<?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-1666863130957730938</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:47:34.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piita</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lina maria martinez plata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008574883089475314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SZORBns0KaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WamVq7u4Iso/S220/p6P-c2EONKelQiECL9gdNA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666863130957730938.post-3003678559514012386</id><published>2009-11-02T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:22:10.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say you've been on my mind &lt;br /&gt;since I woke up today, up today &lt;br /&gt;I look at your photograph all the time &lt;br /&gt;These memories come back to life &lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed &lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips &lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me &lt;br /&gt;With no music playing &lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple things &lt;br /&gt;I remember til I cry &lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget &lt;br /&gt;The memory I wanna forget &lt;br /&gt;Is goodbye &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning &lt;br /&gt;And played our song &lt;br /&gt;And through my tears I sang along &lt;br /&gt;I picked up the phone and then put it down &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I'm waisting my time &lt;br /&gt;And I don't mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we kissed &lt;br /&gt;I still feel it on my lips &lt;br /&gt;The time that you danced with me &lt;br /&gt;With no music playing &lt;br /&gt;I remember the simple things &lt;br /&gt;I remember til I cry &lt;br /&gt;But the one thing I wish I'd forget &lt;br /&gt;The memory I wanna forget &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly my cell phone's blowing up &lt;br /&gt;With your ringtone &lt;br /&gt;I hesitate but answer it anyway &lt;br /&gt;You sound so alone &lt;br /&gt;And I'm surprised to hear you say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember when we kissed &lt;br /&gt;You still feel it on your lips &lt;br /&gt;That time that you danced with me &lt;br /&gt;With no music playing &lt;br /&gt;You remember the simple things &lt;br /&gt;We talked til we cried &lt;br /&gt;You said that your biggest regret &lt;br /&gt;The one thing you wish I'd forget &lt;br /&gt;Is saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye &lt;br /&gt;oooh &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666863130957730938-3003678559514012386?l=hermosocorazo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/feeds/3003678559514012386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/3003678559514012386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/3003678559514012386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>lina maria martinez plata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008574883089475314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SZORBns0KaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WamVq7u4Iso/S220/p6P-c2EONKelQiECL9gdNA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666863130957730938.post-8673692956756962602</id><published>2009-03-24T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:01:14.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pudo ser tan facil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pudo ser tan fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero lo dejaste ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tomas tu orgullo, tu, tu miedo a ser feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y por qué a mí, me toca sufrir si sólo te amé de más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no lo pude evitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entonces grito, lloro, muero todo en silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entiendo como alguien puede amar sufriendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; amar sufriendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo por &lt;span&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mi voz no te &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alcanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;, siento q te perdí &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se escucha el eco, de un silencio q habla de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y puedo escribir la más triste canción &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para decirte, amor, q no te puedo olvidar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.y entonces grito, lloro, muero todo en silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entiendo como alguien puede amar sufriendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; amar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sufriendo solo&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ti&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entonces grito, lloro, muero todo en silencio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entiendo como alguien puede amar sufriendo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entonces grito, lloro, muero todo en silencio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y entiendo como alguien puede amar sufriendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;, amar sufriendo, amar sufriendo,hasta&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; morir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.pudo ser ta&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; fácil, pero lo dejaste ir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666863130957730938-8673692956756962602?l=hermosocorazo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/feeds/8673692956756962602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pudo-ser-tan-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/8673692956756962602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/8673692956756962602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/03/pudo-ser-tan-facil.html' title='Pudo ser tan facil'/><author><name>lina maria martinez plata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008574883089475314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SZORBns0KaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WamVq7u4Iso/S220/p6P-c2EONKelQiECL9gdNA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666863130957730938.post-1644752555211059000</id><published>2009-03-06T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T17:41:21.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aMoR eReS tU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SbHdEmZpLUI/AAAAAAAAABw/kuamE7E1kkY/s1600-h/7A1VoKcR0S0h5Czo36dZJA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310268506743844162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SbHdEmZpLUI/AAAAAAAAABw/kuamE7E1kkY/s320/7A1VoKcR0S0h5Czo36dZJA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amar: el amar es un simple hecho que no se puede comprender&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es la certeza de lo que no se tiene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incertidumbre&lt;/span&gt; de saber si estas en lo correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;garantía&lt;/span&gt; que no se ve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es lo que sientes sin querer y lo que quieres sin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es un sentimiento sin explicar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es dar el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt; por completo a lo que no se sabe si es correcto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es vivir con duda, pero con &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satisfacción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;la vida hoy me ha regalado el don de saber que es lo que es estar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;enamorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gracias a Dios por permitirme estar a tu lado y simplemente quiero decir que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EL AMOR ERES TU&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666863130957730938-1644752555211059000?l=hermosocorazo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/feeds/1644752555211059000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-eres-tu.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/1644752555211059000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/1644752555211059000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/03/amor-eres-tu.html' title='aMoR eReS tU'/><author><name>lina maria martinez plata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16008574883089475314</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SZORBns0KaI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WamVq7u4Iso/S220/p6P-c2EONKelQiECL9gdNA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TaU-niv82bQ/SbHdEmZpLUI/AAAAAAAAABw/kuamE7E1kkY/s72-c/7A1VoKcR0S0h5Czo36dZJA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1666863130957730938.post-6850119142186243699</id><published>2009-02-21T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T14:15:12.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE VUELTO A CREER EN EL AMOR</title><content type='html'>Hoy me has hecho comprender&lt;br /&gt;que se necesita amar&lt;br /&gt;me has llenado denuevo&lt;br /&gt;con un sentimiento dificil de explicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizas eres la persona que necesitaba&lt;br /&gt;o quizas eres simplemente alguien&lt;br /&gt;con la capacidad de amar&lt;br /&gt;y de hacer que te amen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoy le comprendo a la vida&lt;br /&gt;muchas cosas y una de ellas&lt;br /&gt;es que no es necesario estar con alguien&lt;br /&gt;pero si es necesario AMAR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1666863130957730938-6850119142186243699?l=hermosocorazo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/feeds/6850119142186243699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hermosocorazo.blogspot.com/2009/02/he-vuelto-creer-en-el-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1666863130957730938/posts/default/6850119142186243699'/><link rel='self' 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