<?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-35871038</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:17:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eliza</title><subtitle type='html'>Esencia de mis cálidas andanzas...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116123222127787697</id><published>2006-10-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:30:21.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/1600/barco%20de%20papel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/barco%20de%20papel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cayendo la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;en mis sabanas mojadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;las paredes murmuran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;el silbido del viento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Las horas se tornan frias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y de alguna parte de la habitación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;surgen barcos de papel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Navegan en el mar congelado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;temiendo desmayar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y consumen caracoles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;de algodón y sal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Me invitan a a pasear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;quieren que viaje a la isla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;de calamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Subo, soy tripulación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;empero;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;olvidan que soy humana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y que el mar son mis lagrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;que la isla calamar es mi cama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;y los caracoles mi cara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116123222127787697?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116123222127787697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116123222127787697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116123222127787697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116123222127787697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/cayendo-la-noche-en-mis-sabanas.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116111467888350428</id><published>2006-10-17T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:51:18.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;  Se quiebra la piel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/oto%3F%3Fo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Seco de piel .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gama de colores deambulantes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;se quiebran las ojas y tus ojos .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y te maldigo por la eternidad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y te amo por dolores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y sé que estas porque el viento me lleva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dónde tu respiras , dónde tu sueñas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Los reflejos del agua me exortan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a tejer tu cabello que forma estructuras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de cielo ámbar .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lo que anhelo de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;es él , el sabor a cama ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;lo estremecedor que es saber que muero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;y resucito mil veces , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a cada instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;despues convertida en tí ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;despeirto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;en kilómetros de recuerdos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;otoño.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116111467888350428?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116111467888350428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116111467888350428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111467888350428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111467888350428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/se-quiebra-la-piel-seco-de-piel.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116111313685890578</id><published>2006-10-17T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:25:36.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/1600/labios%20bco%20y%20negro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/labios%20bco%20y%20negro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116111313685890578?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116111313685890578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116111313685890578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111313685890578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111313685890578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/sed.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116111133444797161</id><published>2006-10-17T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:55:34.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muriendo lento...por tí personita ausente&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/1600/norma%20fourcade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/norma%20fourcade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116111133444797161?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116111133444797161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116111133444797161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111133444797161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116111133444797161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/muriendo-lento.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116085545872595198</id><published>2006-10-14T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:50:58.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Literando sobre nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que puedo hacer,cuando mis letras se tornan monótonas y resías;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ya no despierta en mí variedad alguna sentimentalmente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sentimentalmente estoy desesperada, así como para revolcarme en el suelo de locura fatal. Así,sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ampo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cuando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Me siento , sentir, SENTIMIENTO,paranoía de cosas hablantes,hirientes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;¿que sucede aquí? , aquí donde todos duermen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;juegan a vivir su muerte,resumirte,hablarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Letra, sílaba, palabra ,enunciado, verso ,conjetura extraña.Alineación blanca de acción negra,tiempos numéricos que danzan en la mente humana planetaria del universo expancionista común e infinito zodiaco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Siesta, día ,luna ,café ,personita que si eres tú.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;No me encuentro bajo influencias quimicas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ni naturales ,es influencia mental;tan fácil como dejar caer pensamientos del subconciente conciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Cuerpo ,las partes rompecabezicas del  léxico vagabundo interaccionantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aclarante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ojos de cielo ,de bosque ,de selva, de tundra, de sabana desértica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Se acabo aquí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116085545872595198?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116085545872595198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116085545872595198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085545872595198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085545872595198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/literando-sobre-nada-que-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116085419072123097</id><published>2006-10-14T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:29:50.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;La visita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Intento que su nombre completo quepa en un renglón ,pero es tan largo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Solo aveces cuando me da pereza,anoto su segundo nombre y adjunto se segundo apellido (ó tercero ¿?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Guadalupe Velazquez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Torcuanto Guadalupe Terna de Velazquez y Luca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me siento en la silla mesedora de la abuela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;la que está en el porche, y espero cada tarde la llegada de Guadalupe Velazquez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;no lo concosco aún.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Mi abuela dice que vendra, que pronto lo conocere,pero como cada tarde , anochece y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Torcuanto Guadalupe Terna de Velazquez y Luca ,no llega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Esperaré lucído día en que Guadalupe Velazquez decida venir a casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff9966;"&gt;a visitar a mamá, avisitar a la abuela, a visitarme a mí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116085419072123097?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116085419072123097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116085419072123097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085419072123097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085419072123097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-visita-intento-que-su-nombre.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116085321174494128</id><published>2006-10-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:13:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lamentos de Adela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay!!!me muero de tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me duele tanto dolor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cargar tanta pena &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que por desdicha me toco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corre el viento apresurado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a este jacal de clamor,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a sacudir mis candelabros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que lloran igual que yo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ay virgen de la peña&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;apiadate de esta alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que lucha contra el cielo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para encontrar paz y calma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116085321174494128?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116085321174494128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116085321174494128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085321174494128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116085321174494128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/lamentos-de-adela-ayme-muero-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116077314991691395</id><published>2006-10-13T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:59:09.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33cc00;"&gt;El&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;El no vendrá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;el no vino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se lo tragó la luz de la avenida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;se lo tragó el cansancio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;se lo tragó su alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y yo sumisamente trenzando mi cabello; pienso en él,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;en la tarta de besos de nuez con coco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;en el atardecer imparable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;en el silencio que yace a distancia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;El no vendrá, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;el no vino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Se lo tragó la tierra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;se lo tragó el ego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;se lo tragó su cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116077314991691395?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116077314991691395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116077314991691395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077314991691395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077314991691395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-el-no-vendr-el-no-vino.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116077274935823489</id><published>2006-10-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:52:29.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;El amor es obeso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El amor se compra con dienro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;en las esquinas, en el tianguis, en el supermercado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;en la escuela, en todos lugares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El amor es gordo y con bigote;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;lujurioso y apasionado .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;El amor no es palabra, no es significado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;es solo un gordo calvo con deseos de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;molestar personas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116077274935823489?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116077274935823489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116077274935823489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077274935823489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077274935823489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-amor-es-obeso-el-amor-se-compra-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116077214413494972</id><published>2006-10-13T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T13:42:24.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hueles bien bonito ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Está fue la frase que dió un ultimatum a nuestra relación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Maldito pervertido!!, que quieres decir con que huelo bonito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ¿acaso huelo a salchicha o a pay?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No yo solo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tu solo disfrutas humillarme diciendo que huelo bonito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yo se que despido aromas entrañables y nefastas, pero sabes, no tienes que mentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Si!!! ayer compre una loción  de la perra de Paris Hilton(&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;marca registrada&lt;/span&gt;) y decidí por causas extrañas rociar ese liquido en mi cuello y manos y ropa y cabello y todo, pero no tienes que decir que huelo bonito ¡¡¡¿¿entiendes??!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lo comentas nuevamente y se acabo!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;No sabía hasta ese instante que mi novia padece de neurosis aguda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;jamás le he vuelto a comentar si huele bien y relativamente si huele mal;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;en fin trato de asimilar su personalidad ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;aunque duela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&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/35871038-116077214413494972?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116077214413494972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116077214413494972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077214413494972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116077214413494972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/hueles-bien-bonito.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062883625791291</id><published>2006-10-11T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:53:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;En tu planeta me quede....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/1600/laura%20y%20yo!%20115.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/laura%20y%20yo%21%20115.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062883625791291?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062883625791291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062883625791291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062883625791291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062883625791291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/en-tu-planeta-me-quede.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062852499914981</id><published>2006-10-11T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:48:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Besos de tu boca bella vienen a mi busto belludo...&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/35871038-116062852499914981?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062852499914981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062852499914981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062852499914981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062852499914981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/besos-de-tu-boca-bella-vienen-mi-busto.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062838066927907</id><published>2006-10-11T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:46:20.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Crónicas mentales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vagabunda en el camino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jadeando por piedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;gata desausiada ¡miau!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Desnuda entre el cielo y la tierra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;jiras de mi mejilla derecha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;dónde jugaron a quererme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;escupirme(torturarme).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mis pasos son anclas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;que no deducen fondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;superficie,nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pesa vivir como cargar dos soles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;,tres, cuatro,¡cien!,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;según sea el pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Diviso una piedra al final del recódo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;llego a ella me siento ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt; respiro y tomo una siesta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062838066927907?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062838066927907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062838066927907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062838066927907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062838066927907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/crnicas-mentales-vagabunda-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062828219778471</id><published>2006-10-11T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:44:42.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Entre la oscuridad y el silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;tu imagen,tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;que día a dìa escudan mis sufrimientos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Me encantas , te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Te amo consuelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo esperanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo a tí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo conejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;te amo y no sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;.Caiste de la luna plateada (pateada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;una noche antes de mi posible muerte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ojo con ojo, labio con labio;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;los dias caminaron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;y el tacto inevitable paralizo mi pulso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Lo dijimos , sentimos lo que hasta hoy es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Transitas en mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;me tomas, me bebes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;que ganas de quererte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;de morderte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gracias por tocarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; y dejar sentir tu piel liquida en mis senos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;senos nocturnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062828219778471?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062828219778471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062828219778471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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asfalto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062796329657023?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062796329657023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062796329657023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062796329657023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062796329657023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/los-nios-gordos-incrustan-perlas-en-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma 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Y ME BUELVE LOCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y QUIERO MAS DE TU BOCA LLAGA CARNAL DE LABIOS QUE MIRO;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SE PEGAN LAS BOCAS Y LOS BESOS DE TUS LABIOS ME DESBOCAN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TU DULCE BOCA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062770399670609?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062770399670609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062770399670609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062770399670609'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tu estatura de molde,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a tus ojos que son mi tipíca busqueda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y de entre ramas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; quedan jorones de piel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de alma,de todo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y la pasión es la que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conlleva a amarte;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;utilizar tus manos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descarnarte y amación&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Es loca fantasía real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no sa-do-ma-so-quis-ta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sublime y regocijante,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el dominio¿de quien? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de las flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la plenitud de la noche&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;careta misteriosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ahora volvemos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los cuerpos quietos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;como la tierra,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respirando lunas muertas.&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/35871038-116062759491693294?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062759491693294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062759491693294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062759491693294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062759491693294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Extravagancias Personales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dormitaba despistadamente, así como para que nadie me viera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;El chofer frenaba y mi frente se hundía en el respaldo acolchonado del asiento contiguo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;el calor nolo puedo exentar, puesto que me provocaba gotas espesas de sudor en mi sien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ahora amodorrada y con todo eso que me acontecía, hice un incapié en mi siestecita,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;un olor a hormiga se había apoderado de la atmosfera; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;tuve miedo de voltear y ver a mi vecino de asiento convertido en una hormiga gigante, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sentada moviendo sus antenitas brillosas e intentando ocnversar conmigo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;"&gt;en secuencia como cuando cae un balde de agua fría me permití descubrir que todo era una fantasía ...pero, ¿y el olor a hormiga?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062749170914667?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062749170914667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062749170914667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062749170914667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062749170914667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/extravagancias-personales-dormitaba.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116062724437106525</id><published>2006-10-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:27:24.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoé , Laura y yo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/1600/laura%20y%20yo!%20117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/laura%20y%20yo%21%20117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062724437106525?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062724437106525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062724437106525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7238/3999/320/laura%20y%20yo%21%20105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062688871433153?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062688871433153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062688871433153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062688871433153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062688871433153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062579200816526</id><published>2006-10-11T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:03:12.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He pensado en abandonar a Rosa; es orpel,desdicha,locura.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quien no ha de saber que la flor de su garcia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regocija intimidades inverecundas, exitantes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me enerva la escoria de su vida flàcida y carnal;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su piel es papel que no se puede reciclar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la tinta de sus pasiones se han introducidoen lo mas profundo de sus poros lamidos,mojados,escurridos...&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/35871038-116062579200816526?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116062535302194062</id><published>2006-10-11T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:55:53.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Conejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De excurción entre flores y pasto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;encontre un conejo de algodón;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;su mirada de fuego intimidaba,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;va!!!conejo tarado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo tome en los brazos ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo apachurre así tan fuerte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que desprendio un quejido ahogado y chillón&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Lo asesine de amor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me lo comí de odio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cone de algodón.&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/35871038-116062535302194062?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062535302194062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si entre mis palabras pende un deseo ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el deseo es nulo puesto que las palabras no lo conceden.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bla bla bla , quiero esto , lo otro y aquello;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deseo tener una vida normal,deseo tela para oleo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deseo café azul,deseo palomas ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deseo poder tener loque deseo...Te deseo a ti personita.&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/35871038-116062509210026990?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062509210026990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062509210026990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062509210026990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062509210026990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/si-entre-mis-palabras-pende-un-deseo.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma 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&lt;br /&gt;me carcomen en silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Probablemente para esa distancia ya no exista...&lt;br /&gt;Nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116060797937663627?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116060797937663627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116060797937663627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116060797937663627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116060797937663627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/10/probablemente-al-arrastrar-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116059573105471897</id><published>2006-10-11T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:42:11.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los ojos de la tía Agáta son como de iguana...&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/35871038-116059573105471897?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35871038.post-116062519743118998</id><published>2006-09-17T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:53:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Milagros los que vemos y vivimos todos los dias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;encuentros,fotografias, diarios, libros y café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;La personita no comentó nada antes de irse de la avenida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;y yo aturdida ante la acción decidi matarme tres veces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Echada en el suelo como perra recién parida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;pálida y con gripame arrepentí de mis pecados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Fue un milagro tenerlo en la internet por tres minutos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;aunque solo fuera para decirnos...nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062519743118998?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062519743118998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062519743118998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062519743118998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062519743118998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cierra tus buzes y mirame,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡carajo! tu körper es reell.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extensas llanuras;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caderas,brazos,piernas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedos estimulantes que profanan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuestras mentes ampas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But i need der körper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para respirarte,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enfrascar tu aroma en mi sangre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ich bin schwach.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu seda delata mis impulsos;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inmutables,ofrecidos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bajo,debajo del körper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el tiempo ofusca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inmitten de tu y yo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el vaho del alma,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se desintegran nuestras caras;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahora der genuss del körper y el alma&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/35871038-116062566476327870?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062566476327870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062566476327870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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paz,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;las introduces en mi corazòn ampo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre besos y caricias,el frenesì despierta algarabìa;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;superflua ,discreta, deliciosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momentos perpetuos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eres secreto grato a descubrir.&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/35871038-116062588845824741?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062588845824741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062588845824741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062588845824741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062588845824741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/07/abres-tus-manos-y-liberas-lucirnagas.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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-35871038.post-116062785304760039</id><published>2006-06-30T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:37:33.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anécdota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Aveces andando en el andén,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;cayendo el atardecer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;asiento mis artimañas ¡si, eres mala araña! (normaraña).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Acciones ácidas que amagan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Así es,actuo antesde acatarlos resultados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Suele acontecer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;el arte es alharaca,autognosis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;arcano si lo aceptas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Por eso me alegra serartífice de telarañas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(mias las condenadas),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;azules,amarillas,anaranjadas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;asienten lo que les haga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;pues yo soy la araña.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35871038-116062785304760039?l=normafourcade1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/feeds/116062785304760039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35871038&amp;postID=116062785304760039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062785304760039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35871038/posts/default/116062785304760039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://normafourcade1.blogspot.com/2006/06/ancdota-aveces-andando-en-el-andn.html' title=''/><author><name>Norma Fourcade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05189300248197554813</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></feed>
