<?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-2023427602389921346</id><updated>2012-03-10T06:34:16.515-08:00</updated><category term='Destrozando los Clásicos'/><category term='Cuerpos de papel'/><category term='Estados de Animo'/><category term='El Arte de ser Mujer.'/><title type='text'>Sentimientos de Papel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-2117719917369562378</id><published>2012-03-10T06:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-10T06:34:16.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de Animo'/><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Paraíso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Lugar hermoso donde Dios creó a Adán y Eva&amp;nbsp;según&amp;nbsp;el antiguo testamento. Edén.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paraíso:&lt;/i&gt;Lugar tranquilo y agradable, vergel donde se desarrolla la vida. Lugar donde las almas gozan de la&amp;nbsp;compañía&amp;nbsp;de Dios/es,.&amp;nbsp;según&amp;nbsp;las religiones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/1G4isv_Fylg/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G4isv_Fylg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1G4isv_Fylg&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Es el lugar donde sabes que eres amado y en el que sabes que te esperan, Paradise..yo sé dónde está, en el abrazo de los&amp;nbsp;míos&amp;nbsp;y en la ternura de un beso de mi madre.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-2117719917369562378?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2117719917369562378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/03/paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/2117719917369562378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/2117719917369562378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/03/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-7628171305280800226</id><published>2012-02-26T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T09:10:13.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destrozando los Clásicos'/><title type='text'>Las Edades del Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N53cMH1L870/T0pblbQ9F1I/AAAAAAAAADU/NdpHLz9Ngk4/s1600/img052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N53cMH1L870/T0pblbQ9F1I/AAAAAAAAADU/NdpHLz9Ngk4/s400/img052.jpg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Indomitus Homo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; David Méndez, &amp;nbsp;Verano de 2009-retoque en enero de 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Grafito, carboncillo y&amp;nbsp;lápiz&amp;nbsp;acuarelable (original), más filtros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;2773x3978., 4.5mb (original A4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Representa la lucha diaria del hombre consigo mismo, sus&amp;nbsp;alegrías&amp;nbsp;y sus tristezas, la frescura de la juventud y su primavera es cosa del ayer, se conoce el amor y sus delicias&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;como el trago amargo del desencanto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Inspirado en Ulises y Teseo, yo autor he decidido tratar a este trabajo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;Indomitus Homo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;casi como una obra&amp;nbsp;autoretrato.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/2023427602389921346-7628171305280800226?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7628171305280800226/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-edades-del-hombre_26.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/7628171305280800226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/7628171305280800226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-edades-del-hombre_26.html' title='Las Edades del Hombre'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-N53cMH1L870/T0pblbQ9F1I/AAAAAAAAADU/NdpHLz9Ngk4/s72-c/img052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-756218610539645358</id><published>2012-02-06T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:42:37.277-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destrozando los Clásicos'/><title type='text'>Las Edades del Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kn74nfoDyfI/TzAeW625u-I/AAAAAAAAADM/KkJjQIN2gFQ/s1600/DSC03976.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kn74nfoDyfI/TzAeW625u-I/AAAAAAAAADM/KkJjQIN2gFQ/s400/DSC03976.JPG" width="365" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"El primer vuelo de Febo"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; David Méndez, &amp;nbsp;Verano de 2009-retoque en enero de 2012&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Tinta negra y&amp;nbsp;lápiz acuarelable (original), más&amp;nbsp;fotografía&amp;nbsp;y filtros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;2264x2480., 948.4kb (original A4)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la secuencia de eventos que tiene el hilo de la vida, llegamos a la segunda&amp;nbsp;representación&amp;nbsp;de la serie Destrozando los Clásicos&amp;nbsp;y en ella aparece como protagonista el mozo Febo Apolo, glorioso y gallardo que como cita la leyenda al cuarto&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;de su nacimiento se enfrentó al feroz&amp;nbsp;dragón&amp;nbsp;Pitón y tras&amp;nbsp; cruenta batalla se elevó con la victoria y ocupó su lugar en el&amp;nbsp;panteón&amp;nbsp;Olímpico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Llega un momento en que todos "volamos del nido" una vez nos sentimos dispuestos a afrontar responsabilidades y retos en nuestra vida, el proceder de nuestros actos nos lleva por caminos que nos conducen por lugares y momentos que jamás imaginamos. El joven es lo que sus padres hicieron de él, en la diestra la luz de los valores y el amor de la familia siempre incondicionales y en la zurda la luz inicial propia del camino que nosotros mismos elegimos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-756218610539645358?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/756218610539645358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-edades-del-hombre.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/756218610539645358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/756218610539645358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/02/las-edades-del-hombre.html' title='Las Edades del Hombre'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kn74nfoDyfI/TzAeW625u-I/AAAAAAAAADM/KkJjQIN2gFQ/s72-c/DSC03976.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-8198778019514664371</id><published>2012-01-31T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:34:40.753-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de Animo'/><title type='text'>Háblame de Amor..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/zLrUJY4D5Bc/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLrUJY4D5Bc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLrUJY4D5Bc&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si nuestra vida se convirtiera en un anuncio de Tv. Sin pensarlo dos veces te&amp;nbsp;diría&amp;nbsp;que este es el mejor momento en que tu y yo quedamos retratados. Lo malo es que el&amp;nbsp;tío&amp;nbsp;que dice "Cut" siempre nos arruinara el final.&lt;br /&gt;Escena 69, toma 2: &amp;nbsp;Si te gusto podemos continuar, sabes que&amp;nbsp;después&amp;nbsp;de probar un beso de tus labios siempre quiero más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/QzW_RQtVeM0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzW_RQtVeM0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzW_RQtVeM0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-8198778019514664371?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8198778019514664371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/hablame-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8198778019514664371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8198778019514664371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/hablame-de-amor.html' title='Háblame de Amor..'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-8703413329934532251</id><published>2012-01-26T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T12:12:07.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Destrozando los Clásicos'/><title type='text'>Las Edades del Hombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYvR_Otr4hE/TyGSM4SIK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/M6crvYVeTIY/s1600/img053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYvR_Otr4hE/TyGSM4SIK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/M6crvYVeTIY/s400/img053.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"La Juventud o la niñez"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;David Méndez, Verano de 2009-retoque enero de 2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Carboncillo y&amp;nbsp;lápiz&amp;nbsp;acuarelable, más filtros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3928x2909,. 3.7mb (original A4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tomando como referencia a los antiguos mitos y&amp;nbsp;demás&amp;nbsp;cuentos&amp;nbsp;clásicos, yo autor, inspirado por las musas dibuje al joven Febo que montado a lomos de brioso&amp;nbsp;rocín&amp;nbsp;(Pegaso), emprende el&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;camino de la vida. En el inicio de esta serie titulada: Destrozando los&amp;nbsp;Clásicos&amp;nbsp;aparece "La Juventud", la figura del mancebo recuerda a Belerofonte domador del alado Pegaso y que es casi&amp;nbsp;absorbido&amp;nbsp;por la del caballo,&amp;nbsp;símbolo&amp;nbsp;de vigor, el empuje, la&amp;nbsp;gallardía&amp;nbsp;y el movimiento. &amp;nbsp;Sin embargo ambos son uno solo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El joven aferra la vida &amp;nbsp;representada en luminoso rayo y la luz que es la &amp;nbsp;ingenuidad propia de los niños, mientras recorre el sendero por el que solo sus progenitores son capaces de guiarle mientras este no sea capaz de valerse por si solo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2023427602389921346-8703413329934532251?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8703413329934532251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-edades-del-hombre.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8703413329934532251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8703413329934532251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-edades-del-hombre.html' title='Las Edades del Hombre'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BYvR_Otr4hE/TyGSM4SIK5I/AAAAAAAAADA/M6crvYVeTIY/s72-c/img053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-4032869443285939905</id><published>2012-01-22T05:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T06:24:30.550-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de Animo'/><title type='text'>Louis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dentro de cada uno habita un pequeño Louis, un impulso, un halo autodidacta, una&amp;nbsp;expresión&amp;nbsp;artística,..un no querer pasar por la vida como una maleta. Porque al fin y al cabo, todos somos Louis. ¿O no?..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/pyIU4hXXoR0/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyIU4hXXoR0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pyIU4hXXoR0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;El autor de esta tema que he rescatado de ese lejano&amp;nbsp;1988 es Franco De Vita, artista Venezolano, compositor,&amp;nbsp;músico&amp;nbsp;y medio poeta el señor. Aplaudo sus líneas sensatas y sinceras y comparto su idea de seguir soñando pese a la realidad, pues hoy que la "música" se reduce a ruido facilón &amp;nbsp;para las masas simples, recordar a este "Louis" resulta cuanto menos un alivio,&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;como&amp;nbsp;reencontrarse&amp;nbsp;con una bonita canción.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-4032869443285939905?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4032869443285939905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/louis.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/4032869443285939905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/4032869443285939905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/louis.html' title='Louis.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-4331450090712307200</id><published>2012-01-16T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T09:04:30.309-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estados de Animo'/><title type='text'>Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/vOuL2AnJPok/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOuL2AnJPok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vOuL2AnJPok&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Shiiii, no digas nada..solo bésame.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-4331450090712307200?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4331450090712307200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/4331450090712307200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/4331450090712307200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/secret.html' title='Secret'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-8827124561106935817</id><published>2012-01-11T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T10:54:40.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Arte de ser Mujer.'/><title type='text'>Yo te Amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18zvvE5I4fg/TOB_qVHq0-I/AAAAAAAAEJE/IRFEGShp2QQ/s400/botticelli-41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18zvvE5I4fg/TOB_qVHq0-I/AAAAAAAAEJE/IRFEGShp2QQ/s400/botticelli-41.jpg" width="305" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"A ti mujer de mirada plácida, cuya vida, sentimiento, y razón,.eres para este rendido amante.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Hágase&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;tu voluntad, así en la tierra como en nuestro Cielo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;En palabras simples y comunes yo te extraño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;en lenguaje terrenal mi vida eres tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;en total simplicidad seria yo te Amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y en un trozo de poesía tu seras mi Luz, mi bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;el espacio donde me alimento de tu piel que es bondad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;la fuerza que me mueve dentro para recomenzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y en tu cuerpo encontrar la Paz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Si la vida me permite a lado tuyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;crecerán&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mis ilusiones no lo dudo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;si la vida la perdiera en un instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;que me llene de ti, para Amar&amp;nbsp;después&amp;nbsp;de amarte..Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No tengas miedos ni dudas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;este Amor es demasiado bueno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que tu seras mi mujer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;yo te pertenezco todo entero,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;mira mi pecho, lo dejo abierto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;para que vivas en el..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Para tu tranquilidad me tienes en tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;para mi debilidad la Única eres tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;al final tan solo sé que siempre te he esperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y que llegas a mi vida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y tu me das la Luz del bien,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ese mundo donde tus palabras hacen su Voluntad,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;la magia de este Sentimiento que es tan fuerte y total&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;y tus ojos que son mi Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Si la vida me permite a lado tuyo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;crecerán&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;mis Ilusiones no lo dudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;y si la vida la perdiera en un instante,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;que me llene de ti, para Amar&amp;nbsp;después&amp;nbsp;de amarte..Vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No tengas miedos ni dudas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;este Amor es demasiado bueno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;que tu seras mi mujer,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yo te pertenezco todo entero,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mira mi pecho, lo dejo abierto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;para que vivas en el..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Chayanne-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; text-align: -webkit-center;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial, tahoma, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2023427602389921346-8827124561106935817?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8827124561106935817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/yo-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8827124561106935817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/8827124561106935817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/yo-te-amo.html' title='Yo te Amo.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_18zvvE5I4fg/TOB_qVHq0-I/AAAAAAAAEJE/IRFEGShp2QQ/s72-c/botticelli-41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-3609996150732488899</id><published>2012-01-03T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T11:53:09.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dibujos y demás deseos de las Musas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-takquCKVpD0/TwNcAuFxjDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xaqHw2ocSCQ/s1600/D%25C3%25A1diva+Luz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-takquCKVpD0/TwNcAuFxjDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xaqHw2ocSCQ/s320/D%25C3%25A1diva+Luz.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-3609996150732488899?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/3609996150732488899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/dibujos-y-demas-deseos-de-las-musas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/3609996150732488899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/3609996150732488899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2012/01/dibujos-y-demas-deseos-de-las-musas.html' title='Dibujos y demás deseos de las Musas.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-takquCKVpD0/TwNcAuFxjDI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xaqHw2ocSCQ/s72-c/D%25C3%25A1diva+Luz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-5340175102818352571</id><published>2011-12-16T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T15:15:56.007-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Arte de ser Mujer.'/><title type='text'>A Simone, mi princesa.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canvaz.com/botticelli/botticelli-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.canvaz.com/botticelli/botticelli-35.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.canvaz.com/botticelli/botticelli-35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; A la Sin Par.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Sueño que sonriente vienes hasta mi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;tus largos cabellos brillan como el Sol, figura&amp;nbsp;frágil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Tus profundos ojos se posan en mi,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ¿Si son tan hermosos, porqué tristes&amp;nbsp;están?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Dime tus penas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;La Felicidad está en tu resplandor,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;me hablas del Amor que Irradia de tu ser,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;y al viento, con pasión, quisiera gritar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ¡Eres la leyenda de la Eterna Juventud&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; rayo de Luz, mi&amp;nbsp;fantasía, vuela sin temor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Ven a mi, que por mil años te amaré,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; por favor princesa ven, dame tu amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Queen Milenia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2023427602389921346-5340175102818352571?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/5340175102818352571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/simone-mi-princesa.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/5340175102818352571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/5340175102818352571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/simone-mi-princesa.html' title='A Simone, mi princesa.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-2713263788911893409</id><published>2011-12-15T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:23:17.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='El Arte de ser Mujer.'/><title type='text'>Simonetta..la Belleza encarnada en mujer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZXddHZeI0g/TupCRY9G0zI/AAAAAAAAACg/uOrsjp4D0v8/s1600/Simonetta-Vespucci.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZXddHZeI0g/TupCRY9G0zI/AAAAAAAAACg/uOrsjp4D0v8/s320/Simonetta-Vespucci.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Oh mujer de mirada plácida..¿Qué puedo decir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de ti que otros no hayan dicho ya?.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mujer de rasgos divinos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dádiva&amp;nbsp;con cuerpo de mujer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dicen que un hombre se&amp;nbsp;volvió&amp;nbsp;loco por ti,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;eso dicen. Dicen..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Es ver tu faz y mi&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;late deprisa, es..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pronunciar tu nombre y sentir que las&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;palabras se me anudan en la garganta y no quieren escapar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de mi boca.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, no te he tocado, pero Dios sabe cuanto te&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;deseo. No te he besado, mas, oh desgraciado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;de mí, no vivo sino pensando en que un beso tuyo..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bastaría&amp;nbsp;para sanarme.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hablan los malos rumores que quién fue tu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;marido, no bien te marchaste se buscó a otra.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No seria yo ese valiente, te lo puedo asegurar ..pues,&amp;nbsp;después&amp;nbsp;de ti o bien la locura, o mejor aún..bien la muerte.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No he sentido tu calor, pero el solo hecho de contemplarte desnuda me produce un ardor atroz en &amp;nbsp;el cuerpo. No, no &amp;nbsp;es horrible soy sincero,&amp;nbsp;así&amp;nbsp;no lo siento. Es un fuego que me quema las entrañas y me produce el llanto, si, si amor..lloro..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lloro porque no estoy a tu lado. Porque aunque mis manos te hubieran tocado no hay talento en ellas suficiente para plasmar tan siquiera el más pequeño de tus rasgos. En verdad te digo, que envidio a quién te inmortalizó en blanco lienzo. En verdad te digo, que me confieso rendido amante de quién se atrevió pintarte.. En verdad te digo. ¡Oh dulce amor que en lo más profundo de mi&amp;nbsp;corazón&amp;nbsp;estas!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que no hay ni&amp;nbsp;habrá&amp;nbsp;otra mujer, que cautive&amp;nbsp;corazón, que desquicie&amp;nbsp;razón&amp;nbsp;y que logre que un hombre llegue a pedir al Creador que es preferible una mujer a todo su cielo. ¡Que se lo quede para Él, pero que a ti te &amp;nbsp;devuelva a mis brazos!.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No&amp;nbsp;diré&amp;nbsp;tu nombre pues el solo susurro del mismo es ya palabra bendita. No&amp;nbsp;diré&amp;nbsp;que te Amo, pues &amp;nbsp;tu sabes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;bien&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que no es&amp;nbsp;así. Yo no te amo mujer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yo te Adoro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sinceramente tuyo..y hasta el&amp;nbsp;día&amp;nbsp;en que el ruin tiempo borre de mi memoria tu nombre. No olvide este infeliz que por ti suspira y que&amp;nbsp;corazón, sangre y&amp;nbsp;espíritu&amp;nbsp;te pertenecen que por Amor Divino solo es tuyo".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-David Méndez Porras-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-2713263788911893409?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/2713263788911893409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/simonettala-belleza-encarnada-en-mujer.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/2713263788911893409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/2713263788911893409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/simonettala-belleza-encarnada-en-mujer.html' title='Simonetta..la Belleza encarnada en mujer.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZXddHZeI0g/TupCRY9G0zI/AAAAAAAAACg/uOrsjp4D0v8/s72-c/Simonetta-Vespucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2023427602389921346.post-7440389588065781030</id><published>2011-12-13T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:56:52.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cuerpos de papel'/><title type='text'>Un arte llamado desnudo.</title><content type='html'>Desnudo: Es el estado de no estar vestido. Género&amp;nbsp;Artístico&amp;nbsp;que tuvo su mayor apogeo durante el&amp;nbsp;Clásico&amp;nbsp;y el Renacentista. Vale, hasta&amp;nbsp;allí&amp;nbsp;lo lógico. Ahora, tal y como yo lo veo.&lt;br /&gt;Para mi, es más que el solo hecho de dibujar un cuerpo sin ropa, es una&amp;nbsp;expresión&amp;nbsp;que el cuerpo sin una palabra te regala. Un torso desnudo envuelto en poco más que una sábana, una baja espalda dejando al descubierto sus rincones, sus pliegues, sus curvas..los dedos desde sus puntas hasta sus muñecas bailarines mudos que dicen mucho sin tener boca. Dedos que rosados cual el amanecer más bonito regalados por la diosa Eos, pueden ser plasmados con el resto de ese conjunto magnifico y armonioso que es el cuerpo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2023427602389921346-7440389588065781030?l=lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7440389588065781030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-arte-llamado-desnudo.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/7440389588065781030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2023427602389921346/posts/default/7440389588065781030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lossentimientosdepapel.blogspot.com/2011/12/un-arte-llamado-desnudo.html' title='Un arte llamado desnudo.'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14775003753135058624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a-HZ1viuhUQ/TuhZC6ybAqI/AAAAAAAAABc/L2DAQlwIgdo/s220/cupido-y-psique-de-bouguereau.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
