<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111</id><updated>2011-11-24T20:57:48.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Belen</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>720</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-726744246033731468</id><published>2010-09-11T11:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T11:16:35.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No quise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIurIyNh2JI/AAAAAAAACbY/Rxa6n9oRXSc/s1600/no+quise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515690336051124370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIurIyNh2JI/AAAAAAAACbY/Rxa6n9oRXSc/s400/no+quise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No quise ser un muchacho con pantalones ajustados y chaqueta corta. Pero lo hice para protegerte. No quise ser una monja de clausura con votos de silencio, pero lo hice para protegerme. Todo lo que he querido y quiero ser es tu compañera clara...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-726744246033731468?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/726744246033731468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=726744246033731468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/726744246033731468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/726744246033731468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2010/09/no-quise.html' title='No quise...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIurIyNh2JI/AAAAAAAACbY/Rxa6n9oRXSc/s72-c/no+quise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3011427741729014958</id><published>2010-09-07T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T11:54:46.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no me interesas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIZuPZw80HI/AAAAAAAACbQ/bVhpyeqp-ZE/s1600/PULSERA-PLATA-CORAZON-3-123614_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514216004655042674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIZuPZw80HI/AAAAAAAACbQ/bVhpyeqp-ZE/s400/PULSERA-PLATA-CORAZON-3-123614_L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayer fue 6, y todavía no tengo mi pulsera. Ya no la quiero. Olvídate de mí, olvídate que alguna vez creí amarte porque lo cierto es que ya no me interesas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3011427741729014958?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3011427741729014958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3011427741729014958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3011427741729014958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3011427741729014958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2010/09/ya-no-me-interesas.html' title='Ya no me interesas'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TIZuPZw80HI/AAAAAAAACbQ/bVhpyeqp-ZE/s72-c/PULSERA-PLATA-CORAZON-3-123614_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7042432083803407695</id><published>2010-08-25T11:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T11:26:07.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/THVD7GJDu6I/AAAAAAAACbI/CTIcFM1pDQU/s1600/Tiempo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509384401697618850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/THVD7GJDu6I/AAAAAAAACbI/CTIcFM1pDQU/s400/Tiempo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sé lo que estás haciendo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;estás huyendo de mí,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero no te servirá de nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7042432083803407695?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7042432083803407695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7042432083803407695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7042432083803407695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7042432083803407695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2010/08/se.html' title='Sé'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/THVD7GJDu6I/AAAAAAAACbI/CTIcFM1pDQU/s72-c/Tiempo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5615699023533759200</id><published>2010-08-08T12:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:54:57.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cambio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TF81lS9LR4I/AAAAAAAACbA/9VDrQ44i0ao/s1600/nosotros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TF81lS9LR4I/AAAAAAAACbA/9VDrQ44i0ao/s400/nosotros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503176184529897346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hace años optamos por cambiar el nosotros por el yo. Pero tú te metiste tanto en el mi,  mío que ya ni fuiste capaz de reconocerme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5615699023533759200?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5615699023533759200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5615699023533759200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5615699023533759200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5615699023533759200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2010/08/cambio.html' title='Cambio'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/TF81lS9LR4I/AAAAAAAACbA/9VDrQ44i0ao/s72-c/nosotros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8126631843590365098</id><published>2009-12-18T10:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:37:52.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>De tu boca...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Syuv1e0gGVI/AAAAAAAACa4/9L0yeUEJ4l4/s1600-h/De+tu+boca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 89px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416616310184352082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Syuv1e0gGVI/AAAAAAAACa4/9L0yeUEJ4l4/s400/De+tu+boca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De tu boca sólo quise palabras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Y no las últimas que dijiste destrozando mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos, miradas luminosas, pero ya no me quieres mirar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8126631843590365098?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8126631843590365098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8126631843590365098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8126631843590365098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8126631843590365098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-tu-boca.html' title='De tu boca...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Syuv1e0gGVI/AAAAAAAACa4/9L0yeUEJ4l4/s72-c/De+tu+boca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2912164218312431752</id><published>2009-11-06T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:31:32.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Como un suspiro. ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2912164218312431752?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2912164218312431752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2912164218312431752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2912164218312431752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2912164218312431752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/11/como-un-suspiro.html' title='Como un suspiro. ..'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5314579257852446377</id><published>2009-11-04T10:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:37:12.604-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auténtico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SvGtqYieTHI/AAAAAAAACaw/nrcR0N3XWiY/s1600-h/Da%C3%B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400288371847089266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SvGtqYieTHI/AAAAAAAACaw/nrcR0N3XWiY/s400/Da%C3%B1o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguna vez te dije que te admiraba porque eres auténtico,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoy me doy cuenta de que sí, eres auténtico,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero un auténtico cobarde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que escapas de mi vida para no hacerme daño...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5314579257852446377?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5314579257852446377/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5314579257852446377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5314579257852446377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5314579257852446377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/11/autentico.html' title='Auténtico...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SvGtqYieTHI/AAAAAAAACaw/nrcR0N3XWiY/s72-c/Da%C3%B1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1765546204133748773</id><published>2009-10-28T12:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:48:46.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi opinión...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuyUPT20QFI/AAAAAAAACao/atEAARx5XDA/s1600-h/entereza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 84px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398853044059521106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuyUPT20QFI/AAAAAAAACao/atEAARx5XDA/s400/entereza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agobiado, probablemente por tu falta de entereza&lt;br /&gt;o demasiada mota,&lt;br /&gt;pierdes la brillante oportunidad de tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;de conocer la verdad, el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Claro, esa es mi opinión…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1765546204133748773?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1765546204133748773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1765546204133748773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1765546204133748773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1765546204133748773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-opinion.html' title='Mi opinión...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuyUPT20QFI/AAAAAAAACao/atEAARx5XDA/s72-c/entereza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7221975615999457676</id><published>2009-10-27T16:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:05:04.185-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprendo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sud8iRquZcI/AAAAAAAACag/ioKtG4ZeH-g/s1600-h/Comprendo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397419606726829506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sud8iRquZcI/AAAAAAAACag/ioKtG4ZeH-g/s400/Comprendo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las personas llegan a tu vida con una lección.&lt;br /&gt;no la que tú quieres aprender,&lt;br /&gt;sino la que necesitas.&lt;br /&gt;es importante reconocerlas,&lt;br /&gt;para aprenderlas y seguir adelante,&lt;br /&gt;no estancarte.&lt;br /&gt;Comprendo cuál fue tu misión en mi vida&lt;br /&gt;y te agradezco por ello.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7221975615999457676?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7221975615999457676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7221975615999457676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7221975615999457676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7221975615999457676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/comprendo.html' title='Comprendo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sud8iRquZcI/AAAAAAAACag/ioKtG4ZeH-g/s72-c/Comprendo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2560628709931669394</id><published>2009-10-22T12:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T12:58:11.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elijo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuCdHV5mgrI/AAAAAAAACaY/2SLpOqFTgq4/s1600-h/incapaCIDAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395485103053243058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuCdHV5mgrI/AAAAAAAACaY/2SLpOqFTgq4/s400/incapaCIDAD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me cansé de compadecerme a mi misma,&lt;br /&gt;elijo luchar contra la adversidad (o cuando menos tolerarla),&lt;br /&gt;relacionarme con personas que no me compadezcan,&lt;br /&gt;no sientan lástima por mi,&lt;br /&gt;no me obliguen a compadecerme.&lt;br /&gt;La vida es como es.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2560628709931669394?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2560628709931669394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2560628709931669394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2560628709931669394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2560628709931669394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/elijo.html' title='Elijo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SuCdHV5mgrI/AAAAAAAACaY/2SLpOqFTgq4/s72-c/incapaCIDAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4972256862824759796</id><published>2009-10-20T18:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:59:51.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Enamorada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/St5OtJVFnLI/AAAAAAAACaQ/G1tvaAsSM74/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 126px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394835941141879986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/St5OtJVFnLI/AAAAAAAACaQ/G1tvaAsSM74/s400/Amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando acepté que estaba enamorada&lt;br /&gt;comencé a escribirte…&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que nunca lo leerías&lt;br /&gt;comencé a desgranar una a una las perlas&lt;br /&gt;que me hiciste albergar en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no estabas listo para conocerlas.&lt;br /&gt;Y todavía no sé si algún día lo estarás.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4972256862824759796?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4972256862824759796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4972256862824759796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4972256862824759796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4972256862824759796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/enamorada.html' title='Enamorada...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/St5OtJVFnLI/AAAAAAAACaQ/G1tvaAsSM74/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4419741331184105731</id><published>2009-10-13T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:25:38.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cometa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/StSp7RgMsHI/AAAAAAAACaI/EoC-Mh4_Zj4/s1600-h/Cometa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392121489645154418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/StSp7RgMsHI/AAAAAAAACaI/EoC-Mh4_Zj4/s400/Cometa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si esto es un vendaval me haré cometa.&lt;br /&gt;dí que esto es sólo una canción&lt;br /&gt;y caeré rendida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4419741331184105731?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4419741331184105731/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4419741331184105731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4419741331184105731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4419741331184105731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/cometa.html' title='Cometa...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/StSp7RgMsHI/AAAAAAAACaI/EoC-Mh4_Zj4/s72-c/Cometa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6698630968503530724</id><published>2009-10-09T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T18:28:39.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No has tenido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss_HAQ5HFwI/AAAAAAAACaA/bms7CoUJ0vo/s1600-h/Madre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390746086334207746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss_HAQ5HFwI/AAAAAAAACaA/bms7CoUJ0vo/s400/Madre.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No has tenido…&lt;br /&gt;Un almuerzo de domingo con toda tu familia,&lt;br /&gt;un regalo de cumpleaños engalanado con un beso de tu madre,&lt;br /&gt;ni el regaño y procupación de tu madre tras tu primera noche de borrachera.&lt;br /&gt;Ella se fue demasiado pronto para que la disfrutaras.&lt;br /&gt;Como sucedió con la madre de tu hijo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6698630968503530724?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6698630968503530724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6698630968503530724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6698630968503530724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6698630968503530724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-has-tenido.html' title='No has tenido...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss_HAQ5HFwI/AAAAAAAACaA/bms7CoUJ0vo/s72-c/Madre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1557406565413787194</id><published>2009-10-09T11:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:15:24.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss9sLUlJesI/AAAAAAAACZ4/mwjtw40wsVI/s1600-h/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390646220744653506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss9sLUlJesI/AAAAAAAACZ4/mwjtw40wsVI/s400/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sueños que ya no tengo…&lt;br /&gt;enamorarnos,&lt;br /&gt;compartir un espacio contigo,&lt;br /&gt;en tu alma y uno físico,&lt;br /&gt;tener a tu hija…&lt;br /&gt;fueron sólo sueños… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1557406565413787194?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1557406565413787194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1557406565413787194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1557406565413787194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1557406565413787194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/suenos.html' title='Sueños...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ss9sLUlJesI/AAAAAAAACZ4/mwjtw40wsVI/s72-c/Sue%C3%B1os.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4066895379721002655</id><published>2009-10-03T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T10:30:23.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inmovilizada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ssdt-JwICbI/AAAAAAAACZw/FioO1rxg27U/s1600-h/feliz+cumple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 131px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 98px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388396393709177266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ssdt-JwICbI/AAAAAAAACZw/FioO1rxg27U/s400/feliz+cumple.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inmovilizada, así me siento al no poder hablar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrarnos después de tantos años&lt;br /&gt;¿y no poder decirte siquiera “¡Feliz cumpleaños!”?&lt;br /&gt;Un poco injusto, ¿no?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4066895379721002655?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4066895379721002655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4066895379721002655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4066895379721002655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4066895379721002655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/10/inmovilizada.html' title='Inmovilizada...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Ssdt-JwICbI/AAAAAAAACZw/FioO1rxg27U/s72-c/feliz+cumple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2611597837980966965</id><published>2009-09-14T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:02:21.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estrellas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sq71Sm2GY3I/AAAAAAAACZo/LLBY2DkVoBk/s1600-h/estrellas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381508304768230258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sq71Sm2GY3I/AAAAAAAACZo/LLBY2DkVoBk/s400/estrellas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi maestro me dijo una vez:&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas son los sueños de las luces.&lt;br /&gt;No hay estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;las luces no están soñando.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2611597837980966965?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2611597837980966965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2611597837980966965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2611597837980966965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2611597837980966965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/09/estrellas.html' title='Estrellas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sq71Sm2GY3I/AAAAAAAACZo/LLBY2DkVoBk/s72-c/estrellas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3517215757264909474</id><published>2009-09-07T15:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T15:09:57.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SqVogv1CtGI/AAAAAAAACZY/ksNlxYSYqs8/s1600-h/chica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378820241767969890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SqVogv1CtGI/AAAAAAAACZY/ksNlxYSYqs8/s400/chica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus ojos verdes brillan cuando me miras,&lt;br /&gt;tus arrumacos me hacen temblar de emoción.&lt;br /&gt;El contraste de tu cabello negro y brillante&lt;br /&gt;con tus rasgos mortecinos es maravilloso.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando entras a mi cuarto&lt;br /&gt;tus ágiles movimientos denotan sorpresa ante el hallazgo.&lt;br /&gt;Tan dulce eres al prestarte a mi caricia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3517215757264909474?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3517215757264909474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3517215757264909474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3517215757264909474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3517215757264909474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/09/tus-ojos-verdes-brillan-cuando-me-miras.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SqVogv1CtGI/AAAAAAAACZY/ksNlxYSYqs8/s72-c/chica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2648831612159530076</id><published>2009-09-04T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:10:14.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desvio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sqad1_h7VII/AAAAAAAACZg/x53PQm_cVWI/s1600-h/Luces.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379160355852997762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sqad1_h7VII/AAAAAAAACZg/x53PQm_cVWI/s400/Luces.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desviarte del camino te trae demora y dolor,&lt;br /&gt;no sólo por los pasos que no debiste dar,&lt;br /&gt;sino para encontrar la senda nuevamente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2648831612159530076?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2648831612159530076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2648831612159530076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2648831612159530076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2648831612159530076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/09/desvio.html' title='Desvio...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sqad1_h7VII/AAAAAAAACZg/x53PQm_cVWI/s72-c/Luces.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7672387563649782785</id><published>2009-08-27T22:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:46:23.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpdSrCZiE5I/AAAAAAAACZQ/tVuvXOGjBuE/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 78px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374855579621790610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpdSrCZiE5I/AAAAAAAACZQ/tVuvXOGjBuE/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No tengo un anillo piramidal como Eléa&lt;br /&gt;ni fui designada desde niña, como ella.&lt;br /&gt;Mas disfruto de la abundancia de manera continua&lt;br /&gt;y fui designada desde el principio de los tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;teniendo la certeza de que “pronto volveremos a estar juntos”.&lt;br /&gt;Por milésima vez estoy leyendo mi libro favorito, La noche de los tiempos,&lt;br /&gt;de René Barjavel, y descubro en él cosas que antes no había notado&lt;br /&gt;pues de seguro no estaba lista para comprenderlas.&lt;br /&gt;“Soy de Paikan" Decía Eléa orgullosamente.Y yo digo “soy de él”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7672387563649782785?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7672387563649782785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7672387563649782785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7672387563649782785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7672387563649782785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-tengo-un-anillo-piramidal-como-elea.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpdSrCZiE5I/AAAAAAAACZQ/tVuvXOGjBuE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-812691052647535089</id><published>2009-08-26T12:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T12:56:49.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Te extraño...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpV2uIaGqqI/AAAAAAAACZI/avn7fQFpRgE/s1600-h/angelparaiso.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374332265239587490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpV2uIaGqqI/AAAAAAAACZI/avn7fQFpRgE/s400/angelparaiso.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Creí que podía elegir.&lt;br /&gt;Fue la curiosidad la que me impulsó,&lt;br /&gt;el “¿qué pasaría si…?”,&lt;br /&gt;pero no me dí cuenta que la elección implicaba&lt;br /&gt;perder mis sueños más valiosos.&lt;br /&gt;Y desde entonces, ya nada fue igual&lt;br /&gt;¡te extraño tanto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-812691052647535089?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/812691052647535089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=812691052647535089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/812691052647535089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/812691052647535089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/te-extrano.html' title='Te extraño...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SpV2uIaGqqI/AAAAAAAACZI/avn7fQFpRgE/s72-c/angelparaiso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5840675368563305608</id><published>2009-08-18T11:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:29:23.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Llegó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SowoTnRUlKI/AAAAAAAACZA/VQ74axENd7s/s1600-h/Luz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371712772970419362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SowoTnRUlKI/AAAAAAAACZA/VQ74axENd7s/s400/Luz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La comprensión simplemente llegó a mi.&lt;br /&gt;una voz interior me dijo:&lt;br /&gt;dejaste de trabajar en tus sueños,&lt;br /&gt;cuando todo parecía gris&lt;br /&gt;fuiste feliz, sembraste con ahínco las luces.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que todo está bien&lt;br /&gt;ya no lo haces.&lt;br /&gt;Tus sueños son como luces&lt;br /&gt;que marcan tu senda.&lt;br /&gt;¡Trabaja en ellos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5840675368563305608?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5840675368563305608/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5840675368563305608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5840675368563305608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5840675368563305608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/llego.html' title='Llegó...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SowoTnRUlKI/AAAAAAAACZA/VQ74axENd7s/s72-c/Luz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2882656293349472529</id><published>2009-08-14T11:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:59:34.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Juzga por ellos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoWX2CZGVHI/AAAAAAAACY4/lzGap-lXvRU/s1600-h/Despedidas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369865085320057970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoWX2CZGVHI/AAAAAAAACY4/lzGap-lXvRU/s400/Despedidas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si te dicen que te aman&lt;br /&gt;no sólo escuches, por más bellas palabras que utilicen.&lt;br /&gt;Mira los hechos&lt;br /&gt;Y juzga por ellos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2882656293349472529?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2882656293349472529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2882656293349472529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2882656293349472529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2882656293349472529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/juzga-por-ellos.html' title='Juzga por ellos...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoWX2CZGVHI/AAAAAAAACY4/lzGap-lXvRU/s72-c/Despedidas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8009418526801220620</id><published>2009-08-13T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:24:24.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Por tu bien...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoRoTlTu0tI/AAAAAAAACYw/IjYf7agHNF4/s1600-h/MUJER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369531341374149330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoRoTlTu0tI/AAAAAAAACYw/IjYf7agHNF4/s400/MUJER.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El hombre es básicamente bueno, cuando encuentra que puede dañar a alguien, simplemente se aleja.&lt;br /&gt;¿Te has sentido abandonado o rechazado alguna vez?&lt;br /&gt;Alégrate, fue por tu bien.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8009418526801220620?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8009418526801220620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8009418526801220620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8009418526801220620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8009418526801220620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-tu-bien.html' title='Por tu bien...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SoRoTlTu0tI/AAAAAAAACYw/IjYf7agHNF4/s72-c/MUJER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8744054977845854327</id><published>2009-08-06T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:35:24.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Señales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SnurZtlENyI/AAAAAAAACYo/qYVheSsCkgw/s1600-h/untitledkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367071839162218274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SnurZtlENyI/AAAAAAAACYo/qYVheSsCkgw/s400/untitledkj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debes reconocer las señales, seguir tu intuición&lt;br /&gt;y no arrepentirte después de no haber hecho lo que tu corazón te dicta.&lt;br /&gt;Si se siente bien… ¡hazlo! No puede haber nada malo en ello.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando creí que iba a morir, no me pesaba lo que sí había hecho,&lt;br /&gt;Sino lo que quería hacer pero nunca hice,&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras que quería decir y no me atreví.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8744054977845854327?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8744054977845854327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8744054977845854327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8744054977845854327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8744054977845854327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/seales.html' title='Señales...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SnurZtlENyI/AAAAAAAACYo/qYVheSsCkgw/s72-c/untitledkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3820714835348978993</id><published>2009-08-04T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:03:50.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfruta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Snh30kfGXEI/AAAAAAAACYY/GVe5nReVlHc/s1600-h/Rosas+blancas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 115px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366170701042965570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Snh30kfGXEI/AAAAAAAACYY/GVe5nReVlHc/s400/Rosas+blancas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disfruta lo más que puedas del AHORA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues en algún momento ya no existirá,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;las rosas se marchitarán,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;la relación acabará,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el niño crecerá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y sólo quedará tu recuerdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3820714835348978993?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3820714835348978993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3820714835348978993&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3820714835348978993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3820714835348978993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/08/disfruta.html' title='Disfruta...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Snh30kfGXEI/AAAAAAAACYY/GVe5nReVlHc/s72-c/Rosas+blancas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4042061871462383970</id><published>2009-07-28T12:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T12:53:27.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm866YMDH-I/AAAAAAAACYQ/vx2lVcpcuzg/s1600-h/Pasado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363570455821361122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm866YMDH-I/AAAAAAAACYQ/vx2lVcpcuzg/s400/Pasado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus ojos relucían cuando me besabas,&lt;br /&gt;era tu piel mi piel cuando me amabas,&lt;br /&gt;destellos de luz iluminaban tu risa&lt;br /&gt;cuando me mirabas.&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque sigue sucediendo hoy&lt;br /&gt;eso es el pasado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4042061871462383970?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4042061871462383970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4042061871462383970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4042061871462383970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4042061871462383970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/pasado.html' title='Pasado...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm866YMDH-I/AAAAAAAACYQ/vx2lVcpcuzg/s72-c/Pasado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4906216150078022553</id><published>2009-07-27T20:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T22:53:12.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm5YBA3SvzI/AAAAAAAACYI/JQGwgPTjICA/s1600-h/par.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363320980679868210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm5YBA3SvzI/AAAAAAAACYI/JQGwgPTjICA/s400/par.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy profundamente enamorada de ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas no soy correspondida.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Necesito apartarte de mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;para poder respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Así que he decidído no llamarte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tratar de no pensar en ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sólo por hoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(como Alcohólicos Anónimos),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a ver si así me quito esta adicción.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tengo la certeza de que esto también pasará...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero al pensar en nuestro pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;llegan a mi destellos de luz brillante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;tan plausibles hace pocas semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Esto también pasará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4906216150078022553?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4906216150078022553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4906216150078022553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4906216150078022553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4906216150078022553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/estoy.html' title='Estoy...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm5YBA3SvzI/AAAAAAAACYI/JQGwgPTjICA/s72-c/par.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2516058199994592816</id><published>2009-07-27T10:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:26:40.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Cómo...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm3G3hNH66I/AAAAAAAACYA/Ku8cvrYhyPg/s1600-h/Mirada+oculta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 143px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363161388376648610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm3G3hNH66I/AAAAAAAACYA/Ku8cvrYhyPg/s400/Mirada+oculta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo crees que podamos ser amigos?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos falta lo imprescindible: confianza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tú me crees una exhibicionista,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yo te llamo ególatra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lo sumo podemos ser conocidos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2516058199994592816?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2516058199994592816/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2516058199994592816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2516058199994592816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2516058199994592816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/como.html' title='¿Cómo...?'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sm3G3hNH66I/AAAAAAAACYA/Ku8cvrYhyPg/s72-c/Mirada+oculta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1912563084760642471</id><published>2009-07-25T21:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:05:42.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Y dices...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Smu6Fyw6OAI/AAAAAAAACX4/D4Z29OrX-V8/s1600-h/Fuego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362584390003734530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Smu6Fyw6OAI/AAAAAAAACX4/D4Z29OrX-V8/s400/Fuego2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y dices que no eres egoísta.&lt;br /&gt;Si pensaras en mi, harías cosas que me complazcan.&lt;br /&gt;Me sorprenderías con un gran ramo de rosas,&lt;br /&gt;elegirías los portarretratos más hermosos&lt;br /&gt;y te llevarías tus cosas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sí, ya sé que me equivoco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero, tal vez, el equivocado seas tú,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;si quiero que te lleves tus cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;¿no será porque pienso que son de utiliidad para ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;mientras que aquí sólo se están llenando de polvo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1912563084760642471?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1912563084760642471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1912563084760642471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1912563084760642471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1912563084760642471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-dices.html' title='Y dices...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Smu6Fyw6OAI/AAAAAAAACX4/D4Z29OrX-V8/s72-c/Fuego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8071919378197993716</id><published>2009-07-25T15:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:00:47.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmtyZscYp5I/AAAAAAAACXw/_s9VRaY1BPs/s1600-h/Dream.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 397px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362505567067219858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmtyZscYp5I/AAAAAAAACXw/_s9VRaY1BPs/s400/Dream.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La magia continúa ocurriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero hacer algo, pero no sale,&lt;br /&gt;comprendo que no es el momento.&lt;br /&gt;No es algoo nuevo, siempre me ha pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Lo nuevo es la comprensión.&lt;br /&gt;Mi intuición sigue marcándome el camino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8071919378197993716?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8071919378197993716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8071919378197993716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8071919378197993716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8071919378197993716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-magia-continua-ocurriendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmtyZscYp5I/AAAAAAAACXw/_s9VRaY1BPs/s72-c/Dream.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3399932036635187587</id><published>2009-07-20T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T12:05:32.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin límites...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmSjvVHMs3I/AAAAAAAACXI/zet4x4DiCMk/s1600-h/ego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 116px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 116px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360589489994249074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmSjvVHMs3I/AAAAAAAACXI/zet4x4DiCMk/s400/ego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Evitas el foco de mi familia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;pretendes encubiertamente sustraerme de él.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Tu egoísmo y egocentrismo no tienen límites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3399932036635187587?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3399932036635187587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3399932036635187587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3399932036635187587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3399932036635187587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/sin-limites.html' title='Sin límites...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmSjvVHMs3I/AAAAAAAACXI/zet4x4DiCMk/s72-c/ego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7150799940016717300</id><published>2009-07-19T10:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:42:40.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nefasto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmM-4wKFvOI/AAAAAAAACXA/ofc8YRAQqgc/s1600-h/Lib%C3%A9lula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 124px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360197126221839586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmM-4wKFvOI/AAAAAAAACXA/ofc8YRAQqgc/s400/Lib%C3%A9lula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antes de estar contigo… era más libre.&lt;br /&gt;Pero al llegar tú, me dejé convencer de que necesitaba ayuda (y la merecía).&lt;br /&gt;Dejé de ir sola a los conciertos, de salir sola a la calle, hasta necesité ayuda para bañarme.&lt;br /&gt;¡Fuiste nefasto en mi vida! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7150799940016717300?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7150799940016717300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7150799940016717300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7150799940016717300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7150799940016717300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/nefasto.html' title='Nefasto...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmM-4wKFvOI/AAAAAAAACXA/ofc8YRAQqgc/s72-c/Lib%C3%A9lula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6543178394240938444</id><published>2009-07-17T17:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T17:15:06.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmD3RA7bhdI/AAAAAAAACW4/c-OTGHb5Jv8/s1600-h/Infinito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359555428249994706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmD3RA7bhdI/AAAAAAAACW4/c-OTGHb5Jv8/s400/Infinito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ya deja de inventar justificaciones.&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorada de ti&lt;br /&gt;no porque haya alguien más (real o imaginario) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sino porque así debe ser&lt;br /&gt;pues ¿cuántas oportunidades hemos tenido?&lt;br /&gt;Lo siento, no te he ocultado nada,&lt;br /&gt;tú sabes la pasión que despierta en mí mi alma gemela,&lt;br /&gt;a quien no necesito para amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busca a alguien más a quien puedas mar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6543178394240938444?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6543178394240938444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6543178394240938444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6543178394240938444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6543178394240938444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/ya.html' title='Ya...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SmD3RA7bhdI/AAAAAAAACW4/c-OTGHb5Jv8/s72-c/Infinito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3262996394515308653</id><published>2009-07-16T14:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:05:54.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No te importo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl-Hs4WwAJI/AAAAAAAACWw/FRbYlE114y0/s1600-h/Chava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359151286705979538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl-Hs4WwAJI/AAAAAAAACWw/FRbYlE114y0/s400/Chava.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No te importo,&lt;br /&gt;al menos no como yo quisiera importarte.&lt;br /&gt;Y o me equivoqué y no eres tú&lt;br /&gt;o todavía no despiertas.&lt;br /&gt;No pienso abandonarte sin investigar esta última opción.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3262996394515308653?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3262996394515308653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3262996394515308653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3262996394515308653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3262996394515308653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-te-importo-al-menos-no-como-yo.html' title='No te importo'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl-Hs4WwAJI/AAAAAAAACWw/FRbYlE114y0/s72-c/Chava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8006776121789730581</id><published>2009-07-16T09:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:24:09.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl83_WoOYEI/AAAAAAAACWg/KOzLTcNPlUI/s1600-h/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359063643139760194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl83_WoOYEI/AAAAAAAACWg/KOzLTcNPlUI/s400/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu sonrisa cuando tus ojos me atisban,&lt;br /&gt;una confidencia compartida, de manera cómplice,&lt;br /&gt;hacen que mariposas revoloteen en mi estómago&lt;br /&gt;y me de un vuelco el corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8006776121789730581?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8006776121789730581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8006776121789730581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8006776121789730581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8006776121789730581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/tu-sonrisa-cuando-tus-ojos-me-atisban.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl83_WoOYEI/AAAAAAAACWg/KOzLTcNPlUI/s72-c/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2583979017061171392</id><published>2009-07-15T13:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:14:58.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4caRVrUJI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2s70aZ2kmv8/s1600-h/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358751844273967250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4caRVrUJI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2s70aZ2kmv8/s400/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te temes,&lt;br /&gt;tienes miedo a lastimar a otros con tu brillo,&lt;br /&gt;Por eso no te das.&lt;br /&gt;Y es una pena,pues tienes tanto que ofrecer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2583979017061171392?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2583979017061171392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2583979017061171392&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2583979017061171392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2583979017061171392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/te-temes-tienes-miedo-lastimar-otros.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4caRVrUJI/AAAAAAAACWQ/2s70aZ2kmv8/s72-c/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3976821093033961214</id><published>2009-07-14T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:26:12.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me propongo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl84b8rmPqI/AAAAAAAACWo/lEU7XEkeLEY/s1600-h/chica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359064134390791842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl84b8rmPqI/AAAAAAAACWo/lEU7XEkeLEY/s400/chica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me propongo no permitir que el tiempo se deslice entre mis dedos,&lt;br /&gt;para luego decir ¿Por qué no hice esto? y añorar el pasado.&lt;br /&gt;Me propongo vivir y absorber cada momento del ahora,&lt;br /&gt;disfrutando lo que tan mágicamente me brinda.&lt;br /&gt;Me propongo además no desechar mis sueños,&lt;br /&gt;esos que nacen de mi para convertirse en realidad.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3976821093033961214?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3976821093033961214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3976821093033961214&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3976821093033961214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3976821093033961214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-propongo.html' title='Me propongo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl84b8rmPqI/AAAAAAAACWo/lEU7XEkeLEY/s72-c/chica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6216353128349493557</id><published>2009-07-13T10:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T11:14:57.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Este amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SltSwBFuwVI/AAAAAAAACV4/bu5Hrdq1lyI/s1600-h/doncella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357967166567006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SltSwBFuwVI/AAAAAAAACV4/bu5Hrdq1lyI/s400/doncella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traté de convencerme de que no eres el culpable de lo que siento,&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo.&lt;br /&gt;No estoy enamorada de ti, sólo de tu recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que ya no eres. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esto me hace más fuerte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me demuestra que no necesito de nadie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para alimentar mis sentimientos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Éstos nacen y perduran en mi.&lt;br /&gt;Y este amor que siento nace de mi, no necesito de ti para experimentarlo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6216353128349493557?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6216353128349493557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6216353128349493557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6216353128349493557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6216353128349493557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/este-amor.html' title='Este amor...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SltSwBFuwVI/AAAAAAAACV4/bu5Hrdq1lyI/s72-c/doncella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5133993179973535875</id><published>2009-07-10T10:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:19:10.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4djlu72PI/AAAAAAAACWY/fPqUGNBG9hk/s1600-h/Amando3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358753103879067890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4djlu72PI/AAAAAAAACWY/fPqUGNBG9hk/s400/Amando3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por aquellos días mi actuacón no debió ser tan mala como había concluído recientemente, ya que el karma me favorece, el mismo gobierno para el que trabajé y yo creía haber traicionado, me sonríe hoy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5133993179973535875?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5133993179973535875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5133993179973535875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5133993179973535875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5133993179973535875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/por-aquellos-dias-mi-actuacon-no-debio.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sl4djlu72PI/AAAAAAAACWY/fPqUGNBG9hk/s72-c/Amando3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-69967372998006773</id><published>2009-07-05T22:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:08:08.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tal vez deba abandonarte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SlFqijKLFbI/AAAAAAAACVo/FVQeusUo9HE/s1600-h/Diras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355178573706237362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SlFqijKLFbI/AAAAAAAACVo/FVQeusUo9HE/s400/Diras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atesoro tu recuerdo en mi corazón, tu voz en mi mente y tu brillo en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu estampa ya no me acompaña…&lt;br /&gt;Soy incapaz de entender qué trata de decirme mi alma, no escucho su voz.&lt;br /&gt;¿Será que debo abandonarte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-69967372998006773?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/69967372998006773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=69967372998006773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/69967372998006773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/69967372998006773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/tal-vez-deba-abandonarte.html' title='Tal vez deba abandonarte...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SlFqijKLFbI/AAAAAAAACVo/FVQeusUo9HE/s72-c/Diras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1581120259488667944</id><published>2009-07-01T18:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T18:46:17.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No es selectivo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sk1GJAYX3cI/AAAAAAAACVg/RrHhIPZqXL4/s1600-h/Amar....JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354012652548382146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sk1GJAYX3cI/AAAAAAAACVg/RrHhIPZqXL4/s400/Amar....JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo que dio resultado en el pasado puede volver a hacerlo.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tienes que examinarlo, dilucidarlo y tendrás éxito.&lt;br /&gt;Y el futuro tiene que llegar todo junto, no puedes ser selectivo y decir “Esto sí pero esto no”.Lo siento, si quieres estar con él debes dejar ir a tu hermana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1581120259488667944?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1581120259488667944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1581120259488667944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1581120259488667944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1581120259488667944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-es-selectivo.html' title='No es selectivo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sk1GJAYX3cI/AAAAAAAACVg/RrHhIPZqXL4/s72-c/Amar....JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2683861121643764426</id><published>2009-06-26T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:28:57.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkTgU-gPY2I/AAAAAAAACVQ/8L1IZZI96OI/s1600-h/Nubes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351648908203221858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkTgU-gPY2I/AAAAAAAACVQ/8L1IZZI96OI/s400/Nubes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nubes Blancas como espuma de algodón difuminada sobre un cielo celeste claro. No cumple mi deseo de cubrir el sol de este agobiante verano, pero sí el de belleza, siempre lista a alegrar mi día.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2683861121643764426?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2683861121643764426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2683861121643764426&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2683861121643764426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2683861121643764426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/nubes-blancas-como-espuma-de-algodon.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkTgU-gPY2I/AAAAAAAACVQ/8L1IZZI96OI/s72-c/Nubes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2115537885906017005</id><published>2009-06-25T12:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T12:14:19.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Difícil...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkOvv8LAY7I/AAAAAAAACVA/4kdGdsH3jzU/s1600-h/arbol+florido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351314020387283890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkOvv8LAY7I/AAAAAAAACVA/4kdGdsH3jzU/s400/arbol+florido.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A la semana siguiente, te me develaste , en un paradisíaco prado con árboles floridos. Tu respuesta a si me repondría fue: &lt;em&gt;Cuando logres sanar su alma, te darás cuenta que no estás enferma.&lt;/em&gt; Y es lo que procuro hacer, sanar su alma… ¡pero a veces me resulta tan difícil!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2115537885906017005?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2115537885906017005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2115537885906017005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2115537885906017005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2115537885906017005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/dificil.html' title='Difícil...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkOvv8LAY7I/AAAAAAAACVA/4kdGdsH3jzU/s72-c/arbol+florido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3415855335853635384</id><published>2009-06-23T18:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T18:30:14.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Culpas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkFlcfMGGQI/AAAAAAAACU4/QUJthgRZHbU/s1600-h/Castigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350669372375832834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkFlcfMGGQI/AAAAAAAACU4/QUJthgRZHbU/s400/Castigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto sol, en vez de revivirte, te marchita. También a tu fuerza moribunda envuelta en amarillo. No has querido verlo, pero asi es... y de nada sirve que asignes las culpas a otros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3415855335853635384?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3415855335853635384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3415855335853635384&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3415855335853635384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3415855335853635384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/culpas.html' title='Culpas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkFlcfMGGQI/AAAAAAAACU4/QUJthgRZHbU/s72-c/Castigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3291443152340204916</id><published>2009-06-23T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:19:50.122-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo que es...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkDyTl9tI8I/AAAAAAAACUw/JBII5U9OjSA/s1600-h/Diras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350542775738508226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkDyTl9tI8I/AAAAAAAACUw/JBII5U9OjSA/s400/Diras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como me sucede normalmente contigo, que me toma MUCHO tiempo comprender algo, de pronto me golpeó la comprensión de que estoy aquí, en tu espacio. Ya no me pregunto por qué, sólo me maravillo por lo que ES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3291443152340204916?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3291443152340204916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3291443152340204916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3291443152340204916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3291443152340204916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/lo-que-es.html' title='Lo que es...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SkDyTl9tI8I/AAAAAAAACUw/JBII5U9OjSA/s72-c/Diras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6750336372236434411</id><published>2009-06-22T14:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:07:03.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lluvia....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj_WSZ0ru4I/AAAAAAAACUo/hXUdUs7m5y0/s1600-h/lluvia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350230493997284226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj_WSZ0ru4I/AAAAAAAACUo/hXUdUs7m5y0/s400/lluvia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tras la lluvia, los pájaros toman el agua que quedó en los techos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tras la lluvia, crece mi añoranza de ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6750336372236434411?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6750336372236434411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6750336372236434411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6750336372236434411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6750336372236434411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/lluvia.html' title='Lluvia....'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj_WSZ0ru4I/AAAAAAAACUo/hXUdUs7m5y0/s72-c/lluvia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8320369249616676638</id><published>2009-06-22T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T09:32:08.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Las cosas como son...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj-V1qZ0d7I/AAAAAAAACUg/rUa_ks7lBKc/s1600-h/Amando3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350159631487629234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj-V1qZ0d7I/AAAAAAAACUg/rUa_ks7lBKc/s400/Amando3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debes aceptar las cosas como son en el presente, aunque no sean como tú lo deseas. No debes abandonar tu deseo, pues aquello en lo que piensas se convierte en realidad. Pero, por lo mismo, no niegues tu ahora, ni luches contra él, pues sólo tendrás más de lo mismo. En cambio, analiza por qué te está pasando esto, qué debes aprender.&lt;br /&gt;¡Disfruta tu vida!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8320369249616676638?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8320369249616676638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8320369249616676638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8320369249616676638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8320369249616676638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/las-cosas-como-son.html' title='Las cosas como son...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj-V1qZ0d7I/AAAAAAAACUg/rUa_ks7lBKc/s72-c/Amando3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6858771449295505522</id><published>2009-06-21T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T21:33:15.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comienza a aceptar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj55dcMEtYI/AAAAAAAACUY/2S0KQlyXYeQ/s1600-h/angelparaiso.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349846954052728194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj55dcMEtYI/AAAAAAAACUY/2S0KQlyXYeQ/s400/angelparaiso.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No puedes aferrarte a una idea, pensamiento o sentimiento y decir “Esto es para siempre”. No. Lo que has atesorado como verdad, "la verdad”, es sólo la verdad aplicable a ese espacio y tiempo particular. El universo implica un continuo cambio. Pretender que nada cambie, obliga a tu conciencia a marchitarse y tu experiencia vital se opaca en un cementerio de creencias muertas.&lt;br /&gt;Toma el cambio como viene, comienza a aceptar que estás en las circunstancias correctas que están aquí y ahora para fortalecerte y obsequiarte poderosas distinciones...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6858771449295505522?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6858771449295505522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6858771449295505522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6858771449295505522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6858771449295505522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/comienza-aceptar.html' title='Comienza a aceptar...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sj55dcMEtYI/AAAAAAAACUY/2S0KQlyXYeQ/s72-c/angelparaiso.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5232524288733714478</id><published>2009-06-17T09:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T18:36:19.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjkDy7uuKEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/L_9Ovh9yGtA/s1600-h/Amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348310206041172034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjkDy7uuKEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/L_9Ovh9yGtA/s400/Amar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te voy a dar un consejo…&lt;br /&gt;No rompas una relación de golpe.&lt;br /&gt;Al primer síntoma de problemas, habla con la persona, dale la oportunidad de enmendarse. Pero si no, adelante. Pero no lo hagas de la noche a la mañana, tómate tu tiempo, será menos doloroso para ambos, creará menos resistencia.&lt;br /&gt;Y al decir adiós no olvides decir ¡hola! a la nueva relación que de seguro llegará a ti…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5232524288733714478?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5232524288733714478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5232524288733714478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5232524288733714478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5232524288733714478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/te-voy-dar-un-consejo-no-rompas-una.html' title=''/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjkDy7uuKEI/AAAAAAAACUQ/L_9Ovh9yGtA/s72-c/Amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5126914562157107047</id><published>2009-06-14T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:38:08.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empezando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWJ1Xl-2dI/AAAAAAAACUI/3fpUnQlouak/s1600-h/manos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347331682531727826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWJ1Xl-2dI/AAAAAAAACUI/3fpUnQlouak/s400/manos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estoy empezando acomprender… lo que yo llamaba alma gemela, que creía era una sola alma, dividida, hoy me doy cuenta de que no existe tal, más bien es lo contrario: dos almas que a fuerza de transitar juntas son casi como una misma. Profundo conocimiento que surge de la comprensión y el amor que comparten, tras años y vidas enteras de e star juntos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5126914562157107047?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5126914562157107047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5126914562157107047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5126914562157107047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5126914562157107047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/empezando.html' title='Empezando...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWJ1Xl-2dI/AAAAAAAACUI/3fpUnQlouak/s72-c/manos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3108032105900962650</id><published>2009-06-14T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T18:31:57.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Familiar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWIXqSTxII/AAAAAAAACUA/K4u7KBNhTr8/s1600-h/Burst.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347330072641782914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWIXqSTxII/AAAAAAAACUA/K4u7KBNhTr8/s400/Burst.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rasgos comunes…¿o será que me eres tan necesario y familiar que te veo en cada uno de los que pasan a mi lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3108032105900962650?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3108032105900962650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3108032105900962650&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3108032105900962650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3108032105900962650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/06/familiar.html' title='Familiar...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SjWIXqSTxII/AAAAAAAACUA/K4u7KBNhTr8/s72-c/Burst.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3434198616994601671</id><published>2009-05-19T08:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:20:53.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poco a poco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKyER7-ZgI/AAAAAAAACT4/6O02-k2z53k/s1600-h/DSCF0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337524294991635970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKyER7-ZgI/AAAAAAAACT4/6O02-k2z53k/s400/DSCF0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagino un día en el que el sol brilla continuamente por más de 24 horas y, al ocultarse, lo hace exactamente por el mismo lugar en el que salió. Los polos magnéticos han cambiado, el tiempo se modifica, corre más rápido. El miedo, la sorpresa, temor a lo desconocido, hacen mella en tu corazón. Pero todo esto ya fue predicho, el futuro de infinitas probabilidades se irá mostrando poco a poco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3434198616994601671?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3434198616994601671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3434198616994601671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3434198616994601671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3434198616994601671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/poco-poco.html' title='Poco a poco...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKyER7-ZgI/AAAAAAAACT4/6O02-k2z53k/s72-c/DSCF0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7990138369965189594</id><published>2009-05-18T19:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T08:11:33.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No necesitas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKvxD36aUI/AAAAAAAACTw/6s376mLzBFA/s1600-h/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337521765775731010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKvxD36aUI/AAAAAAAACTw/6s376mLzBFA/s400/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No necesitas explicarme nada ni justificarte.&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo me llamas para hacerlo, de manera inadvertida.&lt;br /&gt;Debes comprender que te amo incondicionalmente,&lt;br /&gt;no me interesa evaluarte ni juzgarte...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7990138369965189594?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7990138369965189594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7990138369965189594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7990138369965189594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7990138369965189594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-necesitas.html' title='No necesitas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShKvxD36aUI/AAAAAAAACTw/6s376mLzBFA/s72-c/!cid_part1_03040901_08020506%40asriah_com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5803297432030139080</id><published>2009-05-17T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:46:57.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No temas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShB3XC5ycII/AAAAAAAACTg/nkm8k7zCM7U/s1600-h/uni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336896796233986178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShB3XC5ycII/AAAAAAAACTg/nkm8k7zCM7U/s400/uni.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No temas, encontrarás la manera de hallarme…&lt;br /&gt;como lo has hecho en todas y cada una de las vidas que compartimos.&lt;br /&gt;Es simple… escucha a tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;sigue tu intuición&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5803297432030139080?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5803297432030139080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5803297432030139080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5803297432030139080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5803297432030139080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-temas.html' title='No temas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ShB3XC5ycII/AAAAAAAACTg/nkm8k7zCM7U/s72-c/uni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3046410574029061743</id><published>2009-05-16T20:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:45:22.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grande o chico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sg9sHULPwjI/AAAAAAAACTY/xlm9R6DC7vo/s1600-h/zapatos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336602956388090418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sg9sHULPwjI/AAAAAAAACTY/xlm9R6DC7vo/s400/zapatos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No trates de calzarte zapatos que no son tuyos…&lt;br /&gt;Te quedarán demasiado chicos o tal vez grandes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3046410574029061743?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3046410574029061743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3046410574029061743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3046410574029061743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3046410574029061743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/grande-o-chico.html' title='Grande o chico...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sg9sHULPwjI/AAAAAAAACTY/xlm9R6DC7vo/s72-c/zapatos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-61751854442377597</id><published>2009-05-13T09:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:28:50.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantas veces...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgrYy_kLEzI/AAAAAAAACTQ/b_xOBEIligE/s1600-h/par.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335315079141987122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgrYy_kLEzI/AAAAAAAACTQ/b_xOBEIligE/s400/par.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tus pasos te acercan a ella,&lt;br /&gt;trémulo, dubitativo,&lt;br /&gt;pero en tu corazón no dudas,&lt;br /&gt;conoces el camino,&lt;br /&gt;lo has recorrido tantas veces...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-61751854442377597?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/61751854442377597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=61751854442377597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/61751854442377597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/61751854442377597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/tan-tas-veces.html' title='Tantas veces...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgrYy_kLEzI/AAAAAAAACTQ/b_xOBEIligE/s72-c/par.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-679583907015528113</id><published>2009-05-05T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:50:29.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me has dejado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgBuQDkFiKI/AAAAAAAACTI/CDoToJPK584/s1600-h/chica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332383180920293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgBuQDkFiKI/AAAAAAAACTI/CDoToJPK584/s400/chica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me has dejado en paz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No más llamadas ni mensajes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agradezco la beatitud que me otorgas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-679583907015528113?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/679583907015528113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=679583907015528113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/679583907015528113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/679583907015528113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/me-has-dejado.html' title='Me has dejado...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SgBuQDkFiKI/AAAAAAAACTI/CDoToJPK584/s72-c/chica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-9016291654424786881</id><published>2009-05-03T18:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:59:32.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>El juego...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4v2ma9bPI/AAAAAAAACTA/yH_RODaRa6Q/s1600-h/9a+Luna-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331751623926312178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4v2ma9bPI/AAAAAAAACTA/yH_RODaRa6Q/s400/9a+Luna-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El juego terminó.&lt;br /&gt;La luna llena del 21 fue una prueba.&lt;br /&gt;Yo la pasé,&lt;br /&gt;mas tú no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-9016291654424786881?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/9016291654424786881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=9016291654424786881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/9016291654424786881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/9016291654424786881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/el-juego.html' title='El juego...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4v2ma9bPI/AAAAAAAACTA/yH_RODaRa6Q/s72-c/9a+Luna-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5375009912657836535</id><published>2009-05-03T18:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T18:55:20.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Los tiempos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4u2i3d-RI/AAAAAAAACS4/V_Bew9Kq8lE/s1600-h/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331750523460516114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4u2i3d-RI/AAAAAAAACS4/V_Bew9Kq8lE/s400/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los tiempos pasan&lt;br /&gt;gente se va,&lt;br /&gt;nuevos llegan,&lt;br /&gt;fluctuación continua.&lt;br /&gt;Vive el ahora,&lt;br /&gt;haz realidad tus sueños &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5375009912657836535?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5375009912657836535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5375009912657836535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5375009912657836535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5375009912657836535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/05/los-tiempos.html' title='Los tiempos...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/Sf4u2i3d-RI/AAAAAAAACS4/V_Bew9Kq8lE/s72-c/!cid_020701c9541c%24d6ffde00%247f6875c8%40pc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2169478258331557932</id><published>2009-04-12T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:46:45.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La brisa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SeKLZ1Fk6OI/AAAAAAAACSo/oIRo4KlPMoA/s1600-h/pasion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323970985368807650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SeKLZ1Fk6OI/AAAAAAAACSo/oIRo4KlPMoA/s400/pasion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La brisa acarició mi rostro&lt;br /&gt;brindándome algo de la frescura de la tarde,&lt;br /&gt;con el intenso sol oculto tras unas nubes&lt;br /&gt;que y a comienzan a chispear,&lt;br /&gt;con olor a tierra mojada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2169478258331557932?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2169478258331557932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2169478258331557932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2169478258331557932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2169478258331557932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/04/la-brisa.html' title='La brisa...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SeKLZ1Fk6OI/AAAAAAAACSo/oIRo4KlPMoA/s72-c/pasion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7239449048592951096</id><published>2009-03-19T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:20:24.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Escucharme...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ScLPcycFK9I/AAAAAAAACSg/C9t1UEVP4sM/s1600-h/chica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315038603733445586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ScLPcycFK9I/AAAAAAAACSg/C9t1UEVP4sM/s400/chica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Era una guerrera amazona y él no debería haberme sorprendido de esa manera. Con un movimiento rápido de mi espada tracé una cruz sobre su pecho y le cercené la cabeza. “Este es territorio de las amazonas” dije en voz alta a quien no podía ya escucharme…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7239449048592951096?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7239449048592951096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7239449048592951096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7239449048592951096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7239449048592951096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/03/escucharme.html' title='Escucharme...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/ScLPcycFK9I/AAAAAAAACSg/C9t1UEVP4sM/s72-c/chica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2698079336813229517</id><published>2009-02-17T17:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:43:55.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconocerte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZtLq0hYNCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/1oaY0clYLXI/s1600-h/Angel.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303916185184121890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZtLq0hYNCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/1oaY0clYLXI/s400/Angel.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde siempre supe que el encuentro estaría plagado de lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;pero te confundí con tu amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso es sabio acordar más de una señal.&lt;br /&gt;Así pude reconocerte, hombre de los mil rostros y un millón de nombres…&lt;br /&gt;por tu mirada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2698079336813229517?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2698079336813229517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2698079336813229517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2698079336813229517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2698079336813229517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/02/reconocerte.html' title='Reconocerte...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZtLq0hYNCI/AAAAAAAACSQ/1oaY0clYLXI/s72-c/Angel.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-112166652755066837</id><published>2009-02-11T20:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:32:10.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Muerte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZOGSH7MDuI/AAAAAAAACSI/sQbky52oNvQ/s1600-h/Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301728832268275426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZOGSH7MDuI/AAAAAAAACSI/sQbky52oNvQ/s400/Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me agarraba de los bordes de mi cama para evitar caer en esa rueda que giraba tan velozmente. Me era difícil respirar, estaba inmóvil, no me podía mover. Un sudor frío recorría mi piel. Creía que iba a morir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-112166652755066837?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/112166652755066837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=112166652755066837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/112166652755066837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/112166652755066837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/02/muerte.html' title='Muerte...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZOGSH7MDuI/AAAAAAAACSI/sQbky52oNvQ/s72-c/Bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8264883123958704984</id><published>2009-02-10T18:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T18:14:33.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paso del tiempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZIYWfRynNI/AAAAAAAACR4/K5b3GTN06VY/s1600-h/Amando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301326486000803026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZIYWfRynNI/AAAAAAAACR4/K5b3GTN06VY/s400/Amando2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deja pasar el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;ten paciencia…&lt;br /&gt;se acerca el momento…&lt;br /&gt;serás feliz,&lt;br /&gt;más allá de tus expectativas,&lt;br /&gt;que sé no tienes…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8264883123958704984?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8264883123958704984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8264883123958704984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8264883123958704984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8264883123958704984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/02/paso-del-tiempo.html' title='Paso del tiempo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZIYWfRynNI/AAAAAAAACR4/K5b3GTN06VY/s72-c/Amando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1488468273708873699</id><published>2009-02-10T09:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:55:46.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anhelo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZGjd6Kl41I/AAAAAAAACRw/QZmFEZgVqLI/s1600-h/Amando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301197970617000786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZGjd6Kl41I/AAAAAAAACRw/QZmFEZgVqLI/s400/Amando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su voz llegó hasta mi en medio de la noche, junto a su imagen resplandeciente, ígnea.&lt;br /&gt;Su palabras no tuvieron que ver con la continuidad, sino con la esperanza: advertencia de que está por llegar lo tan anhelado… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1488468273708873699?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1488468273708873699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1488468273708873699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1488468273708873699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1488468273708873699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/02/anhelo.html' title='Anhelo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SZGjd6Kl41I/AAAAAAAACRw/QZmFEZgVqLI/s72-c/Amando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6263709624945426622</id><published>2009-01-12T20:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:33:36.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intenso sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SWv9YsiUFUI/AAAAAAAACNw/FJ_Djb4FHIU/s1600-h/Fuego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290600787990549826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SWv9YsiUFUI/AAAAAAAACNw/FJ_Djb4FHIU/s400/Fuego2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al rayo del sol, desde mi balcón te veo atravesar la plaza hacia mi, acortando tu distancia a la mía. Tu figura me embelesa tanto! Mas de pronto, dos leves brillos me asustan. “Nuca quise esto para ti”, pienso cuando aparecen los puñales listos a clavarse en tu cuerpo. Y con el aire escapando de mi, soy testigo de cómo tu vida se esfuma ante mis ojos. Nunca quise eso para ti, pero fue mi culpa, la forma de mi padre de defender su propiedad.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que me dolía no sólo era tu muerte, sino pasarme el resto de la vida sin tu protección…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6263709624945426622?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6263709624945426622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6263709624945426622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6263709624945426622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6263709624945426622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2009/01/intenso-sol.html' title='Intenso sol...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SWv9YsiUFUI/AAAAAAAACNw/FJ_Djb4FHIU/s72-c/Fuego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-565182853851519019</id><published>2008-12-19T14:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T14:08:57.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Su voz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SUv_NXoNhgI/AAAAAAAACNc/EoYotxubRcU/s1600-h/Mirada+oculta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281595593168094722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SUv_NXoNhgI/AAAAAAAACNc/EoYotxubRcU/s400/Mirada+oculta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Su voz llegó hasta mi hace algunas noches… “Dile que no se deje manipular. Las cosas no son como aparentan... que no crea nada de lo que ella le dice”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-565182853851519019?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/565182853851519019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=565182853851519019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/565182853851519019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/565182853851519019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/12/su-voz.html' title='Su voz...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SUv_NXoNhgI/AAAAAAAACNc/EoYotxubRcU/s72-c/Mirada+oculta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4877459907184154973</id><published>2008-11-25T14:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T14:42:02.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento aecuado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSxjAG9CJBI/AAAAAAAACNM/aoVwpZk8pJk/s1600-h/Diosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272698117261763602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSxjAG9CJBI/AAAAAAAACNM/aoVwpZk8pJk/s400/Diosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es mi ego quien te buscaba&lt;br /&gt;clamaba tu pertenencia en exclusiva.&lt;br /&gt;Y es él mismo quien te libera hoy.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro libre, te dejo ir.&lt;br /&gt;No quiere decir que renuncie a mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;de estar junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Si tiene que ser, será... en el momento adecuado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4877459907184154973?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4877459907184154973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4877459907184154973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4877459907184154973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4877459907184154973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/11/momento-aecuado.html' title='Momento aecuado...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSxjAG9CJBI/AAAAAAAACNM/aoVwpZk8pJk/s72-c/Diosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6069988121983748020</id><published>2008-11-18T15:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T09:35:50.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSM53keiwnI/AAAAAAAACNE/wkDb-uL03z4/s1600-h/Aves.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270119615800984178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSM53keiwnI/AAAAAAAACNE/wkDb-uL03z4/s400/Aves.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo se mide la fortaleza de un hombre? ¿Por el tamaño de sus músculos, el peso que pueda levantar? Quizá, pero yo prefiero medirla por la sensibilidad de sus palabras, la tenacidad de sus decisiones, la constancia de sus acciones. Para mi la fortaleza de un hombre queda demostrada por lo acertado de su accionar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6069988121983748020?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6069988121983748020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6069988121983748020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6069988121983748020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6069988121983748020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/11/cmo-se-mide-la-fortaleza-de-un-hombre.html' title='Fortaleza'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SSM53keiwnI/AAAAAAAACNE/wkDb-uL03z4/s72-c/Aves.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5597007068959206718</id><published>2008-10-27T02:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:43:14.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Senda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SQV_ER0O-mI/AAAAAAAABjA/n7KpEJhacLc/s1600-h/senda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261751451130985058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SQV_ER0O-mI/AAAAAAAABjA/n7KpEJhacLc/s400/senda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una vez escogida una senda, debes transitar por ella y no desviarte…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5597007068959206718?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5597007068959206718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5597007068959206718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5597007068959206718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5597007068959206718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/senda.html' title='Senda...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SQV_ER0O-mI/AAAAAAAABjA/n7KpEJhacLc/s72-c/senda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7399701483828560401</id><published>2008-10-21T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:50:40.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>De celeste y blanco ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SP5401J0AeI/AAAAAAAABiw/_HYaT5JcBlQ/s1600-h/celeste+y+blanco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259774263832084962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SP5401J0AeI/AAAAAAAABiw/_HYaT5JcBlQ/s400/celeste+y+blanco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De celeste y blanco la falda, de celeste y blanco el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;La idea de Manuel nos salvó… ¿cómo podríamos ser de utilidad para el enemigo?&lt;br /&gt;Al galope me lancé… perseguida por la muerte… alcanzada por la esperanza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7399701483828560401?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7399701483828560401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7399701483828560401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7399701483828560401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7399701483828560401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/de-celeste-y-blanco.html' title='De celeste y blanco ...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SP5401J0AeI/AAAAAAAABiw/_HYaT5JcBlQ/s72-c/celeste+y+blanco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7772405174594887019</id><published>2008-10-10T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:21:14.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempos especiales...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO_xcLGyPBI/AAAAAAAABiY/WW_RBmHNLhE/s1600-h/uni2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255684756484537362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO_xcLGyPBI/AAAAAAAABiY/WW_RBmHNLhE/s400/uni2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vivimos tiempos especiales, momentos únicos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos enfrentamos a manifestaciones extraordinarias… la misma persona, pero en esta nueva manifestación, se requiere más de nosotros… debemos hacer lo que nunca antes realizamos. Y debemos verla a través de los ojos del alma, comprenderla como nunca y como siempre, resguardarla en su camino… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7772405174594887019?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7772405174594887019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7772405174594887019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7772405174594887019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7772405174594887019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/tiempos-especiales.html' title='Tiempos especiales...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO_xcLGyPBI/AAAAAAAABiY/WW_RBmHNLhE/s72-c/uni2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2513978709438280191</id><published>2008-10-08T16:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:48:19.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Del conflicto a la armonía...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO0qbiMDhtI/AAAAAAAABiQ/9FsteQaYeMY/s1600-h/agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254902992733439698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO0qbiMDhtI/AAAAAAAABiQ/9FsteQaYeMY/s400/agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liberar es una puerta a Nuevos Inicios. Cuando sienten la necesidad de liberar cualquier cosa, significa que están dispuestos a abrazar algo diferente: algo mejor, más fresco, y más placentero.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Piensen en la renovación y la liberación como las crestas que se elevan y caen al océano de su Ser Que Manifiesta. Ellas son ustedes, en sus ciclos de ser y convertirse en Ser.Entonces, ¿cómo hacen para liberar el conflicto?Liberar el conflicto es como soltar cualquier situación en que se han sentido heridos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Recuerdan cuando eran niños? ¿Qué hacían cuando se caían inesperadamente? ¿Dramatizaban su caída permaneciendo en el suelo, llorando en desesperación? No. Pronto se ponían de pie y seguían caminando.Bueno, quizás lloraban un poco más, sintiendo compasión por sí mismos a medida que seguían por su camino. Pero entonces empezaban a reírse, recordando cómo una tonta distracción les causó que se tropezaran en primer lugar. Pudieron haber comenzado a poner más atención a partir de ese momento, eligiendo mirar hacia delante de vez en cuando y levantar sus pies más cuando aparecían obstáculos en su camino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo mismo ocurre con los conflictos. La forma más fácil de liberar un conflicto doloroso es reconocer que ustedes se sienten heridos, mientras recuerdan que no es culpa de nadie, de verdad. Simplemente sucedió. Luego levántense a sí mismos, conscientemente salgan de ello, y estén dispuestos a buscar una Resolución Superior, en cambio.Dejando que las Cosas Sean. La mayoría de los conflictos resultan de comunicación inapropiada y juicio, seguido por episodios de inculpación y el enredo de energías emocionales muy cargadas. Cuando avergonzar y culpar están involucrados, la conexión de Alma-a-Cuerpo también es debilitada, y esto puede resultar en daño a la psique, también.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero cuando a las personas se les permite Ser Como Son (incondicionados por sus expectativas o deseos de cambio) entonces ellos y ustedes pueden librarse del conflicto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al negar el juicio, la culpa, la vergüenza o cualquier punto de apoyo en sus desacuerdos, y simplemente dejando que las cosas sean como son, ellos encontrarán su propio camino a la libertad y resolución. Ellos encontrarán su camino a la reSOLución, una solución inspirada por el alma. Cuando llaman a su Consciencia Superior para ayudarlos en esto, entonces salirse del conflicto será la cosa más natural para ustedes de hacer. Será el camino de menos resistencia. Su voluntad para ir más alto – a SER MÁS ALTOS – automáticamente los moverá en esa dirección. Y cuando este cambio se lleva a cabo, ustedes verán dónde estaban emocionalmente e intelectualmente enredados, y cuál nuevo camino pueden ustedes querer tomar, en su lugar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando a las personas en conflicto se les permiten explorar y expandir en sus valores, ellos a menudo encuentran Expresiones Superiores para ellos. Pero cuando ustedes intentan restringir o controlar a otros, indicando una cierta dirección para ellos que ustedes consideran apropiada, entonces ustedes limitan su comprensión de ellos y su comprensión de sí mismos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Ven esto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada ser, toda relación, y todas las situaciones tienen un compás interior orientándolos hacia la Expresión Superior. Es la manera natural de las cosas. Es el evolucionario impulso creativo, en su forma más simple. Cuando a las personas, situaciones, y relaciones se les permite simplemente Ser Como Son (y quiero decir aquí, no restringirlos con juicio, expectativa, o culpa de cualquier clase) entonces les dan a ellos la oportunidad de avanzar de la mejor manera que saben cómo. Cuando ustedes no limitan o retienen a otros con sus juicios o creencia acerca de ellos, ustedes los liberan para ir más allá de sus limitaciones auto-impuestas y convertirse en más de lo que ellos se han demostrado ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuerden que los juicios se derivan de lo que ustedes creen estar correcto o incorrecto con el mundo. Ellos no necesariamente están relacionados a la Verdad sobre el mundo.Los juicios fragmentan. Ellos dividen lo que es Completamente Perfecto en categorías “aceptables” e “inaceptables” determinadas únicamente por lo que ustedes creen ser cierto – y no por lo SABEN ser Verdad.¿Ven la diferencia?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez que ustedes juzgan a personas o situaciones, las rodean con creencias sobre lo que ustedes piensan que ellas son, y se olvidan de quienes saben Que Son en Verdad. Se ciegan a la Verdad Acerca de Ellos.Es lógico que si sus percepciones acerca de una persona o situación están limitadas a sus creencias acerca de ellas, entonces su entendimiento de ellos será limitado, también. Serán incapaces de reconocer su Plenitud, o su Divinidad. Y si ustedes fallan en reconocer esto en otros, ¿cómo lo verán en ustedes mismos? Esta es la causa de origen del conflicto.Déjenme repetir eso. Olvidarse de su Divinidad es la causa de origen de todo conflicto.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando se olvidan de su Divinidad – cuando se olvidan de que ustedes, y con los que comparten este mundo, son encarnaciones del Amor de Dios – entonces tienen que depender de limitadas creencias, opiniones, juicios, y otras formas de información incompleta para navegar su camino por la vida y por las relaciones. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pregúntense, ¿qué otra cosa sino incomprensión y conflicto puede venir de esto?¿Cómo Funciona el No-Juicio?Hay una manera de recordar lo sagrado de sus relaciones y salir del conflicto. Se llama no-juicio.El no-juicio empieza conforme ustedes toman conciencia de sus creencias limitantes – ya que comienzan a darse cuenta de que sus interacciones con otros están impulsadas por lo que ustedes creen ser verdad acerca de ellos, y no por la Verdad Acerca de Ellos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El no-juicio empieza cuando ustedes se dan cuenta de que sus creencias los pueden separar de los demás, mientras que la Verdad siempre los unirá. Paradójicamente, como adquieren esta conciencia, se vuelven más tolerantes a las creencias de otros. Hacen esto porque ya no permiten que sus creencias, o aquellas de otros, los separen de saber que usted, ellos, y Dios son Uno.El no-juicio surge cuando recuerdan que su Divinidad ES de ellos, también.Cuando ustedes van más allá de las creencias y permiten que su Naturaleza Divina toque la de ellos, alcanzarán un punto de contacto. Aquí ustedes iniciarán una nueva forma de comunicación con ellos; quizás no con palabras, y quizás no abiertamente, sino que estará Presente, y será Conmovedor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo hacer esto en la práctica? ¿Cómo practican ustedes el no-juicio en medio de un malentendido o discusión?Sugeriríamos que cuando las primeras señales de discordia aparecen, ustedes reconozcan que sus creencias pueden estar limitando su comprensión de las personas y situaciones. Entonces interiormente elijan ir Más Alto. Elijan permitir que algo mayor que la “comprensión” penetre su percepción. Elijan recordar la Verdad Sobre Ellos y sobre ustedes. Entonces en silencio ofrezcan este recuerdo de Divinidad a todas las personas implicadas, incluido usted.Una vez que ustedes recuerdan su Divinidad común, luego concédanles a todos la libertad de expresarse y evolucionar esas expresiones. Libérenlos para que vayan Más Alto con todo lo que dicen o hacen. Ofrézcanles a ellos y a sí mismos un lugar de respetuoso intercambio sin restricciones. Cuando ustedes hacen esto – cuando ustedes suspenden el juicio, suelten las expectativas, dejen de culparse en cada vuelta, llegarán a verse unos a otros Como Verdaderamente Son, y a apreciar su magnificencia.Responder, En Lugar de ReaccionarCuando ustedes recuerdan su Divinidad y la comparten, liberan a los demás para caminar este sendero de recuerdo con ustedes. Y cuando ustedes recuerdan compartir su divinidad, habrán llegado a dominar el conflicto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Van a responderle a la gente, y no a reaccionar ante ellas, pasarán del conflicto a la armonía &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;conforme forman Nuevas Relaciones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2513978709438280191?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2513978709438280191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2513978709438280191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2513978709438280191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2513978709438280191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/del-conflicto-la-armona.html' title='Del conflicto a la armonía...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SO0qbiMDhtI/AAAAAAAABiQ/9FsteQaYeMY/s72-c/agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-9014337086227398864</id><published>2008-10-07T14:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:54:07.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermosas palabras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOu-oIm9ayI/AAAAAAAABiI/c4__zKmcYE8/s1600-h/Amando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254502986972752674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOu-oIm9ayI/AAAAAAAABiI/c4__zKmcYE8/s400/Amando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy llegaron a mi las palabras más hermosas que escuché en mi vida... "En la próxima vida no te dejo ir"... acompañadas por un intenso torrente de amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tampoco me dejaste ir en esta... ¡contiuamos juntos!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-9014337086227398864?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/9014337086227398864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=9014337086227398864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/9014337086227398864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/9014337086227398864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/hermosas-palabrasj.html' title='Hermosas palabras...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOu-oIm9ayI/AAAAAAAABiI/c4__zKmcYE8/s72-c/Amando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3504566772349093245</id><published>2008-10-03T15:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T15:57:16.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOaHInDtUQI/AAAAAAAABh4/-OMf5KDCulw/s1600-h/feliz+cumple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253034597367501058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOaHInDtUQI/AAAAAAAABh4/-OMf5KDCulw/s400/feliz+cumple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al mirar la fecha espontáneamente me llega un pensamiento… FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS…probablemente tenga que esforzarme para recordar el cumpleaños de otro, hasta el de mi hijo, pero no el tuyo querido amigo… ¡QUE LOS CUMPLAS MUY FELIZ, MARCELO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3504566772349093245?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3504566772349093245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3504566772349093245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3504566772349093245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3504566772349093245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/felicidades.html' title='Felicidades...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOaHInDtUQI/AAAAAAAABh4/-OMf5KDCulw/s72-c/feliz+cumple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8626692260704149560</id><published>2008-10-03T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T14:55:14.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Castigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOZ4hFi8pKI/AAAAAAAABhw/E-rSnHCbopQ/s1600-h/Castigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253018525194036386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOZ4hFi8pKI/AAAAAAAABhw/E-rSnHCbopQ/s400/Castigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Realizas ciertas acciones para castigar a otros, pero… siempre terminas siendo tú el castigado, prisionero de tu propia trama…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8626692260704149560?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8626692260704149560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8626692260704149560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8626692260704149560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8626692260704149560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/castigo.html' title='Castigo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOZ4hFi8pKI/AAAAAAAABhw/E-rSnHCbopQ/s72-c/Castigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3425652204962771275</id><published>2008-10-02T01:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:34:55.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi bastón...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SORrhAiO2oI/AAAAAAAABho/Uqe8bPPpn3M/s1600-h/baston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252441280244275842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SORrhAiO2oI/AAAAAAAABho/Uqe8bPPpn3M/s400/baston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uso bastón para caminar, tengo una enfermedad discapacitante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sé que el origen de toda enfermedad es mental, aunque se manifieste físicamente. Y sé también que las cosas suceden en tu vida para que aprendas lecciones. Una vez aprendido, aquello que te aqueja, desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así, comprendí que el bastón llegó a mi porque debía aprender varias cosas, como aceptar la ayuda de los demás, vivir mi vida más lentamente, disfrutando cada momento. Pero como sigue conmigo, no desapareció, hoy me pregunté qué más debo aprender…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y la respuesta llegó: debo comprender a los demás. A mi no se me juzga ni discrimina por el bastón. Mas… ¿cuántas veces juzgo a alguien más por el bastón que utiliza? Porque hay personas que no utilizan bastones metálicos como el mío, sino que se apoyan en otras personas para transitar por la vida… ¿qué derecho tengo yo a juzgarlos?... ¿En qué (o quién) te apoyas tú para caminar?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3425652204962771275?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3425652204962771275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3425652204962771275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3425652204962771275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3425652204962771275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/10/mi-bastn.html' title='Mi bastón...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SORrhAiO2oI/AAAAAAAABho/Uqe8bPPpn3M/s72-c/baston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1507810894304385472</id><published>2008-09-29T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T17:00:02.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proceso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOFPdD1G64I/AAAAAAAABhg/wPrICphkQTc/s1600-h/Belleza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251566001153567618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOFPdD1G64I/AAAAAAAABhg/wPrICphkQTc/s400/Belleza.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...quizá vuelvan a visitar la Tierra. La mayoría de ustedes lo hacen, porque una vida en el planeta es como un día en la vida de un esquema mayor. El esquema mayor es un panorama de cientos de sus vidas, y el Espíritu no los ve como un Humano en esta vida, sino como una entidad sagrada, atemporal, que es parte de la familia de Dios, que trabaja para la Tierra , que ha estado aquí una y otra vez en diferentes encarnaciones o "expresiones de energía kármica". Esto les resulta muy difícil de entender y aceptar, ya que creen que la vida comienza con el nacimiento y termina con la muerte. Esto no es más cierto que una percepción de la vida que comienza al amanecer y termina al anochecer. Sigue y sigue y cada vida es como un día en una vida mayor. Ustedes siguen despertando y durmiendo... una y otra vez. A este proceso lo llaman reencarnación...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1507810894304385472?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1507810894304385472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1507810894304385472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1507810894304385472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1507810894304385472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/09/proceso.html' title='Proceso...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SOFPdD1G64I/AAAAAAAABhg/wPrICphkQTc/s72-c/Belleza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7564942323260278230</id><published>2008-09-22T15:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:11:15.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plenitud...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SNf7ywrM7qI/AAAAAAAABhQ/61iVB6IKM9Q/s1600-h/untitledkj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248940740201737890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SNf7ywrM7qI/AAAAAAAABhQ/61iVB6IKM9Q/s400/untitledkj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No te sorprendas cuando la gente viene a ti esperando que los completes.&lt;br /&gt;Es una ocurrencia común.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no muerdas el anzuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Tú no puedes completar a nadie,&lt;br /&gt;ni nadie puede completarte a tí.&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de ustedes debe encontrar su propia plenitud.&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de ustedes debe saber que ya están completos.&lt;br /&gt;Paul Ferrini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7564942323260278230?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7564942323260278230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7564942323260278230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7564942323260278230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7564942323260278230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/09/plenitud.html' title='Plenitud...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SNf7ywrM7qI/AAAAAAAABhQ/61iVB6IKM9Q/s72-c/untitledkj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3091432381945203415</id><published>2008-08-06T23:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:44:49.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SJp9rlUnZzI/AAAAAAAABgg/L7NSNG_3DvA/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231632104850679602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SJp9rlUnZzI/AAAAAAAABgg/L7NSNG_3DvA/s400/baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayer… hace 17 años fue uno de los días más bellos de mi vida, cuando la Divinidad me sonrió, permitiéndome acunar en mis brazos a mi hijo… y dejándome sostener su mano desde entonces…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3091432381945203415?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3091432381945203415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3091432381945203415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3091432381945203415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3091432381945203415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/08/ayer.html' title='Ayer...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SJp9rlUnZzI/AAAAAAAABgg/L7NSNG_3DvA/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4326804022759273750</id><published>2008-07-14T23:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:40.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SHwtwyZeytI/AAAAAAAABgQ/490k6ukjuPM/s1600-h/Todo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223099984028551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SHwtwyZeytI/AAAAAAAABgQ/490k6ukjuPM/s400/Todo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ángel, gnomo, mago… eres tú…&lt;br /&gt;Ángel porque cuidas mis pasos.&lt;br /&gt;Imperceptible, no me había dado cuenta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero me lo revelaste en una visión.&lt;br /&gt;Gnomo porque inundas mi vida de alegría y travesura.&lt;br /&gt;Mago… porque me conviertes en maravilla.&lt;br /&gt;Me doy cuenta que esto es completamente correspondido por mí.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que descubro que estás causando en mi vida…&lt;br /&gt;yo lo hago en la tuya…&lt;br /&gt;Soy también ángel, gnomo, maga…&lt;br /&gt;mas finalmente… ¡tan sólo somos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4326804022759273750?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4326804022759273750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4326804022759273750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4326804022759273750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4326804022759273750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/07/somos.html' title='Somos...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SHwtwyZeytI/AAAAAAAABgQ/490k6ukjuPM/s72-c/Todo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8082852734819270704</id><published>2008-07-02T15:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:40.981-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La lluvia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvnbPbM-vI/AAAAAAAABfo/9dXUNncLLJQ/s1600-h/Gaia+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218519048421964530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvnbPbM-vI/AAAAAAAABfo/9dXUNncLLJQ/s400/Gaia+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La lluvia discurriendo tras los cristales…&lt;br /&gt;Gaia purificándose con este flujo…&lt;br /&gt;puedo sentir su regocijo bajo mis pies.&lt;br /&gt;Comparto su alegría.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8082852734819270704?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8082852734819270704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8082852734819270704&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8082852734819270704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8082852734819270704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/07/la-lluvia.html' title='La lluvia...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvnbPbM-vI/AAAAAAAABfo/9dXUNncLLJQ/s72-c/Gaia+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6927112856107987015</id><published>2008-07-01T22:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:41.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Acerca de hombres y dioses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvZbBvxlGI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0rMrZHN9wfY/s1600-h/Recuerdos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218503651587363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvZbBvxlGI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0rMrZHN9wfY/s400/Recuerdos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recuerdos de tiempos mágicos&lt;br /&gt;de dioses y hombres…&lt;br /&gt;de continuo aprendizaje y excelsa felicidad…&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras los traen a mi,&lt;br /&gt;las imágenes se agolpan... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;redescubro todo eso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6927112856107987015?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6927112856107987015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6927112856107987015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6927112856107987015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6927112856107987015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/07/acerca-de-hombres-y-dioses.html' title='Acerca de hombres y dioses...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGvZbBvxlGI/AAAAAAAABfQ/0rMrZHN9wfY/s72-c/Recuerdos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4002401988949105124</id><published>2008-07-01T18:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:41.444-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Calidad y color...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGq4S7MgAQI/AAAAAAAABfA/vww9-MG6e2k/s1600-h/desnudo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185753529417986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGq4S7MgAQI/AAAAAAAABfA/vww9-MG6e2k/s400/desnudo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuando pienso en ti, mi sentimiento me llega de muy lejos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cuando intento comprenderlo, se vuelve todavía más añejo.&lt;br /&gt;No me siento inferior a ti. Sólo sé que somos distintos.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi amor me hace resaltar de entre el resto de los seres humanos, dando calidad y color a mi vida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4002401988949105124?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4002401988949105124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4002401988949105124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4002401988949105124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4002401988949105124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/07/calidad-y-color.html' title='Calidad y color...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SGq4S7MgAQI/AAAAAAAABfA/vww9-MG6e2k/s72-c/desnudo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-4314659973637275701</id><published>2008-06-18T22:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:41.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SFnZ13fFTfI/AAAAAAAABeo/ipjy_vJ42EQ/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213437563108675058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SFnZ13fFTfI/AAAAAAAABeo/ipjy_vJ42EQ/s400/amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Al terminar una relación, si sientes dolor, debes decirte: “Yo soy una partícula del Dios Creador y por ello, no merezco nada que absolutamente lo mejor". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debes comprender que cuando se rompe una relación, significó que no era lo mejor para ti ya. Te mereces lo mejor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mira hacia dentro y aprende a amarte por todo lo que eres. Concéntrate tanto en ello, que no permitas que se evapore otra energía en tus procesos de pensamiento. Concéntrate en amarte. Haz cosas para ti y vigila a que aparezca otra pareja ante ti; sólo que esta vez, no será un reflejo de la que dejaste. Esta pareja te replicará. Él o ella replicará tu amor y cuando pierdas una relación y duela, sabrás que es tiempo de que sigas adelante. La próxima relación se pondrá mejor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eres una luz del Dios Creador. No puedes hacer nada mal, porque todas las cosas se alinean en perfección con la próxima cosa que harás. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu dices, "Bueno, y ¿si tengo una relación que acaba de terminar?" Estarías llorando porque sabes que eres libre de encontrar otra nueva. Si estás llorando, estás llorando desde el amor. Si sientes dolor, es porque estás fuera de tu amor y lo estás manifestando como dolor hacia ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa energía, no puede liberarse sin que sientas algo de tristeza, que viene cuando liberas algo que ya no necesitas. Al liberar algo que no necesitas ya, es la mayor celebración del mundo. Solo cuando eso ocurre, pueden tus emociones sentirse enganchadas. Lo que piensas que no quieres dejar ir, lo estás dejando ir y la celebración llega como lágrimas. Por lo tanto, un último valor de partícula menos de lo que ya no quieres, se convierte en realidad y puedes enfocarte en el resto de tu vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deja ir tus pensamientos. Deja que tus sentimientos sean lo que son. Siente, no pienses y una vez más, encontrarás el amor, la fuerza más predominante de tu luz. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada vez que tomas un poquito de algo negativo y lo conviertes en positivo, vale por lo menos una lloriqueada de quince minutos. La próxima oportunidad que tengas de ver algo como positivo o negativo, escoge lo positivo y construye el amor dentro de tu cuerpo emocional. Hazlo que brille más. Las emociones sólo tienen amor. No tienen odio ni furia. Tienes que usar el cuerpo emocional para hacer eso. Así que, cada oportunidad que tengas, usa tu cuerpo mental para encontrar lo positivo y lo negativo. Edificarás tu amor de nuevo y eventualmente te volverás tan práctico en encontrar lo bueno en cada cosa, que reconocerás algo cuando sea la verdad de toda la verdad. Todo es bueno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus emociones son puro amor. Cuando te conviertes en amor y reconoces quién eres… no puedes morir. ¡Solo pueden vivir en un sitio más brillante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si quieres cambiar tu vida, deja que tus emociones sean lo que son. En la simplicidad de la vida, tú eres tus emociones, porque tú eres tu amor y tu amor es tu yo creativo. Deja que el Creador brille dentro, hasta que el mundo esté tan brillante y tan lleno con la expresión de amor, que todo el mundo sienta el murmullo de la vida sin miedo. Reconocerás que nunca más tendrás que fruncir el entrecejo otra vez. Nunca volverás a hacer gestos, porque la vida merece su celebración todos los días. Comienza hoy. Permítete sentir la música…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-4314659973637275701?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/4314659973637275701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=4314659973637275701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4314659973637275701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/4314659973637275701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/06/amar.html' title='Amar...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SFnZ13fFTfI/AAAAAAAABeo/ipjy_vJ42EQ/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1703034199428463252</id><published>2008-06-07T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:41.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya es tiempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SEscd_j73vI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ebw8hdD_Z6Y/s1600-h/tiempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209288695588052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SEscd_j73vI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ebw8hdD_Z6Y/s400/tiempo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;El Gran Cambio o la Época del Tiempo del No tiempo de las Profecías Mayas para el 2012 comienza en tu interior… ¡Ahora! Debes deshacerte de tus condicionamientos, los atavismos a los que estás acostumbrado. Son tiempos nuevos, no puedes enfrentarte a ellos con los mismos recursos que has utilizado hasta ahora. Requieres nuevas fuerzas, pensamientos brillantes que no se te habían ocurrido hasta ahora, pero que están llegando a ti. Ya es tiempo…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1703034199428463252?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1703034199428463252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1703034199428463252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1703034199428463252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1703034199428463252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/06/ya-es-tiempo.html' title='Ya es tiempo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SEscd_j73vI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ebw8hdD_Z6Y/s72-c/tiempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7386632333304488866</id><published>2008-05-27T00:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:42.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDug5V9XEMI/AAAAAAAABeI/1obSMx2PuqY/s1600-h/amor+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204930701364236482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDug5V9XEMI/AAAAAAAABeI/1obSMx2PuqY/s400/amor+rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿Cómo puede no amarte?&lt;br /&gt;La pregunta es correcta.&lt;br /&gt;Sus motivos pueden no serlo.&lt;br /&gt;Impulsada por el ego... suena vana, sin sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Pero si quien la hace es el amor incondicional,&lt;br /&gt;el alma en reposo, es verdadera.&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no podemos hacer más que amar&lt;br /&gt;¿cómo no amarte?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7386632333304488866?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7386632333304488866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7386632333304488866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7386632333304488866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7386632333304488866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/05/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDug5V9XEMI/AAAAAAAABeI/1obSMx2PuqY/s72-c/amor+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7836347102666431478</id><published>2008-05-26T23:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:42.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La escuela de la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDuLJV9XEKI/AAAAAAAABd4/vJ1sipwLycY/s1600-h/cuerpo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204906786986332322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDuLJV9XEKI/AAAAAAAABd4/vJ1sipwLycY/s400/cuerpo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nuestro mundo es hermoso, pero muchos de nosotros no nos damos cuenta. Estamos demasiado ocupados en nuestras relaciones quebrantadas o persiguiendo ese proverbial billete de dólar. Estamos tan enganchados tratando de arreglar nuestro cuerpo que no podemos apreciar al mundo por lo que es: una gigante escuela de la que tenemos el privilegio de participar, una en donde el amor es la única respuesta que buscarás alguna vez, y la única forma en la que encontrarás al amor es teniendo el coraje de buscarlo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7836347102666431478?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7836347102666431478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7836347102666431478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7836347102666431478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7836347102666431478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-escuela-de-la-vida.html' title='La escuela de la vida'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SDuLJV9XEKI/AAAAAAAABd4/vJ1sipwLycY/s72-c/cuerpo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-6340485569027130277</id><published>2008-04-29T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:42.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Has hecho más que lo que imaginas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBfbXDYOcoI/AAAAAAAABdg/HC0cYERTdvw/s1600-h/mano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194861884285547138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBfbXDYOcoI/AAAAAAAABdg/HC0cYERTdvw/s400/mano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡No lo imaginas! Pero tú has sido un canal de bendición para muchas personas que ni siquiera conoces...&lt;br /&gt;Has llegado oportunamente a sus vidas, sin que te hayas percatado de ello. Llegaste cuando más lo estaban necesitando...Las palabras que Dios puso en tu boca fueron la medida justa que necesitaban...&lt;br /&gt;Ten en cuenta que donde estés o vayas, allí Dios te hará resplandecer para otros...&lt;br /&gt;Eres una antorcha encendida que nunca se apaga, porque la presencia del Espíritu Santo en ti, está fluyendo constantemente…Tu existencia NO es en vano...Dios te trajo justo en el MOMENTO y al LUGAR precisos, y te llevará también hacia donde Él lo ha preparado con anticipación.&lt;br /&gt;Es por ello que AHORA todos tus acontecimientos están siendo ordenados para dicho propósito...Él sabrá cómo te los propicia...Es experto en ello...No te asombres entonces...Tú solamente déjate conducir por Él aunque NO entiendas nada denada...¿Habrá oposición?Claro que la habrá...Tú solo deja que Dios se encargue de cortar con todo aquello que pretenda boicotear sus planes para ti...Él sabrá cómo hacerlo...Así que...Cada día que comience, ponte bajo LAS ORDENES INCONDICIONALES deDios, para que sea Él quien se encargue de asignarte esas tareas que tiene para ti...Y además, sigue cumpliendo con fidelidad y convicción tu deber, como lo has hecho hasta el día de hoy...Has hecho más de lo que imaginas, pero aún harás más...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-6340485569027130277?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/6340485569027130277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=6340485569027130277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6340485569027130277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/6340485569027130277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/has-hecho-ms-que-lo-que-imaginas.html' title='Has hecho más que lo que imaginas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBfbXDYOcoI/AAAAAAAABdg/HC0cYERTdvw/s72-c/mano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2805145518501423102</id><published>2008-04-28T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:42.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Muletas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBZszzYOchI/AAAAAAAABco/qB1RYWLw-iU/s1600-h/angel2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194458857439392274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBZszzYOchI/AAAAAAAABco/qB1RYWLw-iU/s400/angel2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La necesidad de muletas es evidente cuando nos rompemos una pierna, pero cuando lo que se rompe es el corazón, el espíritu o el alma, la necesidad de ellas es menos clara. Una muleta es un apoyo del que dependemos, nos resulta imprescindible. A veces, dependemos de los demás o necesitamos una muleta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estáte atento a las señales… la vida te hará saber cuando coloque junto a ti al ángel humano que te ayudará a sanar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejar que alguien nos cuide cuando estamos heridos o la vida nos niega su lado bueno, nos parece un signo de debilidad, pero… ¿Qué hay de malo en dejar que nos cuiden el corazón y el alma durante un tiempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor devuelve la salud… dejaremos las muletas cuando mejoremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si necesitas una muleta, date permiso para usarla. Si tienes la suerte de estar acompañado por un ángel humano, déjate querer. Hay que dar y demostrar amor. Todos somos frágiles, podemos rompernos con facilidad, por tanto, no forcemos la curación antes de tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejes que te preocupe la dependencia (o independencia), sé sincero con tus sentimientos. Conseguirás lo que en verdad necesitas para sanarte...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2805145518501423102?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2805145518501423102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2805145518501423102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2805145518501423102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2805145518501423102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/muletas.html' title='Muletas...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SBZszzYOchI/AAAAAAAABco/qB1RYWLw-iU/s72-c/angel2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5059818080186784579</id><published>2008-04-22T13:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:42.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intersección...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SA4sTDYOcgI/AAAAAAAABcg/4EDSJr-geZI/s1600-h/especial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192136126240813570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SA4sTDYOcgI/AAAAAAAABcg/4EDSJr-geZI/s400/especial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La palabras erizan mi piel, alteran mi respiración, hacen que lágrimas broten por mis ojos… palabras tan largamente esperadas sobre las que mi corazón me alerta:&lt;br /&gt;Muchos de ustedes han encarnado para experimentar este momento en la historia de la Tierra, cuando habrá un momento de encuentro entre la tercera y la quinta dimensión… Pero sabemos que habrá una intersección de dimensiones… Este tipo de intersecciones de dimensiones ocurre tal vez una vez cada trece, o veintiséis mil años en una historia planetaria… Y pienso que muchos de ustedes están esperando esa intersección para aprovecharla… muchos de ustedes han encarnado en la Tierra como semillas Estelares para actualmente experimentar la maravillosa conexión de una intersección de dimensiones…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5059818080186784579?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5059818080186784579/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5059818080186784579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5059818080186784579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5059818080186784579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/interseccin.html' title='Intersección...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SA4sTDYOcgI/AAAAAAAABcg/4EDSJr-geZI/s72-c/especial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2960945789872770497</id><published>2008-04-19T18:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:43.542-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta que la muerte nos separe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAp99M3-gBI/AAAAAAAABbo/tOQMxCC8_wE/s1600-h/rosada.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191100010879418386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAp99M3-gBI/AAAAAAAABbo/tOQMxCC8_wE/s400/rosada.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hasta que la muerte nos separe… son las voces que me atan en mis relaciones. No en todas, sólo las intensas. Y algunas se repiten vida tras vida. Así que las palabras han de ser en realidad… “Más allá de la muerte, aún y a pesar de ella”…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2960945789872770497?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2960945789872770497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2960945789872770497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2960945789872770497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2960945789872770497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/hasta-que-la-muerte-nos-separe.html' title='Hasta que la muerte nos separe...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAp99M3-gBI/AAAAAAAABbo/tOQMxCC8_wE/s72-c/rosada.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-1799805272003728098</id><published>2008-04-19T14:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:43.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dos caminos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SApCS83-f_I/AAAAAAAABbY/H-TFs-XK3E8/s1600-h/2+caminos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191034413843906546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SApCS83-f_I/AAAAAAAABbY/H-TFs-XK3E8/s400/2+caminos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dos caminos se dividian en un bosque ,&lt;br /&gt;y yo-&lt;br /&gt;Yo tomé el menos transitado,&lt;br /&gt;¡Y eso ha hecho toda la diferencia!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-1799805272003728098?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/1799805272003728098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=1799805272003728098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1799805272003728098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/1799805272003728098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/dos-caminos.html' title='Dos caminos...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SApCS83-f_I/AAAAAAAABbY/H-TFs-XK3E8/s72-c/2+caminos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5855981053421824749</id><published>2008-04-18T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:43.835-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walt Disney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAlPzdWjTSI/AAAAAAAABbQ/I2ZmOFIMFpw/s1600-h/empuje.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190767790992346402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAlPzdWjTSI/AAAAAAAABbQ/I2ZmOFIMFpw/s400/empuje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y así después de esperar tanto, un día como cualquier otro decidí triunfar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Decidí no esperar a las oportunidades sino yo mismo buscarlas, decidí ver cada problema como la oportunidad de encontrar una solución, decidí ver cada desierto como la oportunidad de encontrar un oasis, decidí ver cada noche como un misterio a resolver, decidí ver cada día como una nueva oportunidad de ser feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquel día descubrí que mi único rival no era más que mis propias debilidades, y que en éstas, está la única y mejor forma de superarnos, aquel día dejé de temer a perder y empecé a temer a no ganar, descubrí que no era yo el mejor y que quizás nunca lo fui, me dejó de importar quién ganara o perdiera, ahora me importa simplemente saberme mejor que ayer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendí que lo difícil no es llegar a la cima, sino jamás dejar de subir. Aprendí que el mejor triunfo que puedo tener, es tener el derecho de llamar a alguien "Amigo". Descubrí que el amor es más que un simple estado de enamoramiento, "el amor es una filosofía de vida". Aquel día dejé de ser un reflejo de mis escasos triunfos pasados y empecé a ser mi propia tenue luz de este presente.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aprendí que de nada sirve ser luz si no vas a iluminar el camino de los demás. Aquel día decidí cambiar tantas cosas... Aquel día aprendí que los sueños son solamente para hacerse realidad, desde aquel día ya no duermo para descansar...Ahora simplemente duermo para soñar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walt Disney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5855981053421824749?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5855981053421824749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5855981053421824749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5855981053421824749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5855981053421824749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/walt-disney.html' title='Walt Disney'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAlPzdWjTSI/AAAAAAAABbQ/I2ZmOFIMFpw/s72-c/empuje.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-5532987238018461428</id><published>2008-04-16T21:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:43.985-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanar su alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAa9LtWjTQI/AAAAAAAABbA/X9UTuVXt23s/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190043629441469698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAa9LtWjTQI/AAAAAAAABbA/X9UTuVXt23s/s400/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es probable que la energía del lugar no haya tenido que ver con mi recuperación mágica,&lt;br /&gt;pero sí que he comenzado a sanar su alma.&lt;br /&gt;“Cuando puedas sanar su alma…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-5532987238018461428?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/5532987238018461428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=5532987238018461428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5532987238018461428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/5532987238018461428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/sanar-su-alma.html' title='Sanar su alma...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAa9LtWjTQI/AAAAAAAABbA/X9UTuVXt23s/s72-c/03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-8985641540356649001</id><published>2008-04-15T15:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:44.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>En espera...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAUQsNWjTOI/AAAAAAAABaw/4vci8eDFTb4/s1600-h/Fulgor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189572497298902242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAUQsNWjTOI/AAAAAAAABaw/4vci8eDFTb4/s400/Fulgor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pasamos la vida esperando… para hacer algo, a que nos llegue una sonrisa para ser gentil, a que “se den las condiciones” para hacer, ser amado para amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en el transcurso se nos olvida que la única manera de VIVIR es no esperar, el momento es AHORA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vivamos esperando de los demás. Empecemos a ser protagonistas... Es nuestra vida, es nuestro presente ... Aquí y ahora . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debemos aprender a amar, a dar desinteresadamente, a sentir, a perdonar, a darle valor a las pequeñas cosas, a nuestros amigos, a nuestro trabajo, a nuestra vida de todos los días ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No esperemos de los demás ... Si vivimos esperando ... en esa espera se nos va la vida ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo que damos como un boomerang, regresa a nosotros... Si queremos recibir, aprendamos primero a dar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-8985641540356649001?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/8985641540356649001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=8985641540356649001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8985641540356649001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/8985641540356649001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/en-espera.html' title='En espera...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAUQsNWjTOI/AAAAAAAABaw/4vci8eDFTb4/s72-c/Fulgor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-2976136498987209778</id><published>2008-04-15T13:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:44.607-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo nuevo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAT5zNWjTLI/AAAAAAAABaY/--EFKz4aC8o/s1600-h/cinturonfotones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189547328790547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAT5zNWjTLI/AAAAAAAABaY/--EFKz4aC8o/s400/cinturonfotones.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me encontraba reemplazando unas pequeñas cajitas que parecían mágicas, en esa enorme cantidad de casas nuevas, “para que pueda aprovecharse la nueva energía”, me decía.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-2976136498987209778?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/2976136498987209778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=2976136498987209778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2976136498987209778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/2976136498987209778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/lo-nuevo.html' title='Lo nuevo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAT5zNWjTLI/AAAAAAAABaY/--EFKz4aC8o/s72-c/cinturonfotones.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3269380882649585485</id><published>2008-04-14T23:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:44.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQw0dWjTKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sIJ1vPwQ5Uw/s1600-h/Mira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189326348428201122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQw0dWjTKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sIJ1vPwQ5Uw/s400/Mira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Separados, distanciados...&lt;br /&gt;Pero bastó una mirada para reconocernos,&lt;br /&gt;para lograr lo que hace veinte años no pudimos.&lt;br /&gt;Es que el momento era ahora.&lt;br /&gt;La luna llena nos pertenecía.&lt;br /&gt;El equinoccio nos decía “ya”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3269380882649585485?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3269380882649585485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3269380882649585485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3269380882649585485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3269380882649585485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahora.html' title='Ahora...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQw0dWjTKI/AAAAAAAABaQ/sIJ1vPwQ5Uw/s72-c/Mira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-3009254617709470201</id><published>2008-04-14T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:45.054-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Debes reflejarlo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQcJ9WjTJI/AAAAAAAABaI/ra4fSQ-Etks/s1600-h/cuore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189303628051205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQcJ9WjTJI/AAAAAAAABaI/ra4fSQ-Etks/s400/cuore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Todo el amor que recibirás en la vida&lt;br /&gt;está ya dentro tuyo&lt;br /&gt;y debes reflejarlo&lt;br /&gt;con tus compañeros de senda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-3009254617709470201?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/3009254617709470201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=3009254617709470201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3009254617709470201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/3009254617709470201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/debes-reflejarlo.html' title='Debes reflejarlo...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQcJ9WjTJI/AAAAAAAABaI/ra4fSQ-Etks/s72-c/cuore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18969111.post-7663974521057533622</id><published>2008-04-14T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:16:45.618-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa noche...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQLc9WjTGI/AAAAAAAABZw/vpxwhCMQOCk/s1600-h/luna3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189285262771047522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQLc9WjTGI/AAAAAAAABZw/vpxwhCMQOCk/s400/luna3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esa noche te busqué.&lt;br /&gt;Me sentía impaciente por las represalias que podrían tomar.&lt;br /&gt;Hablaste tanto! Como nunca, aunque mi corazón repetía: "Como siempre, es el mismo".&lt;br /&gt;Y como muchas otras noches, te busqué en el mundo de los sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no te hallé.&lt;br /&gt;Te habían llevado lejos, pero no de mi alma. Podía todavía sentirte en mi.&lt;br /&gt;Hurgué en mi corazón. Así supe que no estabas en esta dimensión.&lt;br /&gt;Pero estabas bien, recuperándote.&lt;br /&gt;Y regresarías, como lo hiciste, pleno de fuerza.&lt;br /&gt;Misma que mutuamente reflejamos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18969111-7663974521057533622?l=belendealba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/feeds/7663974521057533622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18969111&amp;postID=7663974521057533622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7663974521057533622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18969111/posts/default/7663974521057533622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://belendealba.blogspot.com/2008/04/esa-noche.html' title='Esa noche...'/><author><name>Belen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01704472658243060524</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VzmP0K5xuRs/SAQLc9WjTGI/AAAAAAAABZw/vpxwhCMQOCk/s72-c/luna3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
