tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578Tue, 29 Dec 2009 15:09:48 +0000Me duele el amor, la indiferencia, las injustícias... Escribo sobre aquello que me duele, nada más.http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Telma)Blogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-6317919023945223085Mon, 21 Dec 2009 11:59:00 +00002009-12-22T03:12:28.740-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SzCpeoBcDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/AyISA7K1mHs/s1600-h/deseoxc7.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016695331327586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SzCpeoBcDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/AyISA7K1mHs/s320/deseoxc7.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Mi recuerdo </div><br /><p align="center">enajenado</p><br /><p align="center">me provoca y </p><br /><p align="center">no contempla</p><br /><p align="center">las horas llorando</p><br /><p align="center">con el alma rota.</p><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">Ni la angustia,</p><br /><p align="center">ni el gesto </p><br /><p align="center">desesperado.</p><br /><p align="center">Ni el dolor</p><br /><p align="center">causado.</p><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6317919023945223085?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/12/recuerdo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-1623113459145038370Sat, 12 Dec 2009 09:04:00 +00002009-12-12T01:20:04.193-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyNgJcE51bI/AAAAAAAAARM/nwDk04MAfEg/s1600-h/dolor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414276892301317554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyNgJcE51bI/AAAAAAAAARM/nwDk04MAfEg/s320/dolor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Puedes besar mi alma</div><br /><div align="center">intangible.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y puedes, en ese</div><br /><div align="center">mismo punto en que</div><br /><div align="center">la besas,</div><br /><div align="center">clavarme </div><br /><div align="center">un alfiler.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1623113459145038370?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/12/amor.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5784547635488134588Thu, 10 Dec 2009 17:07:00 +00002009-12-10T09:17:19.351-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyEtB1oNZYI/AAAAAAAAARE/hqovf_iUe5A/s1600-h/mujer_ducha-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657736674895234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyEtB1oNZYI/AAAAAAAAARE/hqovf_iUe5A/s320/mujer_ducha-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Siento el agua</div><br /><div align="center">casi ardiendo</div><br /><div align="center">caer sobre mí</div><br /><div align="center">con la esperanza</div><br /><div align="center">de limpiar mi alma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El agua borrará</div><br /><div align="center">la pena,</div><br /><div align="center">la desidia.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El agua esconde</div><br /><div align="center">el llanto.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El agua quema,</div><br /><div align="center">reconforta y</div><br /><div align="center">sin querer,</div><br /><div align="center">me ahoga.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5784547635488134588?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/12/el-agua.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-1804650206493170515Fri, 04 Dec 2009 19:33:00 +00002009-12-04T11:41:55.910-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sxll6OKL5YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/teAaGLc8Uxg/s1600-h/monos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411468478169998722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sxll6OKL5YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/teAaGLc8Uxg/s320/monos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Es la verdad,</div><br /><div align="center">cayendo sobre mí</div><br /><div align="center">cual jarro de </div><br /><div align="center">agua fría,</div><br /><div align="center">la que me desvela.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1804650206493170515?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/12/la-verdad.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-6749652548845461602Tue, 24 Nov 2009 10:28:00 +00002009-11-24T02:40:29.268-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Swu3_GZoPrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/w9_204gBkk8/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407618072266161842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Swu3_GZoPrI/AAAAAAAAAQk/w9_204gBkk8/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Una vez rota </div><br /><div align="center">la coraza,</div><br /><div align="center">queda la</div><br /><div align="center">inconsistencia</div><br /><div align="center">de mi suerte </div><br /><div align="center">al saberme tuya.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Queda el miedo</div><br /><div align="center">de la desnudez,</div><br /><div align="center">el pudor </div><br /><div align="center">del alma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Queda la lucha</div><br /><div align="center">constante.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Queda el sabor</div><br /><div align="center">de amarte.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6749652548845461602?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/11/una-vez-rota.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5760113862218280470Mon, 10 Aug 2009 22:09:00 +00002009-08-10T15:18:11.841-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SoCcgbdLPII/AAAAAAAAAQU/8qOV5NRSpM4/s1600-h/ojodani.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SoCcgbdLPII/AAAAAAAAAQU/8qOV5NRSpM4/s400/ojodani.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368462836765506690" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Si sigues mirándome así<br />no respondo<br />de perderme<br />en esos ojos.<br /><br />Y volverme azul.<br />Contigo.<br />Por ti.<br />Como tú.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5760113862218280470?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/08/mirame.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-310751035796739643Mon, 15 Jun 2009 18:24:00 +00002009-06-15T11:31:23.467-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SjaTNOjQACI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Gh1CNq2uR-g/s1600-h/Lagrimas+gr+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SjaTNOjQACI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Gh1CNq2uR-g/s400/Lagrimas+gr+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347623463002570786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Cuando el sentimiento<br />te invade,<br />y fluye,<br />ya no mandas tú.<br /><br />Y fluyes con él<br />o mueres.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-310751035796739643?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/06/fluyes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-2287353263055121524Fri, 15 May 2009 22:05:00 +00002009-05-15T15:13:39.918-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sg3o_BzNGFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SrYD60SAvT4/s1600-h/camino_recto.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sg3o_BzNGFI/AAAAAAAAAQE/SrYD60SAvT4/s400/camino_recto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336177303016511570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Voy a romper el círculo<br />por el que ando.<br /><br />Con mis dientes,<br />a patadas,<br />con o sin tu ayuda.<br /><br />Esta vez avanzaré.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2287353263055121524?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/05/avanzare.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-275288386930432713Mon, 11 May 2009 14:12:00 +00002009-05-11T10:49:12.602-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SggzC4tn0AI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4ZvKiKMIc_c/s1600-h/Open_Door_by_HeartofSword.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SggzC4tn0AI/AAAAAAAAAP8/4ZvKiKMIc_c/s400/Open_Door_by_HeartofSword.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334569883296845826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Helado.<br /><br />Así está mi corazón.<br /><br />Sin leña ya, para las noches frías.<br /><br />Sin luz.<br /><br />Así lo dejaste tú.<br /><br />Ni te molestes en volver sin traer una puta cerilla.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-275288386930432713?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/05/helado.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-6481730460968380364Sun, 26 Apr 2009 18:45:00 +00002009-04-26T11:57:43.763-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SfSug63aKSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aqCOMOGLC6E/s1600-h/volando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SfSug63aKSI/AAAAAAAAAP0/aqCOMOGLC6E/s400/volando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329076139666843938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />He abierto los ojos.<br /><br />He salido volando,<br /><br /> por fin.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6481730460968380364?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/04/por-fin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-475668516250268628Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:46:00 +00002009-03-30T13:56:02.936-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SdExthFA-xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nCqkHd2cQ1M/s1600-h/gente_p.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SdExthFA-xI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nCqkHd2cQ1M/s400/gente_p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319087292944546578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Aún te busco.<br />Pero ni el más leve<br />indicio de ti.<br /><br />Es como si hubieras muerto.<br />Sin haber nacido.<br /><br />Te maté sin saber<br />si habías existido.<br /><br />Dejé de quererte<br />sin haberte conocido.<br /><br />Aún te busco entre la gente,<br />por caminos<br />que jamás he recorrido,<br />entre caras<br />que jamás he visto.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-475668516250268628?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/te-busco.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5947451925600243917Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:23:00 +00002009-03-18T07:34:48.196-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/ScEGdx8T_uI/AAAAAAAAANw/f7PrmFP6Xhw/s1600-h/madre%2Be%2Bhijo.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/ScEGdx8T_uI/AAAAAAAAANw/f7PrmFP6Xhw/s320/madre%2Be%2Bhijo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314536143966174946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />A ti no quiero decepcionarte.<br /><br />A ti no.<br /><br />Porque tú estarás<br />y serás siempre.<br /><br />Porque a ti no podré<br />dejar de amarte.<br /><br />Porque saliste de mí<br />sin ser mío.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5947451925600243917?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/tu.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5699435459294020524Tue, 17 Mar 2009 23:09:00 +00002009-03-17T16:13:25.715-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/ScAugdIpdOI/AAAAAAAAANo/QnZOplifn8Y/s1600-h/tiempo1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/ScAugdIpdOI/AAAAAAAAANo/QnZOplifn8Y/s320/tiempo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314298695408776418" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Recuerdo ese momento en que<br />quise detener el tiempo...<br /><br />Debí hacerlo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5699435459294020524?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/tiempo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-1585169305114843130Sun, 15 Mar 2009 23:58:00 +00002009-03-15T17:09:32.133-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sb2YqkNX0UI/AAAAAAAAANg/ObicwUW3dmI/s1600-h/miedo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sb2YqkNX0UI/AAAAAAAAANg/ObicwUW3dmI/s320/miedo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313570992408744258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Se tambalea<br />mi juicio insensato<br />asustado esta vez.<br /><br />Se tambalea<br />mi miedo,<br />la duda.<br /><br />Se tambalea<br />un mañana<br />que está por llegar<br />idefectiblemente,<br />otra vez.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1585169305114843130?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/miedo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-8781662279213987312Sat, 14 Mar 2009 21:21:00 +00002009-03-14T14:32:26.495-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SbwiVF0UOfI/AAAAAAAAANY/VSQsyD1rync/s1600-h/Trilogia-de-la-ira-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SbwiVF0UOfI/AAAAAAAAANY/VSQsyD1rync/s320/Trilogia-de-la-ira-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313159406124546546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Es el dolor de<br />saberte ausente,<br /><br />es la certeza de tu duda,<br />es la ausencia de respuesta.<br /><br /><br /><br />Es el calor de la ira,<br />la impotencia.<br /><br />Es la rabia,<br />es el rencor,<br />la añoranza,<br />el orgullo...<br />La paciencia.<br /><br />Es el dolor de<br />saberte ausente.<br />Es tu prepotencia.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8781662279213987312?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/ira.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-7593106138587811128Mon, 09 Mar 2009 21:09:00 +00002009-03-09T14:17:13.096-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SbWHQShGMcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RxApfcYjtxQ/s1600-h/El+hueco+que+dejo+tu+vacio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SbWHQShGMcI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RxApfcYjtxQ/s320/El+hueco+que+dejo+tu+vacio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311300049471680962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Queda un hueco<br />frío, enorme<br />y vacío.<br /><br />Queda un rincón<br />donde no hay nada.<br /><br />Ni pena, ni dolor,<br />ni amor.<br /><br />Queda mi silencio<br />ausente.<br /><br />Queda mi mirada<br />inerte.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-7593106138587811128?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/nada.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-4761824567472971363Sun, 01 Mar 2009 14:06:00 +00002009-03-01T06:11:41.088-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SaqXjTl5oYI/AAAAAAAAANI/QNcoEZwoDas/s1600-h/1194225386_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SaqXjTl5oYI/AAAAAAAAANI/QNcoEZwoDas/s320/1194225386_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308221743620006274" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Empezaré perdonándome<br />a mí misma.<br /><br />Creo que sí.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4761824567472971363?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/03/perdon.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-4084825128399425464Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:24:00 +00002009-02-27T12:41:12.858-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SahP14BZAGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3i2CYHBzT3E/s1600-h/prf0034fg0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SahP14BZAGI/AAAAAAAAAM4/3i2CYHBzT3E/s320/prf0034fg0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307579947846008930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Y olvidaré<br />tus mentiras,<br />y tus miradas<br />fingidas.<br /><br />Y tus caricias<br />amargas<br />y tus necias sonrisas.<br /><br />Y tus malditos<br />labios,<br />y tus ojos...<br />Mi vida...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4084825128399425464?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/02/mentiras.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-618640297069650674Thu, 12 Feb 2009 19:45:00 +00002009-02-12T11:50:22.530-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SZR9Zkg9bSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qSX-xGY8VJg/s1600-h/1198731401_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SZR9Zkg9bSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/qSX-xGY8VJg/s320/1198731401_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302000539574037794" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />He sacado el valor<br />para empezar a olvidarte<br />de un pliegue<br />de la sábana de mi cama,<br />tan grande... Sin ti.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-618640297069650674?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/02/valor.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-163657588315552678Fri, 23 Jan 2009 20:11:00 +00002009-01-23T12:21:42.228-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SXomteTXNtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fdMQV_8NQeY/s1600-h/espejo-stargate.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SXomteTXNtI/AAAAAAAAAMU/fdMQV_8NQeY/s320/espejo-stargate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294586874597684946" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Me reflejé en ti.<br /><br />Eso era tu amor,<br />un reflejo y tú,<br />mi espejo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-163657588315552678?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/01/mi-espejo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-583688201710946457Sat, 10 Jan 2009 21:10:00 +00002009-01-10T13:19:38.261-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SWkQ0Wfd5pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ONeu30zCPRc/s1600-h/1183522428_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SWkQ0Wfd5pI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ONeu30zCPRc/s320/1183522428_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289777728900163218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br />Cuando estoy contigo<br />soy yo.<br /><br />Mirándome a través de ti<br />me gusto más.<br /><br />Amándote me siento bien,<br />feliz.<br /><br />Yo. Yo. Yo.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-583688201710946457?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2009/01/amor.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-1311749018416346664Tue, 23 Dec 2008 23:22:00 +00002008-12-23T15:27:41.799-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SVFzhtmDrcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/o3bpOY_STdI/s1600-h/ishot-31.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283130860894399938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SVFzhtmDrcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/o3bpOY_STdI/s320/ishot-31.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ser feliz es de lo más acojonante.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1311749018416346664?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2008/12/ser-feliz-es-de-lo-ms-acojonante.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-3101472634522478835Wed, 08 Oct 2008 20:40:00 +00002008-10-08T13:53:30.816-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SO0dnxfvOpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUtipHAhzko/s1600-h/beso1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254888909349796498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SO0dnxfvOpI/AAAAAAAAAJM/tUtipHAhzko/s320/beso1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No te sentiré</div><br /><div align="center">como hasta ahora...</div><br /><div align="center">A partir de ahora.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Te miraré distinto,</div><br /><div align="center">te besaré distinto.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Seguiré dudando</div><br /><div align="center">como hasta ahora...</div><br /><div align="center">Pero, a partir de ahora,</div><br /><div align="center">la duda es otra.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3101472634522478835?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2008/10/hasta-ahora.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-4719761744165854006Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:11:00 +00002008-08-18T13:12:07.654-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SKnXizfkN4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0fCuqRJFG1A/s1600-h/volarzd9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235953034733041538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SKnXizfkN4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0fCuqRJFG1A/s320/volarzd9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La sensación de bienestar<br />que produce la ingravidez<br />va inevitablemente unida<br />al valor de saltar al vacío.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4719761744165854006?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2008/08/ingravidez.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-3087698074475193670Wed, 06 Aug 2008 21:03:00 +00002008-08-06T14:12:36.753-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SJoTMtTX0aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OFIrvFU3ZuY/s1600-h/confundida.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231515026184458658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SJoTMtTX0aI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OFIrvFU3ZuY/s320/confundida.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">En este momento se me </div><br /><div align="center">hace difícil encontrar,</div><br /><div align="center">reconocer, </div><br /><div align="center">el punto de inflexión</div><br /><div align="center">que hizo </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">que todo</div><br /><div align="center">se conviertiera</div><br /><div align="center">en mierda.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lo sabes tú?</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3087698074475193670?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>http://telmaalvarez.blogspot.com/2008/08/punto-de-inflexin.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Telma)2