tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75433955689991786982011-07-31T05:48:18.841+02:00mis otras cosasVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-63554361932583500682010-05-17T03:44:00.001+02:002010-05-17T03:50:15.301+02:00Aliento<div align="center">Noche oscura que cubre los sueños</div><div align="center">mientras el alba llega</div><div align="center">para iluminar nuestros cuerpos</div><div align="center">que enredados bajo las sabanas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/S_CfUPmhVUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LbIr-UfgTm0/s1600/mercadillo+y+espana+008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/S_CfUPmhVUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/LbIr-UfgTm0/s200/mercadillo+y+espana+008.jpg" width="200" wt="true" /></a></div><div align="center">llenan de gemidos el despertar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-6355436193258350068?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-17003421175186636542010-05-17T03:30:00.000+02:002010-05-17T03:30:24.433+02:00Esperanza<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/S_CY6AoVFtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u-hwxiVpl_Q/s1600/voluntariado5-257x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/S_CY6AoVFtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/u-hwxiVpl_Q/s200/voluntariado5-257x300.jpg" width="171" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Llena de ti, de norte a sur</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Perdida en ti, viva y muerta.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">En cada beso me encuentro y nazco, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">empapada en tu esencia vivo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Esperando de nuevo renacer.</div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-1700342117518663654?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-53761473904289523212009-12-01T02:16:00.000+01:002009-12-01T02:16:23.622+01:00Complices<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SxRtr7H5TJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3tW9TbAiPgY/s1600/3sat_20061101_0107(3).bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SxRtr7H5TJI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3tW9TbAiPgY/s200/3sat_20061101_0107(3).bmp" yr="true" /></a><br /></div>Complice que ríe la respuesta no preguntada<br />manos que alcanzan lo que no tocan<br />ojos que ven lo que la mirada no encuentra.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-5376147390428952321?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-63462285384294512282009-10-14T22:09:00.000+02:002009-10-14T22:09:08.415+02:00Mit ohne mit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/StYuZVQGE1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hniyb0l-ym8/s1600-h/PICT0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/StYuZVQGE1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Hniyb0l-ym8/s200/PICT0043.JPG" /></a><br /></div>Sin ti <br />sin tus <br />sin mis.<br />Manos que no alcanzan<br />gritos que no llegan<br />besos que no calman<br />miradas sin vida<br />caricias forzadas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Viste me de fuego<br />quema me en tus brazos<br />apaga me en tu cuerpo<br />duerme en mi regazo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-6346228538429451228?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-5091820205206270872009-10-14T21:54:00.000+02:002009-10-14T21:54:06.879+02:00Sturm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/StYoMSxyM4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vfwU95vR84Y/s1600-h/tormenta1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/StYoMSxyM4I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vfwU95vR84Y/s200/tormenta1%5B1%5D.jpg" /></a><br /></div>De los vientos las caricias<br />de tu boca los susurros.<br />Tus manos que se vuelven viento.<br />Los susurros tormenta<br />viento, calma y tempestad<br />de tu boca de tus manos en mis senos<br />cuerpo a cuerpo<br />cara a cara<br />poco a poco<br />va cediendo hasta que la calma reina.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-509182020520627087?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-18636812373717589692009-10-04T18:32:00.001+02:002009-10-04T18:47:12.689+02:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsjNu1huuwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3xw92O5tiIw/s1600-h/Photo-0187.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsjNu1huuwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3xw92O5tiIw/s200/Photo-0187.jpg" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">De tu deseo alimento el mio</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">de tu inseguridad mis miedos </span></em></strong><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">y de tus sonrisas mis alegria.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-1863681237371758969?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-25497178338531698812009-10-01T23:21:00.004+02:002009-10-04T18:46:12.537+02:00Posesión<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsUdJ6BkjBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sFCfDUsVEu8/s1600-h/100_1708.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsUdJ6BkjBI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/sFCfDUsVEu8/s200/100_1708.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Silencio...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Que no oigan tu cálido respirar</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">cierra los ojos, </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">oculta lo que ellos encierran.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Cubre tus labios, para que nadie desee besarlos...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">y solo yo sacie mi sed en ellos.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-2549717833853169881?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-46732958080139308602009-09-29T11:53:00.002+02:002009-10-04T18:47:46.033+02:00Para Mila<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsHYT_ghAWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KUkmxGg0AIY/s1600-h/Metropolis.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsHYT_ghAWI/AAAAAAAAAEg/KUkmxGg0AIY/s200/Metropolis.jpg" /></a><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Que las ciudades te abracen </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">a ti y a tus sueños.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Que sus puertas se abran </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">para acogerte.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Que sus techos te protejan </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">y sus ventanas te enseñen</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">tus horizontes.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-4673295808013930860?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-29945896135319935762009-09-26T10:49:00.002+02:002009-10-04T18:48:09.670+02:00Sin ti<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/Sr3Swbt6YrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X4S1iHwPA0c/s1600-h/Imagen003+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/Sr3Swbt6YrI/AAAAAAAAAD4/X4S1iHwPA0c/s200/Imagen003+(2).jpg" /></a><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">El miedo me acecha cuando te vas.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Miedo...que tu piel no queme la mía</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">que tus besos no calmen mis ansias</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">tus manos no recorran mi cuerpo</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">ni tus ojos busquen los mios.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Entre el miedo de perderte y el de olvidarte</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">no se con cual quedarme.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-2994589613531993576?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-55196860883819883232009-09-12T12:15:00.004+02:002009-10-04T18:48:33.200+02:00Tu<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsjMDq7G5GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sJzixBAGCGY/s1600-h/boca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsjMDq7G5GI/AAAAAAAAAFg/sJzixBAGCGY/s320/boca.jpg" /></a><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Pegada a tu boca... </span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">me pierdo.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Que a donde me llevas ...</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">voy.</span></em></strong><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Por llanuras y abismos</span></em></strong><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">colgada en tu mirada estoy.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-5519686088381988323?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-69612497365600320392009-09-11T00:09:00.002+02:002009-10-04T18:49:01.319+02:00La culpa la tiene tu entrada<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/Sql4qRgJ9iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Shk2wu85g3o/s1600-h/Imagen021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/Sql4qRgJ9iI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Shk2wu85g3o/s200/Imagen021.jpg" /></span></em></strong></a><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">El verano se esconde en mi piel</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">que sin vergüenza busca la tuya </span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">y sin miedo de recordar....</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">cuanto te deseo.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-6961249736560032039?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-69802342486491893812009-09-10T23:15:00.002+02:002009-10-04T18:49:28.052+02:00Tejados<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SqlsL73DkTI/AAAAAAAAADI/m5URWqFnzCY/s1600-h/PICT00718.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SqlsL73DkTI/AAAAAAAAADI/m5URWqFnzCY/s200/PICT00718.JPG" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">He acostumbrado mis ojos, a esos tejados.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Cálidos y acogedores.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Como los brazos del amor que extraño.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">En la penumbra, espero que la tarde caiga</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">y acaricie mis ojos con sus colores violetas…</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Recordando el sabor de los momentos con él vividos.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Sus cabezas canas por la nieve</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">se hacen sentir tranquilas como la vejez. </span></em></strong><br /><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Imperturbables ante el fuego del Amor y el dolor de su perdida.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-6980234248649189381?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7543395568999178698.post-38603158563439406992009-09-09T22:34:00.003+02:002009-10-04T18:49:49.893+02:00Calles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsHdLwlT8iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VFP1gwNCmXg/s1600-h/PICT0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" iq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J3CQuUHa6AY/SsHdLwlT8iI/AAAAAAAAAEo/VFP1gwNCmXg/s200/PICT0016.JPG" /></a><br /></div><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Las silenciosas y oscuras calles de la madrugada, inundan mi mente, de recuerdos no vividos aun, o quizás hace cientos de años.</span></em></strong><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">Caminarlas, es como repetir los pasos que ya di.Y saborear de nuevo en ese silencio, mil imagenes y sonidos, que salen del interior.</span></em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7543395568999178698-3860315856343940699?l=dupinaurore.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13456632126269741061noreply@blogger.com1