<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:48:12.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LETRAS ON LINE</title><subtitle type='html'>escribir desde la esencia, de lo santo a lo profano...escribir</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-2590482481384721974</id><published>2008-10-06T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:29:25.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESPUES DEL VIAJE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Después del cansancio que dejan miles de kilómetros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nos reencontramos y las palabras parecen sobrar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te siento tan mía, me sabes tan tuyo; y dejamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nuestras almas hablar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No hay temas pendientes, no hay dudas posibles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lo único cierto lo veo en tus ojos al momento de amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-2590482481384721974?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/2590482481384721974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-5507995288848971113</id><published>2008-10-04T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:38:50.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CIBERESPACIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es posible que hoy ya no te encuentre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y que todo lo tecleado solo hayan sido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;palabras, y que regreses al ciberespacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de donde saliste, y a la red cibernética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que con su aliento tu alma; ha creado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se podría medir una relación en Bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;de transferencia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se puede dar sentido al amor según la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;capacidad de memoria RAM ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Se podría decir que mi  sistema operativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;el día de hoy está&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;colapsado, y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que mi Sitio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Web quiza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ya no sea accesado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; desde tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;dirección I.P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-5507995288848971113?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/5507995288848971113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=5507995288848971113' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/5507995288848971113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/5507995288848971113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/10/ciberespacio.html' title='CIBERESPACIO'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-3490446023721500800</id><published>2008-10-04T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:40:48.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OJOS VERDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He visto tantos ojos verdes hoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que de verde se vistió la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;verdes fueron los rayos del sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y verde el reflejo de una lágrima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que se autoexilió de mis ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alcanzando la frontera de mi mejilla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiza de verde se vista la esperanza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quiza verde es mi nostalgia, y quiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;verde sean los recuerdos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es así como hoy se vé esta mañana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y es asi como prefiero que sean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;muy distintas a aquellas grises mañanas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;y todo parace ser un preludio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuya primera señal son aquellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eternos ojos verdes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-3490446023721500800?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/3490446023721500800/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=3490446023721500800' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/3490446023721500800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/3490446023721500800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/10/ojos-verdes.html' title='OJOS VERDES'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-4027791501567753560</id><published>2008-10-04T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:14:16.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TITANES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;El mar en silencio, la arena caliente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;gaviotas que danzan, y gotas de lluvia que caen; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;pero sin mojar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;tu rostro en mi ventana, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;de mis manos ausente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;y recuerdo aquellos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;momentos que aún no logro olvidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;el mar se ha enfurecido, y reclama su derecho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;de estar en tí dormido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;a salvo y no deshecho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;y siento tu cuerpo lejos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;sin que mi mano te llegue a alcanzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;llevarte en mi barco viejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;y en la inmensidad del azul poderte al fin amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-4027791501567753560?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/4027791501567753560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=4027791501567753560' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/4027791501567753560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/4027791501567753560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/10/titanes.html' title='TITANES'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-2029136863873798146</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:16:07.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UN ANGEL APODADO MUERTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL TIEMPO PARECE TORNARSE LEJANO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL FRÍO ES PENETRANTE Y HAY LLUVIA,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y ESTOY SIN TECHO, SIN COMPAÑÍA Y SIN IDENTIDAD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y NO ES ALGO FICTICIO, ES TAN REAL; COMO LO BRUTAL,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL BRUTAL DOLOR QUE NOS HACE SABER; QUE SENTIMOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LA CERCANÍA Y LA CERTEZA DE LA EXISTENCIA DE UN ANGEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DE ALAS NEGRAS APODADO "MUERTE", QUE TE SUSURRA AL OÍDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUE DEBES AFERRARTE A LA VIDA, Y AQUÍ ESTÁS DENUEVO,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO HAY LLUVIA, EL FRIO LO EVITAS CON ALGUNAS ROPAS,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EL CIELO ES AHORA TU TECHO, Y EL ÁNGEL DE ALAS NEGRAS;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TU COMPAÑÍA Y TU AMIGO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-2029136863873798146?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/2029136863873798146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=2029136863873798146' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/2029136863873798146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/2029136863873798146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/09/un-angel-apodado-muerte.html' title='UN ANGEL APODADO MUERTE'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-3510289387033282983</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:35:54.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DE NOCHE A DÍA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una noche de otro tiempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;contemplé, miré tus ojos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una noche, en otro tiempo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el reloj por tu mano fué detenido,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una noche, en otro tiempo, conocimos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo prohibido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una noche en otro tiempo, fuimos agua,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tierra y trigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una noche en otro tiempo, cuando todo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pareció perdido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junto a tí desperté; cuando ya había&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amanecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-3510289387033282983?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/3510289387033282983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=3510289387033282983' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/3510289387033282983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/3510289387033282983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/09/de-noche-da.html' title='DE NOCHE A DÍA'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-7982335578766148364</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T16:55:43.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASI COMO ERES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Es en el recuerdo en donde a diario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;te encuentro, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;es con el dolor; como te haces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;presente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Así es como aún existes en mi vida, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;como antes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en mis dichas hoy en mis penas. Así es aveces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;la vida, nos quita algo, para que podamos darnos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cuenta cuanto lo necesitamos. Aunque ahora ya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sea demasiado tarde para decirlo, y aún más &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tarde para remediar lo que ya se ha convertido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en pasado. Así es como existes en mis dias; como el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;recuerdo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;que quiero borrar, y al hacerlo solo consigo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;revivirte aún más. Así es como se que segirás presente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;en mi vida, asi como te creí mi eterna alegría, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hoy el dolor que parece perpetuarse; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;junto a tu recuerdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-7982335578766148364?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/7982335578766148364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=7982335578766148364' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/7982335578766148364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/7982335578766148364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/09/asi-como-eres.html' title='ASI COMO ERES'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-2283370875325788689</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:47:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FANTASMA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿ Y si fuera tu fantasma ?, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;el cual trepa a tu ventana,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿ o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; si fuera la hiedra?,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que se entrelaza por tus muros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O si todo fuese más simple, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me presento cualquier mañana,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;te pido que me obsequies una sonrrisa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que ya de noche,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuando ya duermas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sueñes con un fantasma al que ayudas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para que pueda entrar por tu ventana.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-2283370875325788689?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/2283370875325788689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=2283370875325788689' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/2283370875325788689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/2283370875325788689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/09/fantasma.html' title='FANTASMA'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3895955530625295376.post-5033237765947951208</id><published>2008-09-18T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T23:42:48.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HISTORIA EN YOUTUBE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tú; la Princesa del Reino que he perdido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo; el que en esta historia será quien te amaba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tú, con ojos de ángel, cabello de trigo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mi niña y mujer que en mi destino; no estaba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota:&lt;/strong&gt; Texto que acompaña a video de mi autoría en Youtube; motivo de su nombre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3895955530625295376-5033237765947951208?l=letrasenlinea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/feeds/5033237765947951208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3895955530625295376&amp;postID=5033237765947951208' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/5033237765947951208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3895955530625295376/posts/default/5033237765947951208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasenlinea.blogspot.com/2008/09/historia-en-youtube.html' title='HISTORIA EN YOUTUBE'/><author><name>Luis Nelson Zepeda-San Francisco</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00897953963955387767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jD9B1JCqg08/SPjvKiRPlnI/AAAAAAAAACA/ane18tZ6MSg/S220/seaking001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
