tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-184966522011-04-21T14:26:10.840-07:00Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1140558334393617482006-02-21T13:42:00.000-08:002006-02-21T13:45:34.406-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSCN2137.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSCN2137.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-114055833439361748?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1139611240765888272006-02-10T14:39:00.000-08:002006-02-10T14:40:40.766-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/moi_rostro_luz2.jpg"><img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/moi_rostro_luz2.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113961124076588827?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1138492778249298402006-01-28T15:56:00.000-08:002006-01-28T15:59:38.250-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/Imagen%20020.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/Imagen%20020.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113849277824929840?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1137525666644407182006-01-17T10:59:00.000-08:002006-01-19T05:04:26.120-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">La aguja sube </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">estanque a 1/2as </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">la velocidad </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">se denota impaciente </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...inverosímil </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Me olvido del pasado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">me lo amarro a la espalda </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">y suelto los pies del suelo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Abrazo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">la irrealidad </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de la realidad</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Me asocio al sueño eterno </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que comienza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">y que no suele terminar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...sólo pergaminar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Nadie deja de soñar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">nadie deja de cerrar los ojos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">por un segundo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Con un pincel imaginario</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">me voy trazando </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...inevitable</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">con aroma a pasado</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">de futuras emulsiones</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Tan solo a veces </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">despierto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">y me imagino despierta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Esta tarde </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">convergo en el olvido</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">a traspar-me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">a recordar olvidando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Esta tarde </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">huelo a otro ser</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Fallecer </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">por que así el cielo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">lo hace todas las tardes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...como ahora</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Rodeada aun </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">despertenecida </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">voy cayendo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">al beso </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">que me acoge </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">...sin saberlo</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113752566664440718?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1136983085269537322006-01-11T04:19:00.000-08:002006-01-17T11:29:21.780-08:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Observo una esfera que simula una nuez </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">silenciosas intenciones </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">que no logran descifrar el misterio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Su caparazón aun inmaduro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Nadie sabe por qué se vistió de verde </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">en vez de azul</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Como nadie sabe </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">que esta noche lloré a solas</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">por largo rato</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">buscando mi espejo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">escuchando mi aire expulsarse por mis ojos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">las lágrimas por mi boca</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">Sin control me perdí </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">por unos eternos y dulces momentos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">reconciliandome con ese enigma de por qué </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">mi vientre alberga tan poca certeza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">tanto vacío repleto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">tal dolor que no era su propio adjetivo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">sino un enigma de color</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">La nuez </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#006600;">sin razón</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#006600;">...viste color alg</span>uno</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113698308526953732?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1133313586953331212005-11-29T17:18:00.000-08:002005-11-29T17:19:46.953-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08176.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08176.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113331358695333121?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1133313068188437882005-11-29T16:56:00.000-08:002005-11-29T17:11:08.256-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08194.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08194.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08194.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08194.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113331306818843788?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina 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alguno?<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Existe un oleaje arrítmico<br />que volverá y se irá<br />que se irá y volverá<br />para poder alcanzarnos<br />luego de que el color de la distancia<br />nos haya poseído<br /><br />Nos resultará fácil detenernos<br />desentendernos<br />y recibir la brisa de ese matiz<br />resistiendo el dolor de esa palabra<br />que balbuceo con el atardecer<br /><br />El frío<br />La piel<br />El sonido<br /><br />Mi sexo que se omite por razones obvias<br />el descenso de una sombra suspirante<br />que me deja sintiendo ese frío<br />ese sonido<br />esa piel<br /><br />Bugambilia<br />flor de noviembre<br />colores de mudas intenciones<br />como desnudando el hombro<br /><br />Me resamblo a la semblanza de una templanza<br />sable de caricias<br />que parecen no cesar<br />cuando hace largo tiempo<br />vuelvo a caer en mi<br /><br />Se siente bien con el yo adecuado<br />el eco preciso<br />y mi trayectoria en este ombligo del mundo<br />que es mi espacio infertil<br /><br />Tanto tiempo<br />y el frío se sigue sintiendo igual<br />a escala de un intruso cortés<br /><br />Pende de mis muros el propósito de mis viajes<br /></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">en sueño<br />viajo mil por horas<br />como si no fuera pecado<br />sin pecas en el rostro<br />y de sombras brillantes que me acompañan<br /><br />Levito imaginando que la realidad<br />la voy guardando en mi bolsillo<br />y la manoseo como si fueran monedas<br />que me compraran el próximo billete de avión<br /><br />No pertenezco al momento de ser<br />devuelvo la ilusión del banal acontecer<br /><br />Pareciera que mis intenciones<br />pudieran llover<br />como perteneciéndome a cada instante<br />s o y </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">y no me arrepiento<br /><br />Los días volverán a empezar<br />la noche será su cómplice rival<br />como el tiempo que se desliza<br />por mis grietas de merengue apariencia<br /><br />No interrumpir<br />deseo trabajando<br />y mi cuerpo no se cansa<br />de tanto impactar<br />contra este sueño que cada día<br />se vuelve más realidad<br /><br />Un pasado acaramelado </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">su voz es el mismo<br />su esfinge placer aun<br /><br />Como intruso soñador </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">que me toma de la mano<br />cada tres días<br />cuando cierro los ojos<br /><br />Ese paisaje es real<br />el que pende de mi muro<br />Perfecta sincronía del ayer </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000066;">con el instante que no cesa<br />de recordar y pertenecer</span></div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#000066;">4 minutos y algo más </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Mis manos están secas de tanto bosquejar<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Tocaré con las puntas de mis pies<br />el incipiente despertar de un cielo<br />que será mío por todas partes<br />y lo compartiré con mis fantasmas<br />carcajeándole al horizonte<br />que ya no me mostrará límite<br />si no que me regalara el secreto de la ilusión</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;color:#000066;">... del fin que nunca existió</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113206713872508515?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131218225926051122005-11-05T11:15:00.000-08:002005-11-05T11:17:05.926-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07889.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07889.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113121822592605112?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131218120604588842005-11-05T11:13:00.000-08:002005-11-05T11:15:20.606-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08075.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08075.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113121812060458884?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131143216285618252005-11-04T14:26:00.000-08:002005-11-04T14:26:56.286-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113114321628561825?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131142682870886482005-11-04T14:15:00.000-08:002005-11-04T14:18:02.870-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07794.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07794.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07794.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07794.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113114268287088648?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131142503673352482005-11-04T13:39:00.000-08:002005-11-05T11:12:36.620-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07771.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07771.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07771.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07771.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113114250367335248?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131140133841118772005-11-04T13:32:00.000-08:002005-11-04T13:35:33.853-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07766.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07766.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113114013384111877?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1131049817650362512005-11-03T12:28:00.000-08:002005-11-03T12:30:17.650-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSCN3476.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSCN3476.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113104981765036251?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130868666943412712005-11-01T10:09:00.000-08:002005-11-03T05:59:46.510-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07261.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07261.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113086866694341271?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130868476565086742005-11-01T10:06:00.000-08:002005-11-01T10:07:56.566-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07266.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC07266.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113086847656508674?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130867784793662022005-11-01T09:54:00.000-08:002005-11-01T09:56:24.793-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08030.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08030.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113086778479366202?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130867617635281262005-11-01T09:51:00.000-08:002005-11-03T06:00:42.053-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC08112.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/DSC08112.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113086761763528126?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130816413971329742005-10-31T19:40:00.000-08:002005-11-03T06:55:45.750-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/gota-sapo.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/gota-sapo.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113081641397132974?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130815702512076452005-10-31T19:22:00.000-08:002005-10-31T19:28:22.523-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/DSC07286.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/320/DSC07286.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Dejaron de crecer</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">quedaron sin habla luego de que </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">el tiempo </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">y el abandono </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">las secaran</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Pero una corona de recuerdos </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">y de sabores</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">al parecer </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">nunca dejaran de existir.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113081570251207645?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18496652.post-1130777761272693162005-10-31T01:50:00.000-08:002005-10-31T08:56:01.280-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/1600/MSJA%20TIA.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6331/1811/400/MSJA%20TIA.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">Je je je je...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;">El es mi sobrino Nico, y en el dia de hoy habló por primera vez en sus pensamientos, y fui yo su primer despertar.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18496652-113077776127269316?l=estonoestasucediendo.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Nina Rayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04118123782324011360noreply@blogger.com0