<?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-6623959169997865286</id><updated>2011-09-19T12:54:06.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cosquillas en los pies"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cosquillas en los pies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04728195633590656251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv02iGjCqQg/TnOrMNAFR0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xpCMrzGwqs0/s220/IMG00468-20110723-1848.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623959169997865286.post-6451495080971842863</id><published>2011-09-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:54:06.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div extend="true" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"¿Qué es la vida? Un frensí.&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es la vida? Una&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;una sombra, una ficción,&lt;br /&gt;y el mayor bien es pequeño;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que toda la vida es sueño,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; y los sueños sueños son&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfR4dvQ_AfU/TnedpCeObwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kxYR0239NY8/s1600/IMG00392-20110630-2253.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfR4dvQ_AfU/TnedpCeObwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kxYR0239NY8/s200/IMG00392-20110630-2253.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623959169997865286-6451495080971842863?l=cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/feeds/6451495080971842863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-es-la-vida-un-frensi.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/6451495080971842863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/6451495080971842863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/que-es-la-vida-un-frensi.html' title=''/><author><name>Cosquillas en los pies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04728195633590656251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv02iGjCqQg/TnOrMNAFR0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xpCMrzGwqs0/s220/IMG00468-20110723-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lfR4dvQ_AfU/TnedpCeObwI/AAAAAAAAABE/kxYR0239NY8/s72-c/IMG00392-20110630-2253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623959169997865286.post-7315806074148531242</id><published>2011-09-18T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T02:53:40.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Báilame el agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Bailame el agua&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Úntame de amor y otras fragancias de tu jardín&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundifrases.com/tema/bailame-el-agua/1779#" rel="nofollow" style="border-bottom: 1px dotted; color: #009999; cursor: hand; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;secreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sácame de quicio. Hazme sufrir. Ponme a secar como un trapo mojado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lléname de vida. Líbrame de mi estigma. Llámame tonto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Olvida todo lo que haya podido decirte hasta ahora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No me arrastres,no me asustes. &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;Vete lejos,pero no sueltes mi mano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Empecemos de nuevo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Toca mis ojos. Nota la textura del calor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;¿Por cuánto te vendes? &lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue;"&gt;Píllate los dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Deja que te invite a un café,caliente,claro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Y sin azúcar... sin aliento. &lt;/taghw&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623959169997865286-7315806074148531242?l=cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/feeds/7315806074148531242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/bailame-el-agua.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/7315806074148531242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/7315806074148531242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/bailame-el-agua.html' title='Báilame el agua'/><author><name>Cosquillas en los pies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04728195633590656251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv02iGjCqQg/TnOrMNAFR0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xpCMrzGwqs0/s220/IMG00468-20110723-1848.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6623959169997865286.post-606964229977596036</id><published>2011-09-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T12:49:56.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se acabó...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Así como llegó, se ha ido.&lt;/span&gt; Tanto tiempo esperando que llegara y luego se va, sin&amp;nbsp;avisar. Tampoco se despide.&amp;nbsp;Parece que&amp;nbsp;fue ayer cuando estábamos en clase,&amp;nbsp;esperando impacientemente&amp;nbsp;la &lt;span style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: red;"&gt;LIBERTAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; El sol brillaba en el cielo y el agua del mar aún estaba fría. La mirada de la gente desprendía ilusión y alegría. Ahora al contrario, lo que se puede adivinar en muchos de los ojos con los que me cruzo es algo parecido a la melancolía.&amp;nbsp;Yo misma, cuando me miro al espejo lo veo.&amp;nbsp;No puedo evitar&amp;nbsp; recordar una y otra vez todas las cosas que&amp;nbsp;han pasado.Tantas, y tan diferentes. Pero&amp;nbsp;no voy a llorar porque ya ha acabado, sino que voy a&amp;nbsp;seguir&amp;nbsp;un&amp;nbsp;consejo que alguien alguna vez me dijo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black; font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;No llores porque acabó,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;sonríe porque sucedió.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySIid3YccDk/TnOniv8BJeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJPzhWvY1jw/s1600/GEDC0304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="height: 157px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 322px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySIid3YccDk/TnOniv8BJeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJPzhWvY1jw/s320/GEDC0304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6623959169997865286-606964229977596036?l=cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/feeds/606964229977596036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-acabo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/606964229977596036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6623959169997865286/posts/default/606964229977596036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cosquillasenlospies.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-acabo.html' title='Se acabó...'/><author><name>Cosquillas en los pies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04728195633590656251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gv02iGjCqQg/TnOrMNAFR0I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xpCMrzGwqs0/s220/IMG00468-20110723-1848.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySIid3YccDk/TnOniv8BJeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/iJPzhWvY1jw/s72-c/GEDC0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
