<?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-2937575290457040008</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:02:35.480-08:00</updated><category term='Videos'/><category term='poesia'/><category term='de todo un poco'/><title type='text'>Pedro Luis Velasquez</title><subtitle type='html'>la vida es bella y mas bello soy yo.
si me digeran que mañana moririA no lo creeria pues aun no me resigno a que este mundo me olvide depues que yo muera...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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algo que ni yo mismo estoy muy seguro.&lt;br /&gt;y&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="googie_link"&gt;a partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;de todo esto&lt;br /&gt;mi vida toma un nuevo giro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando reciba la respuesta &lt;br /&gt;yo desafiare al mundo entero &lt;br /&gt;cobrare vigor y coraje&lt;br /&gt;para luchar por lo que yo quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="googie_link"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;solo hay dos respuestas &lt;br /&gt;y que sea lo que Dios quiera&lt;br /&gt;aunque miles de respuesta&lt;br /&gt;como hormigas de mi mente se apoderan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="googie_link"&gt;esperare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;yo aguantare&lt;br /&gt;pero que no sean días&lt;br /&gt;ni horas&lt;br /&gt;tampoco minutos&lt;br /&gt;que sean segundos&lt;br /&gt;pero que sean pocos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues la intriga en cada momento me destroza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-3505630897691455748?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3505630897691455748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2010/01/me-encuentro-pensando-y-esperando-una.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/3505630897691455748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Sufrimiento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S0-4lSkBgII/AAAAAAAAAVE/w4PPk1Y8gYw/s1600-h/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S0-4lSkBgII/AAAAAAAAAVE/w4PPk1Y8gYw/s320/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;Que profundo malestar&lt;br /&gt;que mi alma en transe esta&lt;br /&gt;tus recuerdos me hacen agonizar&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma parece que ya se quiere despegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin animo&lt;br /&gt;sin fuerza&lt;br /&gt;sin aliento&lt;br /&gt;sin tregua ni un solo momento&lt;br /&gt;a mi alma carcome por dentro&lt;br /&gt;asta el punto que quiero olvidar todo esto&lt;br /&gt;y todo aquello&lt;br /&gt;tus recuerdos me atormentan por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ahora en esta soledad&lt;br /&gt;soledad que yo mismo he forjado&lt;br /&gt;a ella le cuento&lt;br /&gt;que a su ves&lt;br /&gt;ella me consuela con el silencio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-8421419055364694347?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8421419055364694347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2010/01/profundo-sufrimiento.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8421419055364694347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8421419055364694347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2010/01/profundo-sufrimiento.html' title='Profundo Sufrimiento'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S0-4lSkBgII/AAAAAAAAAVE/w4PPk1Y8gYw/s72-c/melancolia_bergen_munch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-4701891523629253076</id><published>2010-01-13T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:17:54.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Si me voy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S04cP7xky0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xs6NMQd2vbE/s1600-h/me+voy+pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S04cP7xky0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xs6NMQd2vbE/s320/me+voy+pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mi vida en este blog&lt;br /&gt;como un diario personal&lt;br /&gt;mejor dicho un diario para mostrar,&lt;br /&gt;y que voy a hacer&lt;br /&gt;si mañana me voy&lt;br /&gt;y no voy a poder escribir,&lt;br /&gt;huy no se que va a pasar,&lt;br /&gt;pero yo regresare y a todos mis&lt;br /&gt;lectores yo lo voy a apreciar&lt;br /&gt;por saber esperar&lt;br /&gt;y si tu no eres lector pues te invito ya&lt;br /&gt;como también te invito a comentar&lt;br /&gt;pero que sea ya ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/S04cP7xky0I/AAAAAAAAATo/Xs6NMQd2vbE/s72-c/me+voy+pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-8075117653267020734</id><published>2009-12-30T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T13:35:53.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Aun despues del mas alla...</title><content type='html'>Un frio recorre por mi&amp;nbsp; cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;y esque, ya hace varios años que no estas&lt;br /&gt;el tiempo te a opacado en mis pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;pero en mi alma casi siempre estas presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/Szvkl67MdsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n-PfvWDSIUU/s1600-h/aun+despues+del+mas+alla++pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/Szvkl67MdsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/n-PfvWDSIUU/s320/aun+despues+del+mas+alla++pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un lamento reposa sobre mi frente&lt;br /&gt;al pensar en ese dia...&lt;br /&gt;y&amp;nbsp; pensar que talves yo fui la causa.&lt;br /&gt;y si estubieras presente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dirias que no fue por casualidad, sino el puro destino&lt;br /&gt;que al ver el inmenso amor que me tenias&lt;br /&gt;con una gran sed de envidia&lt;br /&gt;te separa de mi en esta vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser que tu ya no estes presente&lt;br /&gt;y que mis pensamientos casi te olviden&lt;br /&gt;pero mis pensamientos no van deacurdo con aquello...&lt;br /&gt;y esque en el centro de mi ser&lt;br /&gt;te encuetras siempre conmigo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el resiproco amor que nos teniamos&lt;br /&gt;cada dia se ha aumentado&lt;br /&gt;y no alla la hora en que estemos...&lt;br /&gt;estemos frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;si, aun mas despues del mas alla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-8075117653267020734?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8075117653267020734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/aun-despues-del-mas-alla.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8075117653267020734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-5335360177766047637</id><published>2009-12-29T14:25:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T14:26:11.374-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Videos'/><title type='text'>Eclipse total del amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PKPjsjMMeTM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/PKPjsjMMeTM&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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amor'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-328658416486328269</id><published>2009-12-26T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:12:45.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de todo un poco'/><title type='text'>lo que UltraSurf hace por nosotros</title><content type='html'>hola amigos&amp;nbsp; son casi las 90:00 am y si les contara cuantas veces me ha ayudado ultrasurf, uy uy uy&lt;br /&gt;valla que me saca de aprietos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que es ultra Surf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ultrasurf es un pequeñisimo programa que pesa 424 Kb, cosa que se descarga aproximadamente entre un minuto&amp;nbsp; a dos minutos dependiendo de tu velocidad de internet.&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasurf es una aplicacin que funciona con Internet Explorer (posiblemente hay verciones para el magnifico firefox pero por el mometo no encuentro una que me convensa).&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasuf es una aplicacion de codigo libre, esto quiere decir que lo conseguimos GRATIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Que hace ultrasurf &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultrasuf enmascara nuetra ip (ip es la direccion en numeros con la que se identifica un ordenador en la web)&lt;br /&gt;y nos da una ip de paises como Estados Unidos Y Canada paices que no tienen ninguna regstrincion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cuando utilizo ultrasurf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieres descargar un archivo de megaupload, rapishar o plataformas similares y te dice "al alcanzado el limite de descargas por dia" o "su ip esta descargardo 6488484...bites de archivo rar. o cosas como esto que son pretestos para que pagemos por una cuenta premium&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Cuado esta viendo una pelicula en megavido y sale el molesto mensaje del limite de 72 minutos y hay que esperar meia hora..&lt;br /&gt;Paginas que no admiten tu pias o tinen sierto numero de usuarios para el mismo&lt;br /&gt;Paginas que an bloqueado tu ip&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente quieres navegar en el anonimato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SzYzn48MOQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M0n6v5JKmgE/s1600-h/ultrasurf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SzYzn48MOQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M0n6v5JKmgE/s320/ultrasurf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ultrasurf en Accion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro dia introduje varias veces mi contraseña en my Space y me bloque "mi cuenta"&lt;br /&gt;entre con ultrasuf y listo y bum como que si nada (entre mas de un mes asi porque no me era posible hacer lo normalente)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba viendo lo mas interesate de una pelicula en megavideo y se me corta por el limite de 72 minutos y me pide que compre una cuenta premium o que espere media hora, entre con ultrasurf y bum, puede ver el resto de la pelicula sin esperar ni pagar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba creando una cuenta de correo llene todos&amp;nbsp; los formularios y me dice que he sobrepasodo el limite de creacion de cuentas por dia (lo malo de tener internet movistar, todos los usuarios tienen la misma ip y la pagina deduse que tu pc ya creo una), utilice ultrasurf y listo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SzYzyCcMgaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cCU57wpWX8M/s1600-h/candado+de+ultrasurf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SzYzyCcMgaI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cCU57wpWX8M/s320/candado+de+ultrasurf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude descargar todo el dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba viendo un partido de la champions y me saca la pagina porque solo admitia 30 personas de mi pais.&lt;br /&gt;entre con ultlraSurf y vi todo el patido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada dia descubro mas lugares donde ultrasuf me saca de aprientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ultrareach.com/downloads/ultrasurf/u98.zip"&gt;DESCARGA ULTRASURF&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; y se actualiza solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-328658416486328269?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SzYzn48MOQI/AAAAAAAAAEE/M0n6v5JKmgE/s72-c/ultrasurf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-5742337673124910003</id><published>2009-12-21T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:52:47.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de todo un poco'/><title type='text'>Por mi Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guate360.com/galeria/data/media/21/atardecer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.guate360.com/galeria/data/media/21/atardecer.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ayer estube en un paraiso&lt;br /&gt;donde pude ver el horizonte&lt;br /&gt;estube alli desde pocas horas de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;y vi tambien el sol ocultarse frenta a las montañas&lt;br /&gt;yo estube alli y no queria dejarlo jamas&lt;br /&gt;yo estuve alli y se lugar lo llamaban Guatemala&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-5742337673124910003?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5742337673124910003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-mi-guatemala.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/5742337673124910003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/5742337673124910003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-mi-guatemala.html' title='Por mi Guatemala'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-8046379459304220387</id><published>2009-12-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:15:13.506-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Melancolia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/301dgfb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/301dgfb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un nudo en la garganta&lt;br /&gt;talves una lagrima&lt;br /&gt;o simplemente un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento que no quiero&lt;br /&gt;no quiero&lt;br /&gt;no quiero dejar salir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues en mi vida solo hay sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;y algunas veces un profundo padecimiento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No se si ahora una lagrima&lt;br /&gt;pueda limpiar este sufrimieto pero&lt;br /&gt;con ella sello esto padecimiento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-8046379459304220387?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8046379459304220387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-8458339890694252237</id><published>2009-12-12T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:08:04.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>De Niño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alejandra64.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" src="http://alejandra64.files.wordpress.com/2007/07/recuerdos-de-ninos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De niño yo no sufria&lt;br /&gt;yo solo reia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De niño yo solo vivia&lt;br /&gt;yo solo vivia en alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De niño no me importaba&lt;br /&gt;no me importaba si yo tenia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De niño no me importaba&lt;br /&gt;si mañana viviria o moriria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De niño no conocia mas&lt;br /&gt;que la bondad de esta vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay como quisiera yo&lt;br /&gt;volver a ser niño&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-8458339890694252237?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8458339890694252237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-nino.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8458339890694252237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8458339890694252237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-nino.html' title='De Niño'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-2596220876400483596</id><published>2009-12-12T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:16:21.020-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Me Duele El Alma  Y Mas Adentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tempsgranollers.com/bloc/alotroladodelespejo/files/mayas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.tempsgranollers.com/bloc/alotroladodelespejo/files/mayas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Me duele el alma y mas adentro&lt;br /&gt;me duele al ver la sangre de mi gente&lt;br /&gt;me duele al ver morir en su latente&lt;br /&gt;me duele al ver el pueblo que ya no tengo&lt;br /&gt;me duele al ver que se acaba mi pueblo&lt;br /&gt;me duele pero lucharemos hate la murte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me duele porque ya todo seso&lt;br /&gt;me duele porque esta ves no triunfamos&lt;br /&gt;me duele porque el enemigo nos vencio&lt;br /&gt;me duele porque tanta de mi gente murio&lt;br /&gt;me duele el alma y mas adentro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-2596220876400483596?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-3525076103602522540</id><published>2009-12-12T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:17:47.878-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Tesoro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.hola.com/elprimermarcapaginas/tesoro%2520color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270" src="http://blogs.hola.com/elprimermarcapaginas/tesoro%2520color.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Un tesoro yo encontre&lt;br /&gt;ni que ni el oro ni la plata&lt;br /&gt;lo pueden conpender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tesoro yo encontre&lt;br /&gt;uno del que nunca imagine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tesoro yo encontre&lt;br /&gt;uno del que nunca soñe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-3525076103602522540?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3525076103602522540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/tesoro.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/3525076103602522540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/3525076103602522540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/tesoro.html' title='Tesoro'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-7905902412074685583</id><published>2009-12-12T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:18:28.882-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>pensar En TI</title><content type='html'>&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; Al oir el canto de un ave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sp0.fotolog.com/photo/0/47/22/o0mar_nio0o/1240792589913_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sp0.fotolog.com/photo/0/47/22/o0mar_nio0o/1240792589913_f.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;esa melodia tan agaladora y risueña.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al sentir el viento rosar por mi oido&lt;br /&gt;pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;me hace recordar tu voz suve y tenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al sentir mi corazon latir&lt;br /&gt;tan solo pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;pensar en ti me hace escuchar tu vos tan&lt;br /&gt;suave y tenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al pensar en nada, pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;y al pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;solo puedo aun mas pensar en ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-7905902412074685583?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7905902412074685583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensar-en-ti.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/7905902412074685583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/7905902412074685583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/pensar-en-ti.html' title='pensar En TI'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-7105706386783087175</id><published>2009-12-12T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:19:27.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>el humo a pintado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drasolt.com/imagenes/reypicasso/zz_040repas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.drasolt.com/imagenes/reypicasso/zz_040repas.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;En un lugar no muy lejos de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;se encuentra una humilde familia&lt;br /&gt;una muchacha cosinando&lt;br /&gt;utilizando una piedra de moler&lt;br /&gt;un comal, una parrilla tiznada,&lt;br /&gt;una olla aumada, unas tortillas&lt;br /&gt;casi quemadas, un cafe preparado&lt;br /&gt;y en la paredes el amor que el humo a dejado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-7105706386783087175?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-4968660985474788443</id><published>2009-12-12T15:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:22:41.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>No Son Simples Palabras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://siempreenmedio.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/palabras1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://siempreenmedio.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/palabras1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palabras que llegan al nucleo del alma&lt;br /&gt;palabras que nunca olvidaras&lt;br /&gt;palabras que mañana trendras &lt;br /&gt;palabras que ta hacen temblar&lt;br /&gt;palabras que ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No son simples palabras&lt;br /&gt;ni tan solo una palabra&lt;br /&gt;una palabra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por siempre en tu alma grabada quedara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-4968660985474788443?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4968660985474788443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-son-simples-palabras.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/4968660985474788443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/4968660985474788443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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flecha que traspasa un corazon&lt;br /&gt;la puedes sacar aunque es un poco doloroso&lt;br /&gt;y aunque ya no este alli&lt;br /&gt;una sicatriz quedara&lt;br /&gt;siempre recuerdos te dejara&lt;br /&gt;siempre quedara el lugar o&lt;br /&gt;espacio en donde penetro&lt;br /&gt;y un lugar ocupo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-1683685049151382089?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1683685049151382089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/como-una-flecha.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/1683685049151382089'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://psycoterapiabcn.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/aa-calma-737447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://psycoterapiabcn.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/aa-calma-737447.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;En silencio ya todo esta&lt;br /&gt;ni las aves ni el viento se escuchan ya&lt;br /&gt;ni un grito, ni un suspiro enamorando esta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En calma, en calma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talves en pausa&lt;br /&gt;talves dormido&lt;br /&gt;talves inerte&lt;br /&gt;talves en suspenso&lt;br /&gt;talves solamente callado se encontrara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ningun estrepito estruendo logra romper el vidrio del silencio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-6750782724794648820?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-5815369405308925213</id><published>2009-12-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:11:49.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>De Que Me Sirve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogs.madrimasd.org/images/weblogs_madrimasd_org/universo/818/o_M%C3%A1s%20all%C3%A1%20de%20las%20Nubes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="227" src="http://weblogs.madrimasd.org/images/weblogs_madrimasd_org/universo/818/o_M%C3%A1s%20all%C3%A1%20de%20las%20Nubes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Soy un mendigo y un rey&lt;br /&gt;soy rico y pobre a la ves&lt;br /&gt;tengo ambre y estoy satisfecho&lt;br /&gt;tengo fe y yo soy incredulo&lt;br /&gt;tengo oro y tengo dudas&lt;br /&gt;tengo todo y no tengo nada&lt;br /&gt;De que me sirve que tenga todo o no tenga nada&lt;br /&gt;si cuando yo muera no he de llebarme&lt;br /&gt;ni mi pobresa muchomenos mi riqueza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-5815369405308925213?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5815369405308925213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-que-me-sirve.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/5815369405308925213'/><link 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href="http://lamujeresqueleto.lacoctelera.net/myfiles/lamujeresqueleto/El-camino-de-la-vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://lamujeresqueleto.lacoctelera.net/myfiles/lamujeresqueleto/El-camino-de-la-vida.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calle ya el sol&lt;br /&gt;y nace ya la luna&lt;br /&gt;muere la niñes&lt;br /&gt;y florece la juventud&lt;br /&gt;tiempo que jamas&lt;br /&gt;regresara ni volvera&lt;br /&gt;y por ultimo&lt;br /&gt;no se que pasara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-7504414986959808751?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/7504414986959808751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-1271496737831324128</id><published>2009-12-12T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:58:20.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Recuerdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/3370/hojas4ss7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img132.imageshack.us/img132/3370/hojas4ss7.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recuerdos casi todos tendran&lt;br /&gt;pero ninguno como el mio&lt;br /&gt;similares talvez&lt;br /&gt;pero ninguno como el mio jamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un mejor recuerdo quiza&lt;br /&gt;pero ninguno como el mio abra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otros recuerdos tendre&lt;br /&gt;pero en mi alma, este por siempre vivira.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo borra recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;pero mi recurdo peregne sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol lo marchitara pero alli siempre estara&lt;br /&gt;y este mi recuerdo siempre conmigo vivira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-1271496737831324128?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/1271496737831324128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/recuerdos.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/1271496737831324128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/1271496737831324128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/recuerdos.html' title='Recuerdos'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-5502051275495580342</id><published>2009-12-12T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:56:13.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Lamentos de mi Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/7/0/0/6/1/275135lamentos.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.foroswebgratis.com/imagenes_foros/7/0/0/6/1/275135lamentos.gif" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como te extraño...&lt;br /&gt;en el silencio parece que escucho tu vos&lt;br /&gt;que cocmo eco se apodera de mi avitacion&lt;br /&gt;Los tenues susurros me reprochan que tu ya no estas.&lt;br /&gt;El viento parese traer tu aroma de cualquier lugar&lt;br /&gt;ya no aguanto esta monotona soledad&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazon palpita aunque ya muerto esta&lt;br /&gt;y ahora solo estoy enturbiado&lt;br /&gt;porque tu ya no estas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los lamentos acongojados de mi alma se consuelan en el amor de mis entrañas&lt;br /&gt;lamento, lamento de mi corazon&lt;br /&gt;que emite sonidos endolorecidos&lt;br /&gt;que mi alma en cada suspiro devora&lt;br /&gt;venid pues ami que mi alma me devora..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-5502051275495580342?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/5502051275495580342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamentos-de-mi-alma.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/5502051275495580342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/5502051275495580342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/12/lamentos-de-mi-alma.html' title='Lamentos de mi Alma'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-4939732047511296025</id><published>2009-12-12T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:04:06.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poesia'/><title type='text'>Pensaba en ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75ocvi5RkVY/SrJ1DvZY8YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z9J0-6FASIk/s1600/pensar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_75ocvi5RkVY/SrJ1DvZY8YI/AAAAAAAAAVE/z9J0-6FASIk/s320/pensar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensaba en ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;la dicha que tengo de pensar en ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tu figura como de angelical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;si dejara de pensar en ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no lo quieo ni pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-4939732047511296025?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/4939732047511296025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-8054143279255776189</id><published>2009-01-12T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:02:50.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de todo un poco'/><title type='text'>La Felicidad el Estupor del Alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es la siguiente una de las muchas frases del escritor paulo cohelo que ha llegado a ipactarme y aserme medidar profundamente tanto que cada ves encuetro mil rasones y sentimientos para continuar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Es justamente la posibilidad    de realizar un sueño lo que hace que la vida sea interesante"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pues para mi la la verdadera felicidas es seguir e ir tras nuestros sueños....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;La felicidad puede apenas estar frente a nosotros sin darnos cuenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igooh.com/uc/in/23891.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://www.igooh.com/uc/in/23891.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;La felicidad esta simpre visible solo que tenemos que reconcerla ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ve, corre, grita, sueña y has todo lo que sea posible por ser feliz inclusibe todo aquello que no lo fuera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;La feliciad es el opio del alma y el alma es el centro de uno mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hay mucho que hacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;si fueramos cada segundo de nuestra vida felices sin dejar que este sentimiento que va mas aya de lo que podamos imaginar estariamos en un lugar no mortal y libre de la maldad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anda que tu alma esplote de felicidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pedro L. Velasquez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-8054143279255776189?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/8054143279255776189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-felicidad-el-estupor-del-alma.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8054143279255776189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/8054143279255776189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/11/la-felicidad-el-estupor-del-alma.html' title='La Felicidad el Estupor del Alma'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2937575290457040008.post-3879608527553317441</id><published>2009-01-12T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T15:00:08.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='de todo un poco'/><title type='text'>No me Resigno</title><content type='html'>"No me resigno a que, cuando yo muera, siga el mundo como si yo no hubiera vivido" (Pedro Arrupe), cavilando profunadamente en el significado de dicha palabra, me ha atormentado y he entrado en un estupor inaudible, que me carcome el alma paulatinamente mientras yo vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Si cuando yo muera probamente mis vivencias el tiempo ni las recuerde. ¿Que plasmara el tiempo y la historia? en la humanidad. hacer algo magnifico, asombroso, algo casi imposible de realilzar, algo digno de contar, alfin y al cabo las personas viven y muchas veces el mundo sigue igual.&lt;br /&gt;La vida es una camino insierto y eso es lo que lo hace interesante, mañana morire y lo que aga no se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkX0_Of5mA4/SpcyiS9IaPI/AAAAAAAACA4/RcDZoQ_DtsU/s1600/Tiempo1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkX0_Of5mA4/SpcyiS9IaPI/AAAAAAAACA4/RcDZoQ_DtsU/s320/Tiempo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;si la historia me recordara.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vivire y no  me resignare&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vivire mañana no lo se&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vivire y la vida no comprendere&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vivire y no sabre lo que dejare&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vivire y almenos mis memorias en mi estaran..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2937575290457040008-3879608527553317441?l=pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/feeds/3879608527553317441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-me-resigno.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/3879608527553317441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2937575290457040008/posts/default/3879608527553317441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedro-velasquez.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-me-resigno.html' title='No me Resigno'/><author><name>EU</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00800757941401567330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sVVLvwLcQmo/SvdM9xMOBcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bjrvDgqBRLM/S220/pic+buena2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NkX0_Of5mA4/SpcyiS9IaPI/AAAAAAAACA4/RcDZoQ_DtsU/s72-c/Tiempo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
