font-size:180%;">se debe</span> ...lo que<span style="font-size:180%;"> se siente</span>...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong> S I E M P R E</strong></span> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left">es sólo sincronía...el orden....es inevitable</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115156212411485271?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1151285657828845992006-06-25T19:21:00.000-06:002006-06-25T19:34:50.300-06:00<strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Si alguien me lo preguntara....podría responder...</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Así...así estoy.</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"></span></strong><br /><p align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6600;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/images.jpg" width="169" border="0" /></span></strong></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"><strong>Por el respeto a mi naturaleza...en cualquier minuto cambio de rumbo...pero sí...ya es tiempo....</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115128565782884599?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1150775688503909102006-06-19T21:50:00.000-06:002006-06-19T22:09:24.330-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Creo <span style="color:#993399;">que </span><span style="color:#33cc00;">ya</span> <span style="color:#ff6666;">es</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">tiempo...</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em><span style="color:#00cccc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/espiga.jpg" border="0" /></span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">( La flexibilidad hace que las cosas no se rompan) </span></em></strong></div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115077568850390910?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1150433869872962982006-06-15T22:31:00.000-06:002006-06-15T23:07:17.056-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Ayer caminaba vestida de todo el <span style="color:#ff0000;">FUEGO</span><span style="color:#993399;">...</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Como <span style="color:#66cccc;">AIRE</span> me dediqué a visitar mil rincones escondidos...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/cuatro%20elementos.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">La <span style="color:#ffcc00;">TIERRA</span> me sostuvo ... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">El <span style="color:#3333ff;">AGUA </span>ahora me limpia...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115043386987296298?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1150162873426484222006-06-12T19:22:00.000-06:002006-06-12T23:04:12.813-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">¿Para qué caminar sola ...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...si es mejor acompañada?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/lluvia.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;">Bajo la lluvia...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">Sintiendo el sol...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">Tomando tu mano...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;">Jugando y riendo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-115016287342648422?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1149436401352235852006-06-04T09:47:00.000-06:002006-06-04T09:53:21.366-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Tampoco </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">me </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">gustan </span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">los hombres</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="font-family:arial;">que no sepan...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/mujer%20que%20vuela.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">V O L A R</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114943640135223585?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1148850727879330972006-05-28T14:59:00.000-06:002006-05-28T15:12:07.893-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/calle.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/calle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">En este puerto <span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">siempre se sube</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">En mi puerto se escalan las esquinas y <span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;">los bordes de precipicio...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Camino zigzagueante</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">que te conduce</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">y te deja</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Aquì </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">mis pasos....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">los torpes y los precisos</span> </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">Aquì</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;">nuevamente</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">me atrevo a caminar </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">sola ....</span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">y en realidad siempre acompañada ....</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114885072787933097?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1147753052548085472006-05-15T21:58:00.000-06:002006-05-15T22:17:32.560-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/construir.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/construir.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Todos <span style="color:#ff6600;">LOS RIESGOS</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">con <span style="color:#990000;">responsabilidad</span></span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/construir%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/construir%202.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(NADA EN EL TINTERO..)</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">C O N S T R U I R</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114775305254808547?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1146795880782031552006-05-04T20:17:00.000-06:002006-05-04T20:24:40.806-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Cuando comience a salir </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">el sol</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">y tapes </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">con las manos</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">tus ojos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/ojo.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Así y todo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">El calor</span> entrará </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">por <span style="color:#ff6600;">entre las rendijas</span> de tus dedos</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114679588078203155?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1145825542001474472006-04-23T14:25:00.000-06:002006-04-23T15:02:59.403-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/sangre.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/sangre.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">Con el dolor de la sangre fresca...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">Con el espacio vacío en mi cuerpo...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">¿Dejarás de existir ?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;">¿Se va con el tiempo todo este hielo?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">A v a n z a r</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">R e t r o c e d e r</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">I n s p i r a r</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Dolor y vacío...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Nunca es demasiado...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">Algo como aire fresco me protege...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Algo como el aire que inhalaste de mi boca. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114582554200147447?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1145169517667721022006-04-16T00:33:00.000-06:002006-04-16T01:16:48.046-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Abres la puerta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;">N U E V A M E N T E</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/puerta.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">No sé si podré dejarte</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">que la cierres tan fácilmente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;">Quiero dejar que la llave se pierda</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;">Y quedarme al otro lado del cerrojo</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;">A D E N T R O</span> </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114516951766772102?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1144894734688047332006-04-12T20:18:00.000-06:002006-04-12T20:18:58.480-06:00<title>suavemente</title>suavemente<br><iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=03-Tr�tame suavemente.mp3&url=http://bufalacris.castpost.com/" width="250" height="40" frameborder="0" scrolling=No></iframe><br>Powered by <a href='http://www.castpost.com'>Castpost</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114489473468804733?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1144815729312371242006-04-11T22:16:00.000-06:002006-04-11T22:56:02.193-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Trátame suavemente (Daniel Melero)</span><span style="color:#ff6666;"></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Alguien me ha dicho que la soledad</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">se esconde tras tus ojos.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Y que tu blusa atora sentimientos,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">que respiras.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Tenés que comprender,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">que no puse tus miedos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Donde están guardados.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Y que no podré quitártelos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Si al hacerlo me desgarras.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Ni contemplarlas sabiamente.</span></div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Quiero que me trates suavemente.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/suavemente.jpg" border="0" /></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Te comportas de acuerdo</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Con lo que te dicta cada momento...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Y esa inconstancia, no es algo heroico</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Es más bien algo enfermo.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">No quiero soñar mil veces las mismas cosas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">Ni contemplarlas sabiamente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><div align="center"><br />Quiero que me trates suavemente</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></span> </div><span style="color:#ff6666;"><div align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/coraz%3F%3Fn.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">Suavemente,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">suavemente,</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">suavemente...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114481572931237124?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1144118844727365682006-04-03T20:35:00.000-06:002006-04-03T21:25:42.896-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/verdad.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="270" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/verdad.jpg" width="130" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Lo importante serìa, estar cada vez màs cercanos a la verdad<br />y estar por encima de los prejuicios que nos confunden...<br /><br />Lo bueno serìa, sentir que no hay pecados<br />y confiar en que la buena voluntad regula todo...<br /><br />La belleza estaría. en creer que hay verdad siempre<br />y luchar por ser, sin vergüenza, lo que uno es...<br /><br />Lo lindo serìa, poder mirarnos ...màs allà de los ojos del miedo... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114411884472736568?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1143519547895898322006-03-27T21:57:00.000-06:002006-03-27T22:33:16.810-06:00<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">Los siete pecados capitales y las virtudes para vencerlas<br /><br />1-</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Soberbia...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span>ante el deseo de alto honor y gloria<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Humildad...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> reconocer que de nosotros mismos solo tenemos la nada y el pecado.<br /><br />2-<span style="color:#cc0000;">Avaricia...</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> ante el deseo de acaparar riquezas<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Generosidad...</span> dar con gusto de lo propio a los pobres y los que necesiten.<br /><br />3- </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Lujuria...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> ante el apetito sexual<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Castidad...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> lograr el dominio de los apetitos sensuales<br /><br />4- </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ira...</span> </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">ante un daño o dificultad<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Paciencia...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> sufrir con paz y serenidad todas las adversidades.<br /><br />5-<span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Gula...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> ante la comida y la bebida<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Templanza...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> moderación en el comer y en el beber<br /><br />6- </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Envidia...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"> </span>resiente las cualidades, bienes o logros de otro porque reducen nuestra auto-estima<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Caridad...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"> desear y hacer siempre el bien al prójimo<br /><br />7- </span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">Pereza...</span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;">el desgano por obrar en el trabajo o por responder a los bienes espirituales<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Diligencia...</span> prontitud de ánimo para obrar el bien<br /><br /><br /><br /></span><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/ocaso.jpg" width="226" border="0" />(Lo siento ......Creo que soy una pecadora )</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114351954789589832?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1142911027172408052006-03-20T21:10:00.000-06:002006-03-21T11:01:35.380-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#990000;">Junto con el otoño...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#990000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;">arrastrando todo lo seco...</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#cc6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;">repartiendo las </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">semillas libremente...</span></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/oto%3F%3Fo%202.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;">Era todo lo que necesitaba</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">La verdad...lo natural...sólo eso</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114291102717240805?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1142481146843990362006-03-15T21:35:00.000-06:002006-03-15T22:06:28.846-06:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/rompecabezas.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/rompecabezas.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#333399;">La vida como un rompecabezas...<br /><br /></span>Las coincidencias...<br />Los destinos...<br />los encuentros...</span></span></span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">cada pieza...<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#000099;">Todo en equilibrio</span><br /><br />Y llega sòlo lo necesario...<br />eso no demora...<br />las piezas ya están...<br /><br />No llega, lo que necesitamos descubrir...<br />Lo que hace aparecer, sólo el coraje<br />Las piezas existen...<br /><br />Sólo falta, agudizar un poco más los sentidos... </span></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">un poco más cada vez.<br /><br />Para terminar escogiendo,</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">sólo las piezas imprescindibles.<br /><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Todo en equilibrio</span><br /><br />Encuentro las piezas,</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">armo un sólo paisaje ...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">pronto...</span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">muy pronto.<br /><br /></span></div><div align="left"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/so??ando(1).jpg"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/so%3F%3Fando%281%29.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#993399;">Sólo aprendo caminando y cruzando todos los ríos...<br /><br /><span style="color:#333399;">Sólo aprendo que todo era necesario...</span><br /><br />Todo es perfecto.<br /><br />Todo en equilibrio. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114248114684399036?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1142047332878882022006-03-10T22:11:00.000-05:002006-03-10T22:22:12.896-05:00<div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Soñar...</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Despierta y deambulando por colores inexistentes</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Soñar...</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Despierta recorriendo lugares de aire y sin tiempo</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Sueño lo que deseo... </span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Deseo lo que sueño...</span> </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">¿A qué hora me despierto?</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/so%3F%3Fando%20pelo.jpg" border="0" /><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">¿A qué hora me despierto....antes que te encuentre?</span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114204733287888202?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1141868595573308662006-03-08T20:17:00.000-05:002006-03-08T21:16:33.986-05:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">C</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">omo cuando somos niños</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">O</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">lvidando las advertencias<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">N</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">unca retrocediendo</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">F</span></span><span style="color:#3366ff;">orjando nuevos caminos<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">I</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">niciando otros<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">A</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">vanzando con y sin miedo<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">N</span><span style="color:#3366ff;">adando sobre las olas</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/confianza.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/confianza.1.jpg" width="266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Z</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">arpando desde estos mares<br /></span><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A</span> </span><span style="color:#66ff99;"><span style="color:#33cc00;">otros desconocidos</span><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">CONFIANZA</span><span style="color:#33cc00;">.....La primera palabra...la ùltima palabra....la gran palabra... </span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114186859557330866?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1141138434344203822006-02-28T09:02:00.000-05:002006-02-28T10:10:03.273-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/grito%20mundo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="123" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/grito%20mundo.jpg" width="370" border="0" /></a>El silencio no existe </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"> <span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /></span>Imposible silenciar las almas y cada una de nuestras luces<br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El silencio no existe </span></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><br /></span>Imposible perder esperanzas en medio de tanta llama encendida por la música </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El silencio no existe </span></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><br /></span>Imposible olvidar que el verdadero poder está en manos de los rockeros </div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/paloma%20paz.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/paloma%20paz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El silencio no existe</span> </div><div align="center"><br />Imposible negar que estamos amarrados al lenguaje de la música y la imagen </div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El silencio no existe </span></div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><div align="center"><br /></span>No hay silencio </div><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/boca%20grito.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El silencio no existe </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><br /></span>No hay nadie que apague las voces<br />No hay nadie capaz ni siquiera de bajar el volumen<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Imposible </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">no comprometerse </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">a pensar sobre lo que significa</div></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/manos%20tiernas.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:180%;"><p align="center"></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Coexistir</span><br /><br /><br />Mis únicos rockeros .....Después de Los Prisioneros....<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">U2 ....excepcional!!!!!!!</span> <br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="color:#000000;">Como diría yo ...otros más </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">sembrando la cizaña....pero de la buena </span></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114113843434420382?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1140809636024428372006-02-24T14:03:00.000-05:002006-02-24T14:42:57.206-05:00<span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Como si <span style="color:#ff6600;">todo </span>hubiera estado predestinado...</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Como si <span style="color:#999900;">marchar lento y con calma</span> fuera la </span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/camino%20norte.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="203" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/camino%20norte.jpg" width="170" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:180%;">fórmula...</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Como si pudiera <span style="color:#cc0000;">siempre </span><span style="color:#ff6600;">regresar </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">despacio</span> a los tiempos en que <span style="color:#ff6600;">reír, <span style="color:#cc0000;">sentir</span>, creer, y </span><span style="color:#cc0000;">amar</span> era más fácil...<br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/salar.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/salar.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Así fue <span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">caminar</span>...</span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;">Así vuelvo ....</span> <br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">Repleta <span style="color:#ff6666;">de</span> <span style="color:#ff6600;">sol</span></span> </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;">Impregnada de <span style="color:#993399;">belleza...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;">Convencida de <span style="color:#ffcc33;">mi verdad</span>...de la única verdad...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Yo misma...</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Sólo queda <span style="color:#993399;">agradecer</span></span><span style="color:#993399;">...</span></span><span style="color:#993399;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-114080963602442837?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1139674508075107292006-02-11T11:02:00.000-05:002006-02-11T11:37:17.540-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/carretera%20curvas%202.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/carretera%20curvas%202.jpg" width="168" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">A caminar <span style="color:#ffcc00;">sin rumbo fijo</span>...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Sin paradas <span style="color:#cc0000;">predeterminadas</span> ...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Deteniéndose en lo <span style="color:#990000;">invisible a los ojos</span> del resto...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">A caminar en <span style="color:#cc0000;">curvas</span> y lineas rectas...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Directo y <span style="color:#ffcc33;">deambulando</span>...<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Con los <span style="color:#993300;">pies del alma</span> y hasta que despeguen de verdad ... </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Como en un <span style="color:#cc0000;">nuevo comienzo</span>...</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">A <span style="color:#ffcc00;">caminar </span>... </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Hasta que el <span style="font-size:100%;">sol</span> <span style="color:#993300;">replete los rincones escondidos</span> de mi pecho... </span><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/coraz??n"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/coraz%3F%3Fn%20sol.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Hasta que la <span style="color:#cc0000;">tierra sienta</span> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">toda la consistencia de mis huesos en la arena...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113967450807510729?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1138848143811825622006-02-01T21:31:00.000-05:002006-02-01T21:53:06.236-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Exprimo</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:180%;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/200/jugo.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Licuo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Bebo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">Refresco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Comienzo el dìa..........</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;color:#009900;">(mi primer auto-regaloneo diario...)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113884814381182562?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1137953441668845852006-01-22T13:00:00.000-05:002006-01-22T13:15:42.136-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/llorando.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="108" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/llorando.jpg" width="163" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">Lloremos por las uñas,<br />por los pies, por los dientes<br />lacios chorros tranquilos<br />de lágrimas salobres,<br />murmurantes arroyos<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">que enternezcan las piedras<br /></span>cataratas de llanto<br />de estruendosos modales. </span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"><div align="center"><br /></div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/llanto.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Lloremos y lloremos,<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Impudorosamente,<br /></span>sin tregua, ni descanso,<br />durante largos años,<br />por más que estalactitas<br />de lágrimas espesas ericen las riberas<br />de nuestros lagrimales.<br /><br />Lloremos, con la lluvia,<br />un llanto monocorde<br />que anegue la codicia,<br />el pasto, las heridas;<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">nos limpie la garganta,<br /></span>el alma, los bolsillos,<br />traspase la tristeza,<br />la angustia, la memoria.<br /><br />Lloremos. ¡Ah! Lloremos<br /><span style="color:#9999ff;">Purificantes lágrimas,<br /></span>hasta ver disolverse<br />el odio, la mentira<br />y lograr algún día<br />-sin los ojos lluviosos- </p><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">v o l v e r a s o n r e í r l e </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">a l a v i d a q u e p a s a<br /></span><br /><br />(De ...A pleno llanto....poema de Oliverio Girondo)<br /></p></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113795344166884585?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1137015354340979632006-01-11T16:16:00.000-05:002006-01-11T20:43:27.226-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">AVANZANDO.... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">con fuerza...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;">segura...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">sin destino claro...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">feliz...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">con el viento limpiando mi cara...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">respirando profundo...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">con màs nitidez...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">que siempre...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">que nunca...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/CORRE%20MONTA%3F%3FA.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">sintiendo cada latido</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113701535434097963?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1136052513342759932005-12-31T12:42:00.000-05:002006-01-17T15:35:35.140-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">El<span style="color:#cc0000;"> amor</span> es una decisión</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/coraz%3F%3Fn%20ronda.4.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">amar</span> o no <span style="color:#cc0000;">amar </span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">esa es la cuestiòn</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/post%20anio%20nuevo.2.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">Yo ya lo decidí...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">amar amar</span> y <span style="color:#cc0000;">amar.......</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/coraz%3F%3Fn%20playa.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">El miedo no sirve</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;">(mi gran descubrimiento)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/coraz%3F%3Fn%20manos.1.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">YA PUEDES <span style="color:#cc0000;">MATARME</span> SI QUIERES.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;">(FELIZ 2006 a los que ya se decidieron...y a los que no también)</span> </span></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113605251334275993?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1135310098653729822005-12-22T22:51:00.000-05:002005-12-22T22:54:58.663-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Encantada</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Entera</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Plena</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Y volando<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/mujer%20flotando.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Sobre las llamas que me sostienen</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113531009865372982?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1134011038413195162005-12-07T21:57:00.000-05:002005-12-07T22:03:58.426-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Caminando sobre llamas</span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/pies%20p%3F%3Ftalos.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;">sin quemarse</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113401103841319516?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1132889037377058242005-11-24T22:19:00.000-05:002005-11-24T22:23:57.406-05:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/ni??itos"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/ni%3F%3Fitos%20mojados.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Definitivamente</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;">era</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"> todo</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"> más</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"> <span style="color:#33cc00;">fácil<br /></span></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113288903737705824?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1132469944057640062005-11-20T01:46:00.002-05:002005-11-20T01:59:04.076-05:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Encontrarse</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Acercarse</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">cada día<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/manos%20gigantes.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sintiéndonos con fuerza</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Volviendo a</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">creer</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Construyendo la verdad</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">que sólo existe en nuestra</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;">delicada </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Libertad</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113246994405764006?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1132029268469586222005-11-14T23:24:00.000-05:002005-11-14T23:34:28.480-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/percal.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/percal.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Para llegar adonde siempre he querido</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>tuve que devolverme en el tiempo...</strong></span></div><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"><a href="http://www.todotango.com/English/biblioteca/letras/letra.asp?idletra=207" target="_blank">Percal</a></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113202926846958622?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1131764231149124662005-11-11T21:29:00.000-05:002005-11-11T21:57:11.226-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/c??rculo"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/c%3F%3Frculo%20de%20piedra.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrar los cìrculos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos todos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrarlos bien</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos de a uno</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrarlos siempre</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos por sobre todas las cosas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerralos sin miedo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos sin rabia</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrarlos con amor</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos con esperanza</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrarlos con delicadeza<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos sin nostalgias<br /></span>Cerrarlos con alegrìa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"><span style="color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos despacio</span><br />Cerrarlos muy fuerte<br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Cerrarlos con paciencia</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Cerrarlos como puedas </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113176423114912466?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1131158368166773802005-11-04T21:28:00.000-05:002005-11-04T21:39:28.176-05:00<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">ME SORPRENDO</span></span></div><span style="color:#339999;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc66;">Así como con la belleza y la bondad de lo natural<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">Así como con la humildad y la inocencia de un niño</div></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/indios.0.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#33cc00;"><p align="center"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">Así me sorprendo con la<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">MUERTE</p></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/camino.0.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#6600cc;"><p align="center"><br /></span>Así me<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">REMECE<br /></span>Y me sumerge en la </p><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">ÚNICA VERDAD</span></div><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><div align="center"><br />Y me doy cuenta que sólo<br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">HOY<br />EXISTO</span><br />Que</div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000000;">HOY<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;">ES NUESTRA ÚNICA CERTEZA</span><br />Siento el <span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">DOLOR</span> de mis <span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">HERMANOS</span> elegidos <img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/manos%20agua.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">AGRADEZCO<br /></span><span style="color:#00cccc;">RESPIRO<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">AGRADEZCO<br /></span><span style="color:#00cccc;">RESPIRO<br /></span><span style="color:#33cc00;">NUEVAMENTE<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113115836816677380?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1130041146044467312005-10-22T22:42:00.000-05:002005-10-22T23:33:27.040-05:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/blog.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Estoy pensando</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">seriamente</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">en invertir</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">en una casa rodante…</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">Elegir <span style="color:#009900;">habitar</span> un lugar</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">creo que debe ser</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">una decisión asociada</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;">a la <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">necesidad de no pertenecer</span>…..<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">“Las casitas del Barrio Alto</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">con rejas y antejardin,</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">una preciosa entrada de autos</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">esperando un Peugeot.</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">Hay rosadas, verdecitas,</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">blanquitas y celestitas,</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">las casitas del Barrio Alto</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">todas hechas con resipol.</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">Y las gentes de las casitas</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;">se sonríen y se visitan……..”</span></em></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em><span style="color:#330033;"></span><br /></em></span><span style="color:#009900;">Y ahora acostumbran intercambiar<br />comentarios tan relevantes<br />como cuantas UF costo tu casa<br />y a cual SPA eliges ir….</span></span><br /></div></span><span style="color:#009900;"></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">Me declaro contraria<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">A los condominios<br />A los Club house<br />A los accesos controlados<br />Y a las areas verdes perfectas</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#009900;">sin caca de perros</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Me quedo sin duda alguna<br />Con el barrio,<br />Con el “negocio de la esquina”<br />Con el perro sin dueño<br />Con los cabros chicos pichangeando los domingos en tu puerta<br />con el olor a mierda y a basura<br /><span style="color:#009900;">Viva la vecindad!!!</span></span></span></span><span style="color:#330033;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-113004114604446731?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1128883344658718242005-10-09T13:05:00.000-05:002005-10-09T13:51:11.436-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/derroche23.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/400/derroche23.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/1600/derroche21.jpg"></a></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Con todo........</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>desde el acantilado màs alto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>las alas màs abiertas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>el cielo me rodea.</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Con todo........</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>y sin miedo al vacìo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>desnuda</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>siento el hielo</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>lanzando todas las flores</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>desde mi pecho</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>y mi boca.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Y me dicen que el derroche no existe....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>que se acaba con lo años.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Y respondo que soy capaz de abandonarme......</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>y perderme</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>por latir màs fuerte cada dìa.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Que el derroche existe.....</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>que el derroche es razòn<br />que no existe otra forma.<br />Que espero verte algùn dìa<br />l a n z a r t e<br />desde el acantilado màs alto....<br />n u e v a m e n t e</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-112888334465871824?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17293199.post-1128060754017148962005-09-30T00:04:00.000-06:002005-09-30T00:42:58.346-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>En ocasiones pienso que no estoy en <span style="color:#993399;">crisis</span>...</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis </span>de la adolescencia,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la de los 18 ,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la de los 21 ,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis</span> de la entrada a la universidad,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la de el adulto joven, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis</span> de la entrada al mundo laboral, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis</span> de la disconformidad laboral de los 30, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis</span> de la soledad</strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><strong> después de los 30,</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>la <span style="color:#993399;">crisis </span>que viene....</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>...la de los 40 ,</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>etc. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>etc. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:100%;">etc.</span></div></strong></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"><strong><p align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></strong></span><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/531/1664/320/grito1.jpg" width="157" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>En ocasiones ....</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>pero sólo en ocasiones ,pienso que por lo menos las he superado jajajaja...</strong></span> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17293199-112806075401714896?l=bufalacris.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Cristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08698686987769840755noreply@blogger.com16