tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79379116418675945782012-01-21T15:46:24.709-08:00Me duele el amor, la indiferencia, las injustícias... Escribo sobre aquello que me duele, nada más.Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.comBlogger1271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-13790013745396950612011-12-28T05:50:00.000-08:002011-12-28T05:50:38.845-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL3hHyQ8wkE/TvsemsNo4TI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OGR537cACsw/s1600/thumb_2d1bf1714137_sp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hL3hHyQ8wkE/TvsemsNo4TI/AAAAAAAAAZc/OGR537cACsw/s320/thumb_2d1bf1714137_sp.jpg" width="315px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y aquí estamos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A pesar de todo.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Por encima de todo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1379001374539695061?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-67939835852651056632011-11-21T13:40:00.000-08:002011-11-21T13:40:12.931-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plflXY73Bxg/TsrFIeerocI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KCgOPLhfwgQ/s1600/689014546_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-plflXY73Bxg/TsrFIeerocI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KCgOPLhfwgQ/s320/689014546_l.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dame una señal,</div><div style="text-align: center;">ahoga mi miedo,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nubla mi razón,</div><div style="text-align: center;">impide que </div><div style="text-align: center;">el dolor se apodere de mí</div><div style="text-align: center;">las horas muertas en que tú no estás.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6793983585265105663?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-54259892298898189662011-11-21T06:07:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:07:09.701-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2x0HaISv8/Tspa-J4CDFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FtrcsT7JAWY/s1600/grito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" height="261px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hk2x0HaISv8/Tspa-J4CDFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/FtrcsT7JAWY/s320/grito.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quisiera gritar tan fuerte</div><div style="text-align: center;">liberando la rabia contenida</div><div style="text-align: center;">sintiendo que a través del grito</div><div style="text-align: center;">fluye el miedo escapando</div><div style="text-align: center;">con mi aliento</div><div style="text-align: center;">para no volver jamás.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5425989229889818966?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-16210173204710427002011-11-21T06:02:00.000-08:002011-11-21T06:02:59.705-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aCXPgPvm8Q/TspaAVSRc4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/4DyGVANBKbM/s1600/rosa_roja.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aCXPgPvm8Q/TspaAVSRc4I/AAAAAAAAAZA/4DyGVANBKbM/s1600/rosa_roja.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quizás la primera rosa,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tan bella y efímera,</div><div style="text-align: center;">no sintió la necesidad</div><div style="text-align: center;">de protegerse con espinas</div><div style="text-align: center;">hasta la primera vez que</div><div style="text-align: center;">intetó salir corriendo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1621017320471042700?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-9309460918092669672011-11-18T14:59:00.000-08:002011-11-18T14:59:45.196-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_DZ4n9uYFE/TsbjTE1aiQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vo6y89l3kTM/s1600/le9cVKQIPkz42tperW1c16j0o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f_DZ4n9uYFE/TsbjTE1aiQI/AAAAAAAAAY4/vo6y89l3kTM/s1600/le9cVKQIPkz42tperW1c16j0o1_400.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me duermo cada noche</div><div style="text-align: center;">entre tus brazos</div><div style="text-align: center;">deseando que te sientas</div><div style="text-align: center;">feliz al despertar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-930946091809266967?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-69515201681053439392011-11-09T10:48:00.000-08:002011-11-09T10:48:04.902-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wG2JjI2qwnQ/TrrKt-PYDLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x6JxpAZYXI0/s1600/1216750534974_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wG2JjI2qwnQ/TrrKt-PYDLI/AAAAAAAAAYw/x6JxpAZYXI0/s320/1216750534974_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">He sentido que podría</div><div style="text-align: center;">morir en tus brazos</div><div style="text-align: center;">estallando de placer.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Abrumada, extasiada,</div><div style="text-align: center;">loca. Llena de ti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6951520168105343939?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-64010999991600866632011-09-19T10:27:00.000-07:002011-09-19T10:27:43.581-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OedBXz44XVI/Tnd7epXEfgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZiSs9Uy7Ok8/s1600/el-beso-lesbico-mas-pasional.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OedBXz44XVI/Tnd7epXEfgI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ZiSs9Uy7Ok8/s320/el-beso-lesbico-mas-pasional.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Su boca pequeña,</div><div style="text-align: center;">de labios finos, suaves,</div><div style="text-align: center;">tan frágil,</div><div style="text-align: center;">me besaba dulce.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y me dejé llevar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6401099999160086663?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-66105156085982095342011-09-17T03:49:00.000-07:002011-09-17T03:49:51.100-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDaSf5qWJtc/TnR7RAOwgTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JKHjXyq_tOc/s1600/la-interrogante.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" rba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iDaSf5qWJtc/TnR7RAOwgTI/AAAAAAAAAYo/JKHjXyq_tOc/s320/la-interrogante.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Tú me entiendes </div><div style="text-align: center;">porque me quieres, no?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Al revés, mi vida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">si no te entendiera</div><div style="text-align: center;">no te querría.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6610515608598209534?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-28350713623222193142011-09-13T07:29:00.000-07:002011-09-13T07:29:04.709-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSdxlbNcavc/Tm9ojpnq29I/AAAAAAAAAYk/kFlVFyG9McM/s1600/FOTOS-%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cSdxlbNcavc/Tm9ojpnq29I/AAAAAAAAAYk/kFlVFyG9McM/s320/FOTOS-%257E1.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mamá, tú siempre dices</div><div style="text-align: center;">la verdad más verdad del mundo!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No, cariño, a veces también </div><div style="text-align: center;">me equivoco...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pero, mamá, </div><div style="text-align: center;">equivocarse no es mentir.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2835071362322219314?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-36979949777459608542011-08-03T00:33:00.000-07:002011-08-03T00:33:52.166-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LOEIAJ_iCo/Tjj5xkzutzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Wtc-8ahCtc4/s1600/nino_helado_post.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LOEIAJ_iCo/Tjj5xkzutzI/AAAAAAAAAYg/Wtc-8ahCtc4/s320/nino_helado_post.jpg" t$="true" width="235" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que nada te falte,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que no te duela,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que no me sufras,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que te sientas amado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">protegido,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que te diviertas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que aprendas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que no dejes de soñar,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que madures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que seas feliz</div><div style="text-align: center;">y realista y fuerte</div><div style="text-align: center;">y sensible y valiente.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que sepas que te querré siempre.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3697994977745960854?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-44954397146119723222011-07-08T07:53:00.000-07:002011-07-08T07:55:33.521-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cI8Dwes2o5w/ThcZx4nu7DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ecikmib287I/s1600/20110630104130-orgasmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cI8Dwes2o5w/ThcZx4nu7DI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Ecikmib287I/s320/20110630104130-orgasmo.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Són les teves mans </div><div style="text-align: center;">les que recorren el meu cos </div><div style="text-align: center;">encara que tu no hi siguis,</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">i m'esgarrifo al sentir-te </div><div style="text-align: center;">i em retorço de plaer </div><div style="text-align: center;">tancant els ulls per veure't,</div><div style="text-align: center;">humitejant els meus llavis per sentir-te,</div><div style="text-align: center;">gaudint les carícies que em dones</div><div style="text-align: center;">sense saber-ho, sense estar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I moro de plaer per tu, sense tu.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sola. Esperant.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4495439714611972322?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-29379203023529267122011-07-08T00:53:00.000-07:002011-07-08T01:04:42.338-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NEb5Qr4GvA/Tha6ECRpYYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/USGsuiZOJVE/s1600/abrazo%2525201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="313px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_NEb5Qr4GvA/Tha6ECRpYYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/USGsuiZOJVE/s320/abrazo%2525201.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">És el teu petó dolç de bona nit </div><div style="text-align: center;">allò&nbsp;que més vaig trobar a faltar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I&nbsp;la teva càlida abraçada, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i el teu alè al meu clatell,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i la teva mà al meu pit ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El teu despertar ombrívol,</div><div style="text-align: center;">les nostres rialles còmplices,</div><div style="text-align: center;">els nostres jocs absurds,</div><div style="text-align: center;">les teves mirades de reüll ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El teu geni,</div><div style="text-align: center;">el teu valor,</div><div style="text-align: center;">el teu talent ...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El teu amor...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2937920302352926712?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-47909404600833388502011-06-28T09:27:00.000-07:002011-06-28T09:27:33.075-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUuBK_BbGuA/TgoA4dv0_yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ju0WJMKQGjE/s1600/20070322184917-boca-cerrada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TUuBK_BbGuA/TgoA4dv0_yI/AAAAAAAAAYI/ju0WJMKQGjE/s320/20070322184917-boca-cerrada.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Només tú</div><div style="text-align: center;">saps dir-me t'estimo</div><div style="text-align: center;">sense obrir la boca.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">És una sort.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4790940460083338850?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-46222088314200820912011-06-17T02:28:00.000-07:002011-06-17T02:28:46.810-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nebp5SWuGAs/TfseQHSsm0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tHUq230uHlo/s1600/zorra.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="193" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nebp5SWuGAs/TfseQHSsm0I/AAAAAAAAAYE/tHUq230uHlo/s320/zorra.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Esa es la peor tortura,</div><div style="text-align: center;">saber lo que </div><div style="text-align: center;">te estás perdiendo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y yo, lejos de sufrir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">me alegro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4622208831420082091?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-67000258817818775942011-06-15T01:44:00.000-07:002011-06-15T01:44:32.477-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGS_lHJLUHg/Tfhw1_LmiGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5-wTB0f2vZs/s1600/1299065897766_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGS_lHJLUHg/Tfhw1_LmiGI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5-wTB0f2vZs/s320/1299065897766_f.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">De noche,</div><div style="text-align: center;">envuelta en ti,</div><div style="text-align: center;">es cuando me </div><div style="text-align: center;">siento libre.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y presa de tus brazos</div><div style="text-align: center;">es cuando vuelo</div><div style="text-align: center;">por fin.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6700025881781877594?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-2034081871534952082011-06-14T01:39:00.000-07:002011-06-14T01:39:40.949-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy0LF7oVxcM/TfceOD91qYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zf0tvlLjyT0/s1600/8664980-fotograf-as-de-dos-de-mujer-de-manos-atadas-con-una-cuerda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy0LF7oVxcM/TfceOD91qYI/AAAAAAAAAX8/zf0tvlLjyT0/s320/8664980-fotograf-as-de-dos-de-mujer-de-manos-atadas-con-una-cuerda.jpg" t8="true" width="212" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi&nbsp;impotencia</div><div style="text-align: center;">es tan grande</div><div style="text-align: center;">que ya no cabe</div><div style="text-align: center;">en el bolsillo</div><div style="text-align: center;">en el que la </div><div style="text-align: center;">he puesto</div><div style="text-align: center;">hasta ahora.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-203408187153495208?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-85888691866340802372011-05-25T00:48:00.000-07:002011-05-25T00:54:50.401-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIpkVuW9A_4/Tdy1i749B0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Wbffl5E7WL4/s1600/20070312095519-abrazo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610558847593547586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MIpkVuW9A_4/Tdy1i749B0I/AAAAAAAAAX0/Wbffl5E7WL4/s400/20070312095519-abrazo.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Estar entre tus brazos</div><br /><div align="center">es como volver a casa</div><br /><div align="center">después de un</div><br /><div align="center">largo viaje.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Me reconforta</div><br /><div align="center">tu olor,</div><br /><div align="center">tu voz.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8588869186634080237?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-52313235749387768542011-05-19T04:16:00.000-07:002011-05-19T04:29:40.824-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6cwxwqvvjI/TdT-5yhy_wI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y81yQ78yNjA/s1600/el-amor-es-un-jardin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 336px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608387704752635650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o6cwxwqvvjI/TdT-5yhy_wI/AAAAAAAAAXs/y81yQ78yNjA/s400/el-amor-es-un-jardin.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Tanto amor</div><br /><div align="center">debería bastar.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Y este amor, </div><br /><div align="center">que insiste en </div><br /><div align="center">no salir por esa puerta,</div><br /><div align="center">más.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5231323574938776854?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-22649281206794516532011-05-15T05:42:00.000-07:002011-05-15T05:51:31.139-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzp5MaiYqLg/Tc_MFk9lV-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/WYdJ0m0vzhg/s1600/abrazo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606924457292945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nzp5MaiYqLg/Tc_MFk9lV-I/AAAAAAAAAXk/WYdJ0m0vzhg/s400/abrazo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Abrázame </div><br /><div align="center">y no me sueltes </div><br /><div align="center">nunca.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Pararemos el tiempo</div><br /><div align="center">en ese abrazo.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Sin pasado,</div><br /><div align="center">sin futuro.</div><br /><div align="center">Sin dolor.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Abrázame </div><br /><div align="center">y no me sueltes </div><br /><div align="center">nunca.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Por favor.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2264928120679451653?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-68856631505495886312011-05-12T00:50:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:35:16.248-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-477OUdbcv28/TcuVSa3BIII/AAAAAAAAAXc/OonuBUBBUSY/s1600/dolor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605738304872980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-477OUdbcv28/TcuVSa3BIII/AAAAAAAAAXc/OonuBUBBUSY/s400/dolor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Si pudieras separar</div><br /><br /><div align="center">tu alma de tu cuerpo,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">si fueras capaz de escuchar</div><br /><br /><div align="center">lo que te piden</div><br /><br /><div align="center">las tripas</div><br /><br /><div align="center">ignorando al ego,</div><br /><br /><div align="center">¿ a dónde irías ?</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Y no respondí.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Porque lo sabía.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6885663150549588631?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-12984378343274024782011-05-11T04:14:00.000-07:002011-05-11T04:23:10.733-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULrJolcq3No/TcpxRJLnUYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xU1JcF5kA6k/s1600/corazon-roto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605417225552351618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ULrJolcq3No/TcpxRJLnUYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xU1JcF5kA6k/s400/corazon-roto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La verdad no existe.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">O existen tantas</div><br /><br /><div align="center">verdades como </div><br /><br /><div align="center">corazones haya.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Y mi verdad</div><br /><br /><div align="center">está rota.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1298437834327402478?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-12508620432323528082011-05-03T12:56:00.000-07:002011-05-03T13:05:40.523-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-YLZdC3ZGs/TcBfuYXEFwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/e8TuWEKiyzE/s1600/principio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602583186866706178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T-YLZdC3ZGs/TcBfuYXEFwI/AAAAAAAAAXM/e8TuWEKiyzE/s400/principio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Todo final es</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">a su vez</div><br /><br /><div align="center">un principio.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Sin más.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1250862043232352808?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-8673813478474654352011-04-22T08:46:00.000-07:002011-04-22T08:53:46.022-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1KPIAWpNxI/TbGkELvf9dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/34vt58qmBns/s1600/Salto_al_vacio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598436203576686034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h1KPIAWpNxI/TbGkELvf9dI/AAAAAAAAAXE/34vt58qmBns/s400/Salto_al_vacio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Como el que después de</div><br /><br /><div align="center">dudar durante horas</div><br /><br /><div align="center">se lanza al vacío y</div><br /><br /><div align="center">se arrepiente mientras cae.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Demasiado tarde.</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">No queda otra que</div><br /><br /><div align="center">recordar el motivo</div><br /><br /><div align="center">que te ayudó</div><br /><br /><div align="center">a saltar.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-867381347847465435?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-89212367753400680712011-04-15T06:07:00.000-07:002011-04-15T06:15:51.979-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sRUjAhNlAA/TahE_PXt8XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MALZh2UIUQU/s1600/Horizonte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595798390256300402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1sRUjAhNlAA/TahE_PXt8XI/AAAAAAAAAW8/MALZh2UIUQU/s400/Horizonte.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Un ala rota no es nada.</div><br /><div align="center">Volaré tan alto como pueda </div><br /><div align="center">con la otra.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y curará.</div><br /><div align="center">Y entonces será </div><br /><div align="center">cuando me pierda</div><br /><div align="center">en el horizonte.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8921236775340068071?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-87563929281608956032011-04-11T06:47:00.000-07:002011-04-11T06:55:44.643-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEcpi7QYQB8/TaMIVzrJzJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gSS_G2PCBjQ/s1600/la-mano-y-la-rosa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594324332865768594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JEcpi7QYQB8/TaMIVzrJzJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/gSS_G2PCBjQ/s400/la-mano-y-la-rosa.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Así es como ríe</div><br /><div align="center">la rosa cuando</div><br /><div align="center">te dignas a subestimarla</div><br /><div align="center">y sangras.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Es una risa estridente</div><br /><div align="center">que dura apenas un segundo</div><br /><div align="center">pero resuena en tu cabeza</div><br /><div align="center">lo que te parecen horas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No te culpes.</div><br /><div align="center">Nadie te advirtió.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8756392928160895603?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-35536748438461680592011-04-04T01:31:00.000-07:002011-04-04T01:46:44.116-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFH_XxXVAN4/TZmFTK8-5sI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sXzHCi1Ivwk/s1600/sonrisa.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591646976761325250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pFH_XxXVAN4/TZmFTK8-5sI/AAAAAAAAAWs/sXzHCi1Ivwk/s400/sonrisa.JPG" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cariño...</div><br /><div align="center">Enséñame una teta...</div><br /><div align="center">Ella se sonríe,</div><br /><div align="center">a cuántas les habrás pedido eso...</div><br /><div align="center">A todas.</div><br /><div align="center">Pero ahora quieres ver la mía.</div><br /><div align="center">Y mientras aún sonríe, dice:</div><br /><div align="center">mira...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3553674843846168059?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-62146313822094696342011-03-31T14:38:00.000-07:002011-03-31T14:43:59.038-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d6nojrElfs/TZT1jzJAioI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rPxz_qq55iQ/s1600/20080109221230-la-ciega.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590363032845847170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5d6nojrElfs/TZT1jzJAioI/AAAAAAAAAWk/rPxz_qq55iQ/s400/20080109221230-la-ciega.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Necesito saber</div><br /><div align="center">exactamente</div><br /><div align="center">lo que estoy perdonando</div><br /><div align="center">para ser capaz de</div><br /><div align="center">olvidarlo después.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Llámame rara.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6214631382209469634?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-59069459460346564272011-03-29T12:39:00.000-07:002011-03-29T12:54:33.858-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-i0Pc1qChA/TZI4weDlSmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7nDcnH4Llds/s1600/lavar_coche1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589592492873173602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p-i0Pc1qChA/TZI4weDlSmI/AAAAAAAAAWc/7nDcnH4Llds/s400/lavar_coche1.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Soy como la mancha </div><br /><div align="center">de un mosquito</div><br /><div align="center">estrellado en la luna</div><br /><div align="center">de tu coche.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me ves.</div><br /><div align="center">Pero has aprendido </div><br /><div align="center">a ignorarme.</div><br /><div align="center">Es más fácil.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5906945946034656427?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-44039837627236398122011-02-03T01:38:00.000-08:002011-02-03T01:54:25.016-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TUp6hrfC8II/AAAAAAAAAWU/x2DLdFetzhA/s1600/El-amor-es-impredecible.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569398608224252034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TUp6hrfC8II/AAAAAAAAAWU/x2DLdFetzhA/s400/El-amor-es-impredecible.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Algo me dice</div><br /><div align="center">que el nudo</div><br /><div align="center">que oprime mi pecho</div><br /><div align="center">cuando me miras</div><br /><div align="center">no es más que amor.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Amor que me invade,</div><br /><div align="center">me envuelve,</div><br /><div align="center">me oprime,</div><br /><div align="center">me corroe,</div><br /><div align="center">me ata.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y me libera</div><br /><div align="center">y me llena</div><br /><div align="center">y me vacía</div><br /><div align="center">y me agota</div><br /><div align="center">y me da vida</div><br /><div align="center">ese nudo que oprime mi pecho</div><br /><div align="center">cuando me miras.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4403983762723639812?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-130181869352972682011-01-20T10:41:00.000-08:002011-01-20T10:45:26.789-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TTiCrQf6_XI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iqb8lWxBzWg/s1600/dudas.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564341019291090290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TTiCrQf6_XI/AAAAAAAAAWI/iqb8lWxBzWg/s400/dudas.bmp" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y sin querer,</div><br /><div align="center">dudo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Dudo de ti,</div><br /><div align="center">de mí.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">De ti conmigo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">De mí sin ti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-13018186935297268?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-72622285359316705802010-12-22T02:02:00.000-08:002010-12-22T02:23:39.473-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TRHRloA9_PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kdiZ6qepP_Q/s1600/20070706165742-abrazo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553450259851377906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TRHRloA9_PI/AAAAAAAAAV8/kdiZ6qepP_Q/s400/20070706165742-abrazo.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">En el hueco que queda entre</div><br /><div align="center">tu pecho y tus brazos</div><br /><div align="center">cuando me rodean</div><br /><div align="center">no existe el miedo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Nada puede salir mal.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-7262228535931670580?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-30862916938840997502010-12-14T08:45:00.000-08:002010-12-14T08:56:18.887-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQehjAqX4uI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bR1LNyq2Ze0/s1600/mujer_de_ojos_tapados.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550582688602645218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQehjAqX4uI/AAAAAAAAAV0/bR1LNyq2Ze0/s400/mujer_de_ojos_tapados.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Decidió levantarse </div><br /><div align="center">y, lentamente,</div><br /><div align="center">se cubrió los ojos</div><br /><div align="center">con el pañuelo de seda.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Vamos amor,</div><br /><div align="center">te sigo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Pero temblaba.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3086291693884099750?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-67118564889797322712010-12-13T10:18:00.000-08:002010-12-13T10:19:47.435-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQZjrADObZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/c1txi8uGBbc/s1600/bubblez114mi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550233181179768210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQZjrADObZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/c1txi8uGBbc/s400/bubblez114mi.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Como una pompa de jabón</div><br /><div align="center">es el engaño,</div><br /><div align="center">al fin estalla.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y, según cómo,</div><br /><div align="center">mancha.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6711856488979732271?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-69213771106866231332010-12-12T02:07:00.000-08:002010-12-12T02:10:08.907-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQSfbg3MRfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_6X09siUfk0/s1600/pistola%252520pt%25252058%252520hc%252520plus%252520inox.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549735935854003698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQSfbg3MRfI/AAAAAAAAAVk/_6X09siUfk0/s400/pistola%252520pt%25252058%252520hc%252520plus%252520inox.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Tengo la felicidad justa</div><br /><div align="center">para no pegarme un tiro.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Procura no darme disgustos.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">O no dejar un arma cerca.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6921377110686623133?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-23694866389625928252010-12-11T01:44:00.000-08:002010-12-11T01:49:23.394-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQNJDip3x_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lz9WAozMtk0/s1600/perdida-no-obvias.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549359491041445874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQNJDip3x_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/Lz9WAozMtk0/s400/perdida-no-obvias.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Como una piruleta</div><br /><div align="center">que atesora un niño </div><br /><div align="center">en el bolsillo</div><br /><div align="center">desde el que se cae</div><br /><div align="center">muriendo olvidada en un bordillo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2369486638962592825?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-15185569151046686352010-12-11T00:05:00.000-08:002010-12-11T00:10:10.058-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQMxy8QNrLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0Sn1cKXZzy4/s1600/imagesCAH1MSU8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 144px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549333917087935666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TQMxy8QNrLI/AAAAAAAAAVU/0Sn1cKXZzy4/s400/imagesCAH1MSU8.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Te empujé</div><br /><div align="center">desde lo alto del pedestal</div><br /><div align="center">en el que yo misma</div><br /><div align="center">te puse.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La culpa es mía.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1518556915104668635?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-9503349355502183262010-10-13T03:35:00.000-07:002010-10-13T03:38:54.098-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TLWMIqZQSpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BzOohQjpkDU/s1600/mar-en-calma.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527478198114208402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TLWMIqZQSpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BzOohQjpkDU/s400/mar-en-calma.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Después de la </div><br /><div align="center">tormenta</div><br /><div align="center">llegó la calma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y después</div><br /><div align="center">llegaste tú.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-950334935550218326?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-78899999942626409202010-10-02T13:49:00.002-07:002010-10-02T14:25:49.950-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TKejBu5l0RI/AAAAAAAAAVE/riMa1Pll1tI/s1600/imagesCA6VNM1J.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523562718157984018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TKejBu5l0RI/AAAAAAAAAVE/riMa1Pll1tI/s400/imagesCA6VNM1J.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Fueron tus palabras</div><br /><div align="center">la lluvia que limpió</div><br /><div align="center">mi alma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sin ese peso</div><br /><div align="center">intenté andar </div><br /><div align="center">y volé</div><br /><div align="center">tan alto...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Ahoya ya,</div><br /><div align="center">con los pies</div><br /><div align="center">en el suelo</div><br /><div align="center">y la cabeza erguida</div><br /><div align="center">ya no vuelo, ando.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Pero sin olvidarlo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-7889999994262640920?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-91873340805560673142010-09-21T08:09:00.000-07:002010-09-21T08:17:58.794-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJjMkWDon0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/_b_rZEx-85Q/s1600/VALLE%25~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519386268110724930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJjMkWDon0I/AAAAAAAAAU8/_b_rZEx-85Q/s400/VALLE%25~1.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quería escribir</div><br /><div align="center">que ya no me quedan </div><br /><div align="center">lágrimas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y no por mentirosa.</div><br /><div align="center">Por ilusa.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-9187334080556067314?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-8204123325802278362010-09-21T01:30:00.000-07:002010-09-21T01:32:11.806-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJhteeFBW6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LTldKM5fKu0/s1600/20080324135801-aire.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519281713580170146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJhteeFBW6I/AAAAAAAAAUs/LTldKM5fKu0/s400/20080324135801-aire.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quizás sea cierto</div><br /><div align="center">que te robo el aire</div><br /><div align="center">porque a mí me falta</div><br /><div align="center">cuando tú no estás.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Debo aprender a respirar sin ti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-820412332580227836?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-15365341170831413032010-09-18T09:55:00.000-07:002010-09-18T10:02:50.244-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJTwoLR5STI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ypSFN6Ff7_k/s1600/PUO_1_~1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 387px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518300016448981298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TJTwoLR5STI/AAAAAAAAAUk/ypSFN6Ff7_k/s400/PUO_1_~1.JPG" /></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"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Del cabreo, </div><br /><div align="center">cojo el mundo entero</div><br /><div align="center">lo encierro en mi puño y lo sacudo.</div><br /><div align="center">Como hacen los niños </div><br /><div align="center">para matar moscas.</div><br /><div align="center">Y, también como los niños,</div><br /><div align="center">luego lo arrojo</div><br /><div align="center">con ira </div><br /><div align="center">y si aún mueve las alas</div><br /><div align="center">lo remato </div><br /><div align="center">de un pisotón.</div><br /><div align="center">Y, también como los niños,</div><br /><div align="center">después lloro.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1536534117083141303?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5814878383387135442010-08-28T02:39:00.000-07:002010-08-28T02:45:26.669-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/THjah2qv-lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VhHP-E5HMC8/s1600/1232484452397.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510394419233159762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/THjah2qv-lI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VhHP-E5HMC8/s400/1232484452397.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me hierve la sangre</div><br /><div align="center">y la impotencia,</div><br /><div align="center">hasta ahora</div><br /><div align="center">un grito ahogado</div><br /><div align="center">en mi garganta,</div><br /><div align="center">está a punto </div><br /><div align="center">de desbordarse.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y estallo!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-581487838338713544?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-81353356116755503382010-08-24T23:20:00.001-07:002010-08-24T23:21:38.514-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/THS2Ysqfq0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/LhjYv8DWh54/s1600/closed-drawer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509228779603471170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/THS2Ysqfq0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/LhjYv8DWh54/s400/closed-drawer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cerrado está el cajón<br />en el que habita<br />el dolor de no sentirte mío.<br /><br />De momento.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8135335611675550338?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-13771792569068290082010-07-30T01:39:00.000-07:002010-07-30T01:48:54.732-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TFKRyh0VuzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/KybVAYpxWoM/s1600/mu%C3%B1eca.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499618392230181682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TFKRyh0VuzI/AAAAAAAAAT8/KybVAYpxWoM/s400/mu%25C3%25B1eca.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Porque no quiero perderme</div><br /><div align="center">divagando a cerca de </div><br /><div align="center">lo que pudo haber sido y no fue,</div><br /><div align="center">antes incluso de perderlo todo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Porque me duele el alma</div><br /><div align="center">aun antes de que me la rompas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Porque ya venía con el alma rota.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1377179256906829008?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-8160712095787787972010-07-28T01:40:00.000-07:002010-07-28T01:49:33.289-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TE_vAOo67CI/AAAAAAAAATs/JTOZC1_93kE/s1600/Futuro+incierto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498876457251433506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TE_vAOo67CI/AAAAAAAAATs/JTOZC1_93kE/s400/Futuro+incierto.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Fue ayer cuando temía</div><br /><div align="center">que no hubiera un mañana.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y aquí estamos.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-816071209578778797?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-78744006985907383252010-07-28T01:34:00.000-07:002010-07-28T01:39:56.785-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TE_sxFDamjI/AAAAAAAAATk/LFy4_jF43Tk/s1600/esperar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498873997956913714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TE_sxFDamjI/AAAAAAAAATk/LFy4_jF43Tk/s400/esperar.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Puede que algún día</div><br /><div align="center">despiertes a mi lado</div><br /><div align="center">y decidas que es así</div><br /><div align="center">como quieres despertarte</div><br /><div align="center">el resto de tu vida.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y puede que eso ocurra</div><br /><div align="center">la mañana que despiertes solo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Yo espero.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-7874400698590738325?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-45579346808735097542010-06-24T15:41:00.000-07:002010-06-24T15:47:04.476-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPgXGNRqsI/AAAAAAAAATc/lx-cDGK8P2k/s1600/mujer%2Bsola.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486475458475305666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPgXGNRqsI/AAAAAAAAATc/lx-cDGK8P2k/s400/mujer%2Bsola.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sobre ti.</div><br /><div align="center">Siendo tú.</div><br /><div align="center">Amándote.</div><br /><div align="center">Amándome.</div><br /><div align="center">Sin ti.</div><br /><div align="center">Por ti.</div><br /><div align="center">Para mí.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4557934680873509754?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-44939144655841744772010-06-24T15:36:00.000-07:002010-06-24T15:41:02.718-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPe8BE7LuI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sx0iPdUigFc/s1600/madre%2Bhijo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486473893730004706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPe8BE7LuI/AAAAAAAAATU/Sx0iPdUigFc/s400/madre%2Bhijo.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No voy a soltar tu mano.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Pero vamos a tener </div><br /><div align="center">que aprender</div><br /><div align="center">a que camines solo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4493914465584174477?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-59517431848554219202010-06-24T15:31:00.001-07:002010-06-24T15:36:21.424-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPd1XECnDI/AAAAAAAAATM/PXG0zYZauJo/s1600/autoestima.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486472679861165106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCPd1XECnDI/AAAAAAAAATM/PXG0zYZauJo/s400/autoestima.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Delante del espejo</div><br /><div align="center">un post-it con</div><br /><div align="center">las palabras mágicas:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Perdóname.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Lo siento.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Te amo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Gracias.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5951743184855421920?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-57605440666585277882010-06-22T04:40:00.000-07:002010-06-22T04:43:24.377-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCChxhhpiFI/AAAAAAAAATE/kxMOhhVKlx8/s1600/23253_100000746285421_3959_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485562218322430034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCChxhhpiFI/AAAAAAAAATE/kxMOhhVKlx8/s400/23253_100000746285421_3959_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Soy como soy.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y tras esas palabras</div><br /><div align="center">se esconde el miedo</div><br /><div align="center">a la propia definición.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">O la desidia.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Eres lo que eres.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Aunque no te definas.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5760544066658527788?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-47622216397776256492010-06-22T04:31:00.000-07:002010-06-23T06:54:53.928-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCCgFFrWekI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RVRQuzRxqIw/s1600/CAF_1_~1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485560355421059650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TCCgFFrWekI/AAAAAAAAAS8/RVRQuzRxqIw/s400/CAF_1_~1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Como una sacarina</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">flotando en el café frío,</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">que muere en el vaso</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">o, peor, acaba en </span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">la punta de tu lengua, </span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">amarga.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Dame calor,</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">deja que me funda en ti.</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Endulza tu café</span></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" align="center"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Y bébeme.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4762221639777625649?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-3346786555805217782010-05-31T03:03:00.000-07:002010-05-31T03:13:00.512-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TAOLiLDcs0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/S5wVMDdqdYg/s1600/abrazados.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477374991011722050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/TAOLiLDcs0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/S5wVMDdqdYg/s400/abrazados.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Buenas noches.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y sumida en el </div><br /><div align="center">amor que nos rodea,</div><br /><div align="center">me duermo al ritmo</div><br /><div align="center">de tu aliento</div><br /><div align="center">golpeando mi nuca.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cada noche.</div><br /><div align="center">Aunque no estés.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-334678655580521778?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-19309922205280973062010-05-25T01:12:00.000-07:002010-05-25T01:15:31.410-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S_uHATwDt-I/AAAAAAAAASs/Sk9LInCzsfE/s1600/cafe-7060131-300x300.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475118211370563554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S_uHATwDt-I/AAAAAAAAASs/Sk9LInCzsfE/s400/cafe-7060131-300x300.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El miedo me persigue</div><br /><div align="center">irremediablemente.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Pero a ratos me deja</div><br /><div align="center">para irse a tomar un café...</div><br /><div align="center">Digo yo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1930992220528097306?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-80694935114832048962010-04-15T02:04:00.000-07:002010-04-15T02:17:54.843-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S8bZrKplvWI/AAAAAAAAASk/6rXfL-YHvgs/s1600/785mn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460290933849701730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 373px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S8bZrKplvWI/AAAAAAAAASk/6rXfL-YHvgs/s400/785mn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Será que a veces</div><br /><div align="center">me pongo cursi</div><br /><div align="center">y quisiera decirte</div><br /><div align="center">que tu mirada de ayer</div><br /><div align="center">ha dormido conmigo</div><br /><div align="center">y me ha dado la fuerza que</div><br /><div align="center">necesitaba esta mañana</div><br /><div align="center">para salir de la cama.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8069493511483204896?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-36161888320887131102010-03-24T02:08:00.000-07:002010-03-24T02:14:55.903-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S6nX8J3bV4I/AAAAAAAAASc/fWUI9WZd_RI/s1600/1_suenos3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452126252349216642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S6nX8J3bV4I/AAAAAAAAASc/fWUI9WZd_RI/s400/1_suenos3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sigo soñando.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y me encierro</div><br /><div align="center">en mi deseo</div><br /><div align="center">y sólo así</div><br /><div align="center">me siento libre.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3616188832088713110?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-90532387635841046612010-02-16T04:17:00.000-08:002010-02-16T04:20:57.495-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S3qNiILrTqI/AAAAAAAAASU/w7IvjKSpJ2w/s1600-h/bubblez114mi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438815117454823074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S3qNiILrTqI/AAAAAAAAASU/w7IvjKSpJ2w/s400/bubblez114mi.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Como una pompa de jabón</div><br /><div align="center">es el engaño,</div><br /><div align="center">al fin estalla.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y según como,</div><br /><div align="center">mancha.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-9053238763584104661?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-86715576594764653972010-01-28T12:43:00.000-08:002010-01-28T13:07:01.986-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S2H8WENDd3I/AAAAAAAAASM/1q4wbEe5ryA/s1600-h/Dibujo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431900081601345394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S2H8WENDd3I/AAAAAAAAASM/1q4wbEe5ryA/s400/Dibujo.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El camino es largo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y unas letras de </div><br /><div align="center">neón, a cada lado,</div><br /><div align="center">intermitentes,</div><br /><div align="center">me recuerdan </div><br /><div align="center">que, además,</div><br /><div align="center">es frágil.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No quiero</div><br /><div align="center">quebrarlo,</div><br /><div align="center">avanzo lento.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y tengo miedo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8671557659476465397?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-38893437729502092532010-01-27T13:00:00.000-08:002010-01-27T13:06:23.248-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S2CqmvBAWsI/AAAAAAAAASE/AajgIrtR2qE/s1600-h/cielo.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431528733041253058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S2CqmvBAWsI/AAAAAAAAASE/AajgIrtR2qE/s400/cielo.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">No hay cobardes</div><br /><div align="center">en el cielo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Hace falta valor</div><br /><div align="center">para quererte</div><br /><div align="center">a ti mismo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3889343772950209253?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-34057565810284671732010-01-25T04:52:00.000-08:002010-01-25T04:59:43.489-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S12VlBV-V5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OgQ6XrpSzo/s1600-h/florseca.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430661188926986130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S12VlBV-V5I/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OgQ6XrpSzo/s400/florseca.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Tan bella</div><br /><div align="center">como la flor que,</div><br /><div align="center">aun marchita,</div><br /><div align="center">conserva </div><br /><div align="center">el valor.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y al final,</div><br /><div align="center">llueve.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3405756581028467173?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-55255478198689446962010-01-20T02:45:00.000-08:002010-01-20T02:48:43.112-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S1bfavSOQmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m4rdKvV3lCk/s1600-h/CaminoCieloThumb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 342px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428772051304202850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S1bfavSOQmI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m4rdKvV3lCk/s400/CaminoCieloThumb.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Seguiré caminando.</div><br /><div align="center">Sin ti.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Porque el camino</div><br /><div align="center">soy yo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5525547819868944696?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-21599387635765812062010-01-18T18:41:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:55:27.877-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S1UeyMYhKDI/AAAAAAAAARs/JEEuQ1Gwphg/s1600-h/verguenza.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428278773531355186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/S1UeyMYhKDI/AAAAAAAAARs/JEEuQ1Gwphg/s400/verguenza.jpg" /></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center">No me veo capaz</div><br />de aprender la lección.<br /><br /><br /><br />Quizás esta vez,<br /><br />la vergüenza<br /><br />de saberme estudiada<br /><br />se apodere de mí<br /><br />para siempre.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-2159938763576581206?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-63179190239452230852009-12-21T03:59:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:47:54.699-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SzCpeoBcDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/AyISA7K1mHs/s1600-h/deseoxc7.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 675px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 481px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418016695331327586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SzCpeoBcDmI/AAAAAAAAARU/AyISA7K1mHs/s320/deseoxc7.png" /></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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-16231134591450383702009-12-12T01:04:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:48:42.811-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyNgJcE51bI/AAAAAAAAARM/nwDk04MAfEg/s1600-h/dolor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 694px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 495px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414276892301317554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyNgJcE51bI/AAAAAAAAARM/nwDk04MAfEg/s320/dolor.jpg" /></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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-57845476354881345882009-12-10T09:07:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:50:28.947-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyEtB1oNZYI/AAAAAAAAARE/hqovf_iUe5A/s1600-h/mujer_ducha-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 452px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 491px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413657736674895234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SyEtB1oNZYI/AAAAAAAAARE/hqovf_iUe5A/s320/mujer_ducha-1.jpg" /></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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-18046502064931705152009-12-04T11:33:00.000-08:002010-01-18T18:52:10.668-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sxll6OKL5YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/teAaGLc8Uxg/s1600-h/monos.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 465px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 402px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411468478169998722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/Sxll6OKL5YI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/teAaGLc8Uxg/s320/monos.jpg" /></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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-67496525488454616022009-11-24T02:28:00.000-08:002009-11-24T02:40:29.268-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-57601138622182804702009-08-10T15:09:00.000-07:002009-08-10T15:18:11.841-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-3107510357967396432009-06-15T11:24:00.000-07:002009-06-15T11:31:23.467-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-22873532630551215242009-05-15T15:05:00.000-07:002009-05-15T15:13:39.918-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-2752883869304327132009-05-11T07:12:00.001-07:002009-05-11T10:49:12.602-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-64817304609683803642009-04-26T11:45:00.000-07:002009-04-26T11:57:43.763-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-4756685162502686282009-03-30T13:46:00.000-07:002009-03-30T13:56:02.936-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-59474519256002439172009-03-18T07:23:00.000-07:002009-03-18T07:34:48.196-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-56994354592940205242009-03-17T16:09:00.000-07:002009-03-17T16:13:25.715-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-15851693051148431302009-03-15T16:58:00.000-07:002009-03-15T17:09:32.133-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-87816622792139873122009-03-14T14:21:00.000-07:002009-03-14T14:32:26.495-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-75931061385878111282009-03-09T14:09:00.000-07:002009-03-09T14:17:13.096-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-47618245674729713632009-03-01T06:06:00.000-08:002009-03-01T06:11:41.088-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-40848251283994254642009-02-27T12:24:00.000-08:002009-02-27T12:41:12.858-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-6186402970696506742009-02-12T11:45:00.000-08:002009-02-12T11:50:22.530-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-1636575883155526782009-01-23T12:11:00.000-08:002009-01-23T12:21:42.228-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-5836882017109464572009-01-10T13:10:00.000-08:002009-01-10T13:19:38.261-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-13117490184163466642008-12-23T15:22:00.000-08:002008-12-23T15:27:41.799-08:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-31014726345224788352008-10-08T13:40:00.000-07:002008-10-08T13:53:30.816-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-47197617441658540062008-08-18T13:11:00.000-07:002008-08-18T13:12:07.654-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-30876980744751936702008-08-06T14:03:00.000-07:002008-08-06T14:12:36.753-07:00<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>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-88423119448865393042008-07-29T14:01:00.000-07:002008-07-29T15:11:39.050-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SI-VfRiJTaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OVe_NjoPsnE/s1600-h/puno.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228562056915537314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SI-VfRiJTaI/AAAAAAAAAIU/OVe_NjoPsnE/s320/puno.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">En la virtud de dar</div><br /><div align="center">debería contemplarse</div><br /><div align="center">la capacidad</div><br /><div align="center">de no esperar nada a cambio.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">En el arte de amar</div><br /><div align="center">habría que aprender </div><br /><div align="center">a no ser correspondido.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">En la paciencia del que espera,</div><br /><div align="center">en el silencio del que</div><br /><div align="center">cuenta hasta diez,</div><br /><div align="center">en ese puño inmovil y apretado</div><br /><div align="center">que permanece escondido,</div><br /><div align="center">sólo un aviso,</div><br /><div align="center">en letras de neón:</div><br /><div align="center">Quizás, sólo quizás, el esfuerzo sea en balde!!</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8842311944886539304?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-69274845743767823492008-06-30T14:32:00.000-07:002008-07-10T13:58:22.297-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SGlTAA4whLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/b2Myf_k0br0/s1600-h/frasco.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217792902988596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SGlTAA4whLI/AAAAAAAAAHM/b2Myf_k0br0/s320/frasco.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El aroma del sexo </div><br /><div align="center">puede invadir tus </div><br /><div align="center">sábanas,</div><br /><div align="center">tu piel,</div><br /><div align="center">tu pelo,</div><br /><div align="center">tu alma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El aroma del sexo,</div><br /><div align="center">ese casi imperceptible</div><br /><div align="center">para quien no estaba </div><br /><div align="center">y abrumador</div><br /><div align="center">para el que lo disfrutó,</div><br /><div align="center">puede llegar</div><br /><div align="center">a cegarte.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Deberían venderlo</div><br /><div align="center">en pequeños frascos.</div><br /><div align="center">A mí me encanta oler a ti.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6927484574376782349?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-50549856916675008892008-06-17T13:25:00.000-07:002008-06-17T13:30:39.670-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SFge1q_r2bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wK7jcpFDt_c/s1600-h/Alma_desnuda_recorte%2B(Large)_jpg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212950476104653234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SFge1q_r2bI/AAAAAAAAAHA/wK7jcpFDt_c/s320/Alma_desnuda_recorte%2B(Large)_jpg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quizás un día </div><br /><div align="center">también desnude</div><br /><div align="center">mi corazón.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quizás mi alma.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quizás me libre</div><br /><div align="center">de temores</div><br /><div align="center">que cubren</div><br /><div align="center">ahora mis sueños </div><br /><div align="center">y te deje entrar en ellos.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sólo quizás.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-5054985691667500889?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-38297537482030110732008-06-03T15:34:00.000-07:002008-06-03T15:49:56.104-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SEXKJtGc8OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mKE_daeT60E/s1600-h/poiuytrdfvcvbnprincess6bo9.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207790812198138082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SEXKJtGc8OI/AAAAAAAAAG4/mKE_daeT60E/s320/poiuytrdfvcvbnprincess6bo9.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Es curioso </div><br /><div align="center">como el miedo</div><br /><div align="center">nos impide </div><br /><div align="center">ver más allá </div><br /><div align="center">de nuestras narices.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El miedo </div><br /><div align="center">puede llegar </div><br /><div align="center">a paralizarte, </div><br /><div align="center">a no dejarte sentir.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">El miedo </div><br /><div align="center">se apodera</div><br /><div align="center">de las mentes</div><br /><div align="center">que en su momento </div><br /><div align="center">no le contemplaron.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Quizás esta vez,</div><br /><div align="center">el miedo</div><br /><div align="center">pase de largo</div><br /><div align="center">y desaparezca</div><br /><div align="center">de mi boca</div><br /><div align="center">este sabor amargo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Tal vez</div><br /><div align="center">lo consiga</div><br /><div align="center">tu abrazo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-3829753748203011073?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-8567589615118854572008-05-17T05:27:00.000-07:002008-05-17T05:34:17.992-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SC7Qp84GDCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/asq3z3kAzSQ/s1600-h/corazon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201324038794120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SC7Qp84GDCI/AAAAAAAAAGw/asq3z3kAzSQ/s320/corazon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Cuando el recuerdo</div><br /><div align="center">de lo vivido</div><br /><div align="center">se apodera de tu mente,</div><br /><div align="center">ni el más sabio</div><br /><div align="center">de los consejos</div><br /><div align="center">va a poder con él.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sólo el tiempo</div><br /><div align="center">acabará por </div><br /><div align="center">mitigar ese dolor</div><br /><div align="center">que te corroe.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Pero sólo porque </div><br /><div align="center">el corazón tiene</div><br /><div align="center">un límite</div><br /><div align="center">y decide que</div><br /><div align="center">hasta aquí hemos </div><br /><div align="center">llegado.</div><br /><div align="center">Nada más.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-856758961511885457?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-46470512623595443022008-05-15T14:41:00.000-07:002008-05-15T14:49:34.496-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCyvxM4GDBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mhPlt23a55w/s1600-h/Escondida_detras_de_una_sonrisa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200724929511033874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCyvxM4GDBI/AAAAAAAAAGo/mhPlt23a55w/s320/Escondida_detras_de_una_sonrisa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Dos sonrisas,</div><br /><div align="center">la que ves</div><br /><div align="center">y la que no.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Contigo, </div><br /><div align="center">también sonrío</div><br /><div align="center">por dentro.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4647051262359544302?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-11870083219963507982008-05-11T12:18:00.000-07:002008-05-11T12:48:58.262-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCdNgM4GDAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JbsSi0os-Rc/s1600-h/mujer-desnuda-esbozo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199209510430182402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCdNgM4GDAI/AAAAAAAAAGg/JbsSi0os-Rc/s320/mujer-desnuda-esbozo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Un cuerpo de mujer</div><br /><div align="center">sin broncear, cansado,</div><br /><div align="center">sabio,</div><br /><div align="center">espera.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Una piel vacía</div><br /><div align="center">de caricias,</div><br /><div align="center">suave, caliente,</div><br /><div align="center">anhela.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Un pecho pequeño,</div><br /><div align="center">valiente, dulce,</div><br /><div align="center">desea.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Una mente retorcida,</div><br /><div align="center">ansiosa, paciente,</div><br /><div align="center">sueña.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1187008321996350798?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-85240820419126249752008-05-08T13:05:00.000-07:002008-05-08T13:17:31.808-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCNfoi7H3fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/38ZLi-LZhjk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198103545089875442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SCNfoi7H3fI/AAAAAAAAAGY/38ZLi-LZhjk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Y aunque tú</div><br /><div align="center">no me leas,</div><br /><div align="center">siento el irrefrenable</div><br /><div align="center">impulso</div><br /><div align="center">de escribirte.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Maldita</div><br /><div align="center">la ilusión que,</div><br /><div align="center">por ingenua,</div><br /><div align="center">sobrevive.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-8524082041912624975?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-17543250366794904452008-05-05T13:20:00.001-07:002008-05-05T13:23:51.633-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SB9sxzrU9qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h1fQkTwbd8w/s1600-h/feg_hibiscus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992097950168738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SB9sxzrU9qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/h1fQkTwbd8w/s320/feg_hibiscus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Yo ya sé</div><br /><div align="center">cómo va todo esto de </div><br /><div align="center">las plantas, señu.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Entierras la semilla,</div><br /><div align="center">la riegas y crece.</div><br /><div align="center">Pero...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Por qué??</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-1754325036679490445?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-76748034715284845302008-05-04T14:52:00.000-07:002008-05-04T15:02:18.354-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SB4yRjrU9pI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zCXOsb0nyJI/s1600-h/Lagrimas%2Bde%2Badios.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196646297248265874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SB4yRjrU9pI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zCXOsb0nyJI/s320/Lagrimas%2Bde%2Badios.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Llorar ya no me reconforta.</div><br /><div align="center">Ya ni deshidratándome</div><br /><div align="center">encontraría consuelo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Se secó la fuente </div><br /><div align="center">de dónde salen mis lágrimas,</div><br /><div align="center">de tanto usarla en vano.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Se apagaron las luces</div><br /><div align="center">de la calle por la que venías</div><br /><div align="center">y no has llegado.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-7674803471528484530?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-47784509126168565602008-05-02T07:11:00.000-07:002008-05-02T07:21:55.861-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBsjbTrU9oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ChM9_Up4qRw/s1600-h/sm%26ll.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195785547147441794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBsjbTrU9oI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ChM9_Up4qRw/s320/sm%26ll.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Si hay una manera </div><br /><div align="center">de controlarlo, </div><br /><div align="center">de que no te supere</div><br /><div align="center">el sentimiento,</div><br /><div align="center">quiero saberlo.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A veces creo que</div><br /><div align="center">dejar de </div><br /><div align="center">pensar gilipolleces</div><br /><div align="center">no estaría nada mal.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4778450912616856560?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-46064751329002771492008-04-29T13:49:00.000-07:002008-04-29T14:06:45.667-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBeNwzrU9nI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MPI7RVGUuWM/s1600-h/250px-Hunter_S_Thompson_caricatura.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194776564840330866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBeNwzrU9nI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MPI7RVGUuWM/s320/250px-Hunter_S_Thompson_caricatura.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me inspira leerte.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me llenas con tus letras</div><br /><div align="center">a veces tan absurdas</div><br /><div align="center">que se hacen complejas</div><br /><div align="center">a mi entender.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me remueven</div><br /><div align="center">tus ideas, las imágenes</div><br /><div align="center">que plasmas</div><br /><div align="center">a la perfección</div><br /><div align="center">a veces.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Me provocan</div><br /><div align="center">tus maneras, cómo</div><br /><div align="center">perviertes a tu antojo</div><br /><div align="center">lo que cuentas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A veces pienso </div><br /><div align="center">que son las palabras</div><br /><div align="center">las que te escriben a ti.</div><br /><div align="center">Te elijen, te seducen,</div><br /><div align="center">te definen.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Mi ansia de escribir</div><br /><div align="center">te sueña.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-4606475132900277149?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-63002760919099814802008-04-26T10:36:00.000-07:002008-04-26T10:45:28.337-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBNqHTrU9mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uBwGtf_W5qo/s1600-h/futuro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193611469061944930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SBNqHTrU9mI/AAAAAAAAAFw/uBwGtf_W5qo/s320/futuro.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Envuelto en sombras</div><br /><div align="center">se encuentra el recuerdo</div><br /><div align="center">de aquél tiempo</div><br /><div align="center">en el que todo era más fácil.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Una vez leí </div><br /><div align="center">que el futuro,</div><br /><div align="center">aunque en silencio,</div><br /><div align="center">no te olvida.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Sencillamente lo leí.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6300276091909981480?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7937911641867594578.post-69067954141129010442008-04-20T12:18:00.000-07:002008-04-20T12:25:17.189-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SAuYepGOMBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KcxKPH6mS8w/s1600-h/CantSpeakTruth.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191410647670075410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aHp7z-V_Mqk/SAuYepGOMBI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KcxKPH6mS8w/s320/CantSpeakTruth.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A todos nos encanta</div><br /><div align="center">cantar verdades.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A ti no?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">La dificultad</div><br /><div align="center">radica en </div><br /><div align="center">comprender</div><br /><div align="center">que a nadie</div><br /><div align="center">le gusta oírlas.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7937911641867594578-6906795414112901044?l=telmaalvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Telmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11643028517834872827noreply@blogger.com11