<?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-8189514819904885298</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:37:46.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNIDAD, AMOR Y SENTIMIENTOS IV</title><subtitle type='html'>Amor... hermoso sentimiento que tiene aroma a hierba... sabor a vida y color de piel y a veces nos llega a doler...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1001</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8932238092575260282</id><published>2009-11-27T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T07:46:32.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bienvenido a mis noches de luna...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SS1wwSx-itI/AAAAAAAACGs/MCmyYPz3I2o/s1600-h/blusa+rosa+(13).bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272994713698208466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SS1wwSx-itI/AAAAAAAACGs/MCmyYPz3I2o/s320/blusa+rosa+(13).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Datos de la autora:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Eileen Odeth Ovalle©&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Escritora guatemalteca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Profesión mercadeo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Correo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:eileenovalle@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;eileenovalle@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Este blog tiene: 1000 poemas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Cuando llegues al último poema, encontrarás que dice "entradas antiguas" y al darle click te llevará a la continuación de esta página que sólo muestra los primeros 500 poemas. Gracias por estar aquí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi blog anterior:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mi siguiente blog:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://www.eternidadamorysentimientosV.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-8932238092575260282?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8932238092575260282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8932238092575260282&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8932238092575260282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8932238092575260282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2008/11/datos-de-la-autora-eileen-odeth-ovalle.html' title='Bienvenido a mis noches de luna...'/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SS1wwSx-itI/AAAAAAAACGs/MCmyYPz3I2o/s72-c/blusa+rosa+(13).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2785151172634091813</id><published>2009-02-20T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:15:03.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SgNgsX7Mt_I/AAAAAAAAG2I/TfH6LRcNH5o/s1600-h/27e8b6fb31c788799268f99f3428099a_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333212699189622770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SgNgsX7Mt_I/AAAAAAAAG2I/TfH6LRcNH5o/s320/27e8b6fb31c788799268f99f3428099a_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SÍGUEME…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te invito a mi siguiente blog&lt;br /&gt;y espero que lo disfrutes tanto como éste…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eternidadamorysentimientosv.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;www.eternidadamorysentimientosv.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Me encanta que estés aquí….Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2785151172634091813?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2785151172634091813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2785151172634091813&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2785151172634091813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2785151172634091813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sigueme-te-invito-mi-nuevo-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SgNgsX7Mt_I/AAAAAAAAG2I/TfH6LRcNH5o/s72-c/27e8b6fb31c788799268f99f3428099a_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6536500725412892754</id><published>2009-02-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:11:46.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZ3BDg6UIcI/AAAAAAAAEWY/ue12a7dUkSQ/s1600-h/1070008.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304608202230604226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZ3BDg6UIcI/AAAAAAAAEWY/ue12a7dUkSQ/s400/1070008.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LLEGANDO A CASA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y este corazón mío,&lt;br /&gt;encontró el reposo de su alma...&lt;br /&gt;en tus aguas calmas que me dan aliento&lt;br /&gt;a llegar a puerto seguro en la tormenta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esta alma mía,&lt;br /&gt;ha podido compartir su espacio…&lt;br /&gt;en ese universo rodeado de poemas&lt;br /&gt;en la esencia sublime de un poeta…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha podido conciliar con sus ocasos&lt;br /&gt;la luz inmensa de tus ojos bellos…&lt;br /&gt;y ese hablar pausado de tus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;llegando a adornar todos mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre el mágico cantar de tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el íntimo rincón de lo que somos,&lt;br /&gt;he podido sentirme como en casa…&lt;br /&gt;al momento de encontrarme con tu alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6536500725412892754?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6536500725412892754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6536500725412892754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6536500725412892754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6536500725412892754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/llegando-casa-y-este-corazon-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZ3BDg6UIcI/AAAAAAAAEWY/ue12a7dUkSQ/s72-c/1070008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6137082038240387330</id><published>2009-02-19T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:10:44.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SaGjErnSLQI/AAAAAAAAEZE/49vUPzCJPUA/s1600-h/0000l.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305701136841452802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SaGjErnSLQI/AAAAAAAAEZE/49vUPzCJPUA/s400/0000l.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MEJORANDO AL MUNDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque he visto a la tierra llorar sangre del pueblo…&lt;br /&gt;porque he visto a la madre gritar ¡hijo te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;cuando ha sido arrancada su piel de cada hueso,&lt;br /&gt;al mirar a este mundo sin paz que le roba su hogar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque el mundo requiere una voz que ya no calle,&lt;br /&gt;de valientes que hagan levantar a los cobardes!&lt;br /&gt;y que clamen la fuerza de Dios, en la batalla…&lt;br /&gt;cuando puedan abrir sin temor… su corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tan sólo tú puedes decir… estoy presente!&lt;br /&gt;y te puedes poner hoy de pie llegando al frente…&lt;br /&gt;que le enseñas al niño a reír… que está llorando,&lt;br /&gt;este mundo sin duda será… mucho mejor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te atreves a ir más allá… de tu camino,&lt;br /&gt;si decides forjar de verdad… algún destino…&lt;br /&gt;ya no puedes seguir sin mirar al indefenso&lt;br /&gt;que te pide un poco de amor, aún sin hablar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no mires tan sólo la faz… de tu terreno…&lt;br /&gt;ya no pidas tan sólo por ti…en este mundo,&lt;br /&gt;al mendigo lo puedes amar, dando cariño…&lt;br /&gt;del que puede cambiarle su vida y volver a empezar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque debes llevar esa luz… al que no mira…&lt;br /&gt;porque sabes que tienes a Dios… que no te falla,&lt;br /&gt;si tan sólo te atreves a dar… un paso firme&lt;br /&gt;te aseguro que Dios estará delante de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6137082038240387330?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6137082038240387330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6137082038240387330&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6137082038240387330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6137082038240387330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/mejorando-al-mundo-porque-he-visto-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SaGjErnSLQI/AAAAAAAAEZE/49vUPzCJPUA/s72-c/0000l.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2779498288068618052</id><published>2009-02-18T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:02:32.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyFSCaWkQI/AAAAAAAAEV4/10MF4ZoZ38E/s1600-h/foto+(210).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304261006067142914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 440px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 353px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyFSCaWkQI/AAAAAAAAEV4/10MF4ZoZ38E/s400/foto+(210).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DESDE SIEMPRE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recuerdo que te espero desde niña&lt;br /&gt;cuando a solas me sentaba en el portal,&lt;br /&gt;y soñaba que la luna era de plata&lt;br /&gt;y las horas no querían terminar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me recuerdo cuantas noches le pedía&lt;br /&gt;a esa estrella… que llegaras junto a mi,&lt;br /&gt;y también podía soñar que me querías&lt;br /&gt;tanto…tanto… como yo te quiero a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2779498288068618052?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2779498288068618052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2779498288068618052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2779498288068618052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2779498288068618052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/desde-siempre-me-recuerdo-que-te-espero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyFSCaWkQI/AAAAAAAAEV4/10MF4ZoZ38E/s72-c/foto+(210).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8095100566024707033</id><published>2009-02-18T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T13:53:17.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyC0QBWS2I/AAAAAAAAEVw/LvIeo6U4PRQ/s1600-h/par[1].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304258295301032802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyC0QBWS2I/AAAAAAAAEVw/LvIeo6U4PRQ/s400/par%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMO GOTAS DE CRISTAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al filo de la noche… te acaricio&lt;br /&gt;cayendo como gotas de cristal,&lt;br /&gt;amante de la luna en plenilunio&lt;br /&gt;efecto de su brillo sobre el mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese lugarcito solo nuestro…&lt;br /&gt;donde a mi corazón tú haces latir,&lt;br /&gt;allí donde tú dices lo que quieres&lt;br /&gt;pues solamente yo te puedo oír…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio de miradas infinitas&lt;br /&gt;al paso de sonrisas sobre piel…&lt;br /&gt;donde tú eres mi cómplice de vida&lt;br /&gt;y el hombre que me puede retener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-8095100566024707033?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8095100566024707033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8095100566024707033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8095100566024707033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8095100566024707033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-gotas-de-cristal-y-al-filo-de-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyC0QBWS2I/AAAAAAAAEVw/LvIeo6U4PRQ/s72-c/par%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2592669219165188415</id><published>2009-02-18T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:44:01.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMI0QfATI/AAAAAAAAEWI/Jn3N6fMaIvs/s1600-h/000calendarios.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268544230228274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMI0QfATI/AAAAAAAAEWI/Jn3N6fMaIvs/s400/000calendarios.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ENTRE FECHAS Y SENTIDOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enredemos las palabras&lt;br /&gt;entre besos…&lt;br /&gt;tengo tanto que decir&lt;br /&gt;… quiero besar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pongámosle una moña&lt;br /&gt;a los recuerdos…&lt;br /&gt;que de aquí en adelante&lt;br /&gt;…nacerán…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He marcado el calendario&lt;br /&gt;con tu nombre…&lt;br /&gt;lo he colgado en la pared&lt;br /&gt;del corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la fecha yo anoté:&lt;br /&gt;…es para siempre…&lt;br /&gt;y he firmado en una esquina:&lt;br /&gt;“de tu amor”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2592669219165188415?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2592669219165188415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2592669219165188415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2592669219165188415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2592669219165188415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-fechas-y-sentidos-enredemos-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMI0QfATI/AAAAAAAAEWI/Jn3N6fMaIvs/s72-c/000calendarios.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6950300519753666793</id><published>2009-02-18T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T14:32:43.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMebMm-YI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/RZved_vaiHU/s1600-h/poesia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304268915460209026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMebMm-YI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/RZved_vaiHU/s400/poesia-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESCRIBIENDO A MARES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ganas de escribir llevo en el alma&lt;br /&gt;parece que una estrella despertó…&lt;br /&gt;aquí bajo los cielos de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;allí donde tú escondes tu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confieso que en verdad me gusta amarte&lt;br /&gt;entre ese coqueteo de tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;también en los silencios de la noche&lt;br /&gt;soñando hasta que empieza a amanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El roce de tu piel… tan calientito&lt;br /&gt;llegando a estremecer mi corazón…&lt;br /&gt;allí donde suspiran mis latidos&lt;br /&gt;aquí… donde me abraza tu pasión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6950300519753666793?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6950300519753666793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6950300519753666793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6950300519753666793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6950300519753666793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/escribiendo-mares-que-ganas-de-escribir.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZyMebMm-YI/AAAAAAAAEWQ/RZved_vaiHU/s72-c/poesia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5723434599547477</id><published>2009-02-18T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:44:26.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxI5A1T3FI/AAAAAAAAEVg/tLP5m-Xn_o8/s1600-h/copa+de+vino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304194605448944722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 424px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxI5A1T3FI/AAAAAAAAEVg/tLP5m-Xn_o8/s400/copa+de+vino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BRINDEMOS….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor ven a brindar… entre mis labios,&lt;br /&gt;que yo voy a embriagarte de sentidos!&lt;br /&gt;también voy a bajarte aquella estrella&lt;br /&gt;que brilla coqueteando con tu luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tengo la verdad… ganas de amarte&lt;br /&gt;de hacer volar tus alas… corazón…&lt;br /&gt;y allí en silencio voy a regalarte&lt;br /&gt;los sueños de mi vida y mi ilusión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5723434599547477?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5723434599547477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5723434599547477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5723434599547477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5723434599547477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/brindemos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxI5A1T3FI/AAAAAAAAEVg/tLP5m-Xn_o8/s72-c/copa+de+vino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1114870429211112863</id><published>2009-02-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:28:05.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxE2nwgs0I/AAAAAAAAEVY/uajMOKIEnkQ/s1600-h/blue+fl.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304190166311678786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 422px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxE2nwgs0I/AAAAAAAAEVY/uajMOKIEnkQ/s400/blue+fl.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Y SI HABLARA DE ÉL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo podría decirles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que me roba los sueños…&lt;br /&gt;que me envuelve desnuda,&lt;br /&gt;me da un beso en silencio&lt;br /&gt;y hasta me hace gritar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me atrapó los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;me provoca suspiros…&lt;br /&gt;y también simplemente&lt;br /&gt;me enseñó el verbo amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si yo hablara de él…&lt;br /&gt;que delirio tan bello,&lt;br /&gt;que pedazo de cielo&lt;br /&gt;y que eterna pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sus miradas calmadas&lt;br /&gt;cuando rozan mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;y su boca prendida&lt;br /&gt;a este beso de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si yo les contara&lt;br /&gt;lo que nunca se cuenta,&lt;br /&gt;los secretos preñados&lt;br /&gt;en las noches sin luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esa hoguera en silencio&lt;br /&gt;que nos quema los cuerpos,&lt;br /&gt;y ese mágico sueño&lt;br /&gt;de dormir junto a él!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1114870429211112863?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1114870429211112863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1114870429211112863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1114870429211112863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1114870429211112863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-si-hablara-de-el-yo-podria-decirles.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxE2nwgs0I/AAAAAAAAEVY/uajMOKIEnkQ/s72-c/blue+fl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2435704839136586203</id><published>2009-02-18T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:14:32.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxB2axOz1I/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uGZbdPAS7ug/s1600-h/foto+(76).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304186864290156370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 436px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxB2axOz1I/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uGZbdPAS7ug/s400/foto+(76).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ARREBATO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ni callar un sólo instante&lt;br /&gt;la voz del corazón… está gritando!&lt;br /&gt;insiste en pronunciar amor tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera el nombre de mi piel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos corazón… en mis pupilas&lt;br /&gt;tan fijas como eternas primaveras…&lt;br /&gt;brotando en el caudal de mis laderas&lt;br /&gt;y haciendo prosperar mi intimidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2435704839136586203?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2435704839136586203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2435704839136586203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2435704839136586203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2435704839136586203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/arrebato-no-quiero-ni-callar-un-solo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZxB2axOz1I/AAAAAAAAEVQ/uGZbdPAS7ug/s72-c/foto+(76).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6872460229600509810</id><published>2009-02-18T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T07:50:31.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZwuDt9SrcI/AAAAAAAAEVI/r77XuYmedH4/s1600-h/card53-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304165102546759106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZwuDt9SrcI/AAAAAAAAEVI/r77XuYmedH4/s400/card53-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMO UN NAÚFRAGO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has hecho naufragar entre tus mares&lt;br /&gt;la fuerza de tu amor… mi perdición…&lt;br /&gt;me llevas sin hablar en tu corriente&lt;br /&gt;me miras y se enciende la pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El eco de tu piel… choca en mis venas&lt;br /&gt;y aquella resonancia en mi interior…&lt;br /&gt;mis manos de mujer… entre tus sendas&lt;br /&gt;cediendo sin control todo este amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6872460229600509810?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6872460229600509810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6872460229600509810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6872460229600509810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6872460229600509810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-un-naufrago-me-has-hecho-naufragar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZwuDt9SrcI/AAAAAAAAEVI/r77XuYmedH4/s72-c/card53-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1830897586962690597</id><published>2009-02-17T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:54:05.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuUV67xkzI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Cus3sTch0n4/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303996090477024050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 426px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 415px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuUV67xkzI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Cus3sTch0n4/s400/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SÍNTESIS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche las cortinas del delirio&lt;br /&gt;…se han corrido…&lt;br /&gt;y mi prosa me llevó a la intimidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1830897586962690597?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1830897586962690597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1830897586962690597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1830897586962690597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1830897586962690597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sintesis-esta-noche-las-cortinas-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuUV67xkzI/AAAAAAAAEVA/Cus3sTch0n4/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2670651780919340172</id><published>2009-02-17T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:50:45.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuTcdsFcdI/AAAAAAAAEU4/BbXFNa48wr8/s1600-h/detalle[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303995103374045650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuTcdsFcdI/AAAAAAAAEU4/BbXFNa48wr8/s400/detalle%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;VOLCÁN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es verdad soy un volcán&lt;br /&gt;…brasas de fuego…&lt;br /&gt;ven y hagamos erupción&lt;br /&gt;sin decir más!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2670651780919340172?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2670651780919340172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2670651780919340172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2670651780919340172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2670651780919340172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/volcan-es-verdad-soy-un-volcan-brasas.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuTcdsFcdI/AAAAAAAAEU4/BbXFNa48wr8/s72-c/detalle%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2312735979232178769</id><published>2009-02-17T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:47:36.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuSwtC28AI/AAAAAAAAEUw/lr_aQC_b07I/s1600-h/1amor[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303994351581851650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuSwtC28AI/AAAAAAAAEUw/lr_aQC_b07I/s400/1amor%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;IMAGÍNATE MI AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imaginas… este amor desesperado&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo tus costados…&lt;br /&gt;y al silencio arrullado entre tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;mientras vas a fuego lento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al desnudo…como si la noche entera&lt;br /&gt;me empapara las caderas…&lt;br /&gt;mientras cruzas las fronteras de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;como un ladrón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imaginas… estos labios abrumados&lt;br /&gt;por los besos que nos damos…&lt;br /&gt;y al insólito galope de caricias adheridas&lt;br /&gt;a mi tibia intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el efecto clandestino de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y mi delirio…!&lt;br /&gt;que me arranca los gemidos&lt;br /&gt;sin podernos contener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te imaginas…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2312735979232178769?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2312735979232178769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2312735979232178769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2312735979232178769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2312735979232178769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/imaginate-mi-amor-te-imaginas-este-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuSwtC28AI/AAAAAAAAEUw/lr_aQC_b07I/s72-c/1amor%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-281483227597895526</id><published>2009-02-17T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:40:16.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuQ_Mp5BUI/AAAAAAAAEUo/N1cnrKKQwgw/s1600-h/abrazo-1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303992401561978178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuQ_Mp5BUI/AAAAAAAAEUo/N1cnrKKQwgw/s400/abrazo-1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOCO FRENESÍ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor… amor… amor…&lt;br /&gt;siente mi esencia…&lt;br /&gt;que parece derramarse sin sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que me lleva a los rincones&lt;br /&gt;más queridos…&lt;br /&gt;donde yo quiero beber tu intimidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor… que ganas tengo de tenerte&lt;br /&gt;entre el pulso de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;y mi pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre el tímido suspiro que te abraza&lt;br /&gt;junto al loco frenesí&lt;br /&gt;que hay en tu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-281483227597895526?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/281483227597895526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=281483227597895526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/281483227597895526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/281483227597895526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/loco-frenesi-ay-amor-amor-amor-siente.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuQ_Mp5BUI/AAAAAAAAEUo/N1cnrKKQwgw/s72-c/abrazo-1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7751690691730380560</id><published>2009-02-17T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:09:27.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtdi6C85YI/AAAAAAAAESI/z7oHVqHDIHw/s1600-h/VR_g1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303935840437462402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtdi6C85YI/AAAAAAAAESI/z7oHVqHDIHw/s400/VR_g1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NO QUIERO NI PENSAR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero imaginarme nuestra entrega&lt;br /&gt;al borde de pasiones arraigadas…&lt;br /&gt;sediento del caudal de mis montañas&lt;br /&gt;quemándome al contacto de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ni pensar… ese momento…&lt;br /&gt;al paso de tu boca por mi cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;haciéndome temblar con esa intensidad&lt;br /&gt;que llegue a consumirnos como el fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni quiero describir amor este sentir…&lt;br /&gt;que llegue a despertar cada sentido,&lt;br /&gt;ni menos confesar...la fuerza de este amor&lt;br /&gt;que nos haga gritar entre gemidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No quiero ni decir...que estoy temblando,&lt;br /&gt;de sólo saborearme entre tus labios…&lt;br /&gt;amor sin contener… la fuente de placer&lt;br /&gt;que llegue a desbordarse al desnudarnos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incluso querer más... sería prohibido…&lt;br /&gt;hasta quedar amor… adoloridos…&lt;br /&gt;de tanto cabalgar allí en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;amando sin control… tan sometidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni menos despertar...lejos de tu mirar&lt;br /&gt;y puedas reflejarte entre mis ojos…&lt;br /&gt;para poder tomar… toda esa intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;que nunca va a acabar de conquistarnos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7751690691730380560?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7751690691730380560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7751690691730380560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7751690691730380560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7751690691730380560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-quiero-ni-pensar-no-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtdi6C85YI/AAAAAAAAESI/z7oHVqHDIHw/s72-c/VR_g1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1504773535114231307</id><published>2009-02-17T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:10:10.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuAfy5XOEI/AAAAAAAAEUI/fmHB40CUeks/s1600-h/libro+flor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303974269885560898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 438px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuAfy5XOEI/AAAAAAAAEUI/fmHB40CUeks/s400/libro+flor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A TI POETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me sentara a leerte en silencio&lt;br /&gt;una noche de invierno…&lt;br /&gt;o si tan sólo leyera en tus manos&lt;br /&gt;las sendas de piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si desnuda vistiera de versos&lt;br /&gt;los sueños del cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;de seguro toda tu poesía&lt;br /&gt;me haría temblar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si en secreto contara tus besos&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en mi boca…&lt;br /&gt;o el suspiro quizás contenido&lt;br /&gt;pudiera escapar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguro tus prosas silentes&lt;br /&gt;serían la fuente…&lt;br /&gt;donde brote mi vida completa&lt;br /&gt;como un madrigal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1504773535114231307?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1504773535114231307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1504773535114231307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1504773535114231307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1504773535114231307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ti-poeta-si-me-sentara-leerte-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuAfy5XOEI/AAAAAAAAEUI/fmHB40CUeks/s72-c/libro+flor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1803200696955862294</id><published>2009-02-17T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T20:08:57.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuE4GWUn1I/AAAAAAAAEUY/zyYNtC-e100/s1600-h/0009051WRx8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303979085470670674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuE4GWUn1I/AAAAAAAAEUY/zyYNtC-e100/s400/0009051WRx8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SI TAN SÓLO INTENTARA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si intentara mi amor conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;con sólo mirarte…&lt;br /&gt;sin tocar esos labios de fuego&lt;br /&gt;que gritan por mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si pudiera rozar tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;al soplo de un beso…&lt;br /&gt;y caer en tu cuerpo dorado&lt;br /&gt;como un amanecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si intentara hablarte dormido&lt;br /&gt;robándote el sueño…&lt;br /&gt;y decirte en secreto mi vida&lt;br /&gt;que muero por ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguro que toda tu alma&lt;br /&gt;quedaría desnuda…&lt;br /&gt;como a solas desnudo mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;si no estás aquí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1803200696955862294?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1803200696955862294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1803200696955862294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1803200696955862294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1803200696955862294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-tan-solo-intentara-si-intentara-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuE4GWUn1I/AAAAAAAAEUY/zyYNtC-e100/s72-c/0009051WRx8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5098796230735982522</id><published>2009-02-17T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:46:02.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuEW9-OzCI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/nrKecScZ-XU/s1600-h/venus[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303978516286458914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuEW9-OzCI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/nrKecScZ-XU/s400/venus%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ESTA NOCHE DE LUNA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido mi amor a contarte&lt;br /&gt;esta noche de luna…&lt;br /&gt;que el silencio susurra tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;en la soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que las horas pequeñas bandidas&lt;br /&gt;se pasan despacio…&lt;br /&gt;porque a solas les gusta mirarte&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a dejarte mi vida&lt;br /&gt;un beso apurado…&lt;br /&gt;en tus labios que parecen míos&lt;br /&gt;en la intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando cantas precioso jilguero&lt;br /&gt;entre mis recuerdos…&lt;br /&gt;y me arrullas queriendo sin prisa&lt;br /&gt;hacerme soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5098796230735982522?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5098796230735982522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5098796230735982522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5098796230735982522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5098796230735982522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/esta-noche-de-luna-he-venido-mi-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuEW9-OzCI/AAAAAAAAEUQ/nrKecScZ-XU/s72-c/venus%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5646292757078180663</id><published>2009-02-17T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:45:56.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt2OHlOc9I/AAAAAAAAETw/NTJewZiN368/s1600-h/kiso.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962971084321746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 343px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt2OHlOc9I/AAAAAAAAETw/NTJewZiN368/s400/kiso.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIN PRISA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebiendo despacio&lt;br /&gt;la sed de tu vida…&lt;br /&gt;por tus labios tibios&lt;br /&gt;yo voy a acampar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5646292757078180663?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5646292757078180663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5646292757078180663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5646292757078180663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5646292757078180663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sin-prisa-bebiendo-despacio-la-sed-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt2OHlOc9I/AAAAAAAAETw/NTJewZiN368/s72-c/kiso.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-16978688109206868</id><published>2009-02-17T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:59:36.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtraspx2pI/AAAAAAAAESw/VViFDf-vy0U/s1600-h/548242y2etp494oc.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303951092566055570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtraspx2pI/AAAAAAAAESw/VViFDf-vy0U/s400/548242y2etp494oc.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CONJUGANDO LA VIDA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llena mis silencios con esos suspiros&lt;br /&gt;que gritan al viento que quieres amar,&lt;br /&gt;llena un pedacito mi amor de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;que sin decir nada te voy a abrazar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calma entre mis aguas la sed de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;como las gaviotas que cruzan el mar…&lt;br /&gt;nutre con mis noches amor esos sueños&lt;br /&gt;que estaré contigo en tu despertar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-16978688109206868?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/16978688109206868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=16978688109206868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/16978688109206868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/16978688109206868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/conjugando-la-vida-llena-mis-silencios.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtraspx2pI/AAAAAAAAESw/VViFDf-vy0U/s72-c/548242y2etp494oc.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3832749608480449428</id><published>2009-02-17T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:30:20.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyo8U-HWI/AAAAAAAAETg/Q8cJIBZyV5A/s1600-h/AguAandFuego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959033873309026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyo8U-HWI/AAAAAAAAETg/Q8cJIBZyV5A/s400/AguAandFuego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LLEGANDO DESPACIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre amaneceres bañados de lirios&lt;br /&gt;sobre los sentidos de nuestro querer,&lt;br /&gt;va escapando un beso que sabe a cerezos&lt;br /&gt;sobre los rincones que esconde la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre dos miradas amor empapadas&lt;br /&gt;de tibia ternura y un poco de luz…&lt;br /&gt;va cantando a solas el pulso del alma&lt;br /&gt;como esa mañana de tu plenitud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3832749608480449428?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3832749608480449428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3832749608480449428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3832749608480449428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3832749608480449428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/llegando-despacio-entre-amaneceres.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyo8U-HWI/AAAAAAAAETg/Q8cJIBZyV5A/s72-c/AguAandFuego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1172754606095596763</id><published>2009-02-17T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:27:27.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyABYBvmI/AAAAAAAAETQ/nY_x-0C5i4M/s1600-h/foto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303958330853670498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyABYBvmI/AAAAAAAAETQ/nY_x-0C5i4M/s400/foto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTANGIBLE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos sin tocar&lt;br /&gt;…me están tocando…&lt;br /&gt;tus labios sin besar&lt;br /&gt;…me están besando…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tu voz&lt;br /&gt;me llega a despertar,&lt;br /&gt;sonando en los dinteles&lt;br /&gt;de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evito tu mirar…&lt;br /&gt;también tu respirar,&lt;br /&gt;que llega a disipar&lt;br /&gt;hasta mi aliento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez quiero escapar&lt;br /&gt;de todo ese mirar…&lt;br /&gt;que llega a recorrer&lt;br /&gt;todo mi cuerpo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-1172754606095596763?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1172754606095596763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1172754606095596763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1172754606095596763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1172754606095596763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/intangible-tus-manos-sin-tocar-me-estan.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtyABYBvmI/AAAAAAAAETQ/nY_x-0C5i4M/s72-c/foto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6185553447643341271</id><published>2009-02-17T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:51:58.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuFt78NhOI/AAAAAAAAEUg/DwWLvtxwQds/s1600-h/dosnz1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303980010389734626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuFt78NhOI/AAAAAAAAEUg/DwWLvtxwQds/s400/dosnz1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;QUE DELIRIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucharte desnuda en la noche&lt;br /&gt;sería un delirio…&lt;br /&gt;murmurando quedito a mi oído&lt;br /&gt;palabras de amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descontando los versos del alma&lt;br /&gt;entre madrugadas…&lt;br /&gt;y despertando preñada de vida&lt;br /&gt;mi amor junto a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6185553447643341271?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6185553447643341271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6185553447643341271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6185553447643341271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6185553447643341271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/que-delirio-escucharte-desnuda-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZuFt78NhOI/AAAAAAAAEUg/DwWLvtxwQds/s72-c/dosnz1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8087114791596524767</id><published>2009-02-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:12:04.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt8ZE3pBcI/AAAAAAAAEUA/-1gA2pyJg34/s1600-h/2537453.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303969756404581826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt8ZE3pBcI/AAAAAAAAEUA/-1gA2pyJg34/s400/2537453.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SÍ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fuego de la piel quema los poros&lt;br /&gt;y el paso del calor hace temblar…&lt;br /&gt;sedienta de tus labios atrevidos&lt;br /&gt;que lleguen a besar sin descansar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-8087114791596524767?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8087114791596524767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8087114791596524767&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8087114791596524767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8087114791596524767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-el-fuego-de-la-piel-quema-los-poros.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt8ZE3pBcI/AAAAAAAAEUA/-1gA2pyJg34/s72-c/2537453.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6965676148170723966</id><published>2009-02-17T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:35:42.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtzS-pqHZI/AAAAAAAAETo/MdevHbgqCE0/s1600-h/erotismo-220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303959756051455378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 372px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtzS-pqHZI/AAAAAAAAETo/MdevHbgqCE0/s400/erotismo-220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENTRE TERNURA Y PASIÓN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El paso del amor entre pasiones&lt;br /&gt;el eco de un suspiro ante gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;los sueños de tu piel queriendo florecer&lt;br /&gt;en todos mis capullos escondidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ternura sin igual… como locura…&lt;br /&gt;caricias sin medir las consecuencias,&lt;br /&gt;poemas que al pasar pretenden descrifrar&lt;br /&gt;la historia de un amor…en nuestras vidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-6965676148170723966?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6965676148170723966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6965676148170723966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6965676148170723966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6965676148170723966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-ternura-y-pasion-el-paso-del-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtzS-pqHZI/AAAAAAAAETo/MdevHbgqCE0/s72-c/erotismo-220.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-4041897467797135905</id><published>2009-02-17T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:43:33.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtnsUXpHSI/AAAAAAAAESg/wmQEoaCxFw8/s1600-h/fly_away_butterfly-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303946997238668578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtnsUXpHSI/AAAAAAAAESg/wmQEoaCxFw8/s400/fly_away_butterfly-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SI ACASO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el reloj se detiene y mi alma suspira…&lt;br /&gt;si entre toda tu vida yo parezco brillar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si las alas se extienden como una mariposa,&lt;br /&gt;si tus manos me tocan y pareces temblar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor fugitivo va buscando su nido,&lt;br /&gt;y ha quedado cautivo… sin poder escapar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En tu pecho de fuego que se funde mi cielo&lt;br /&gt;en aquellos anhelos…que he podido soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-4041897467797135905?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/4041897467797135905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=4041897467797135905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4041897467797135905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4041897467797135905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-acaso-si-el-reloj-se-detiene-y-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtnsUXpHSI/AAAAAAAAESg/wmQEoaCxFw8/s72-c/fly_away_butterfly-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7845002788337634932</id><published>2009-02-17T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:51:39.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtpcVnY3aI/AAAAAAAAESo/cDe0syRy1dU/s1600-h/1pernicefi9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303948921718496674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtpcVnY3aI/AAAAAAAAESo/cDe0syRy1dU/s400/1pernicefi9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;POSESIÓN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan sólo tu existir, turba mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;parece que me grita entre silencios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor quiere arrancar un sueño al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;pretende conquistar todo mi imperio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intenta dominar toda mi intensidad…&lt;br /&gt;que llega a sucumbir ante su dueño…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7845002788337634932?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7845002788337634932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7845002788337634932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7845002788337634932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7845002788337634932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/posesion-tan-solo-tu-existir-turba-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtpcVnY3aI/AAAAAAAAESo/cDe0syRy1dU/s72-c/1pernicefi9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2336597467794847826</id><published>2009-02-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:26:35.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtxD_3m46I/AAAAAAAAETI/rePyM0Udd6o/s1600-h/reflejos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303957299657106338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtxD_3m46I/AAAAAAAAETI/rePyM0Udd6o/s320/reflejos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LLEGANDO AL NIDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí despacio… tan calladito…&lt;br /&gt;casi queriendo dibujar este sentir&lt;br /&gt;siento el delirio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tus sentidos… amado mío…&lt;br /&gt;como si a solas el arrullo del amor&lt;br /&gt;llegara al nido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2336597467794847826?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2336597467794847826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2336597467794847826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2336597467794847826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2336597467794847826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/llegando-al-nido-alli-despacio-tan.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZtxD_3m46I/AAAAAAAAETI/rePyM0Udd6o/s72-c/reflejos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3556876981744361223</id><published>2009-02-17T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:49:10.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt7xivjOnI/AAAAAAAAET4/E7e86dBMl3w/s1600-h/otro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303969077228943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt7xivjOnI/AAAAAAAAET4/E7e86dBMl3w/s400/otro1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMO EL VIENTO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoy llegué a tocar&lt;br /&gt;tu sentimiento…&lt;br /&gt;así como mi amor te toca el viento,&lt;br /&gt;apenas con la punta de los dedos&lt;br /&gt;tratando de robar tu inmensidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3556876981744361223?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3556876981744361223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3556876981744361223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3556876981744361223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3556876981744361223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-el-viento-porque-hoy-llegue-tocar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZt7xivjOnI/AAAAAAAAET4/E7e86dBMl3w/s72-c/otro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7661469761891711200</id><published>2009-02-17T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:22:33.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs4NgaKwzI/AAAAAAAAESA/TLkLjxT0rwg/s1600-h/foto2+(26).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303894790848037682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs4NgaKwzI/AAAAAAAAESA/TLkLjxT0rwg/s400/foto2+(26).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ATRÉVETE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué no te atreves a desvelarme&lt;br /&gt;una de estas noches…&lt;br /&gt;a arrancarme del alma la vida&lt;br /&gt;gimiendo en tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A posar en tu pecho desnudo&lt;br /&gt;como una amapola…&lt;br /&gt;que enraíce profundo y pulsando&lt;br /&gt;en tu corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué no te atreves amor de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;a ser mi caricia…&lt;br /&gt;aquella que duela en el cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;de tanto pasar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El beso que llegue en silencio&lt;br /&gt;mordiendo los labios…&lt;br /&gt;y el grito que escapa del alma&lt;br /&gt;al hacerme el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7661469761891711200?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7661469761891711200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7661469761891711200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7661469761891711200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7661469761891711200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/atrevete-por-que-no-te-atreves.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs4NgaKwzI/AAAAAAAAESA/TLkLjxT0rwg/s72-c/foto2+(26).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1988124825647190605</id><published>2009-02-17T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T14:10:29.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs1p28YpnI/AAAAAAAAERw/wGSbkLhkUKw/s1600-h/2lc7600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303891979398588018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs1p28YpnI/AAAAAAAAERw/wGSbkLhkUKw/s400/2lc7600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMO CIUDAD HABITADA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría ser habitada por la ciudad de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;y enredaras en estos balcones tus flores de ensueño,&lt;br /&gt;que en mis calles fluyera el amor…&lt;br /&gt;y en mis huertos brotara una flor…&lt;br /&gt;que en mis campos crecieran los pastos de tu corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera que todos mis montes fueran conquistados&lt;br /&gt;y en la cima tu bandera blanca bandeara en mi luz…&lt;br /&gt;que en mis plazas gritara tu voz…&lt;br /&gt;y en mi cuerpo… gimiera tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;que en mis brazos todos tus sentidos tuvieran pasión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1988124825647190605?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1988124825647190605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1988124825647190605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1988124825647190605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1988124825647190605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-ciudad-habitada-me-gustaria-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZs1p28YpnI/AAAAAAAAERw/wGSbkLhkUKw/s72-c/2lc7600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5860007906154109810</id><published>2009-02-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:42:37.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsvB1aeSKI/AAAAAAAAERo/IXnHTSOF27w/s1600-h/pic1+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303884694723381410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 421px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsvB1aeSKI/AAAAAAAAERo/IXnHTSOF27w/s400/pic1+(13).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;POR VEZ PRIMERA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por primera vez yo encuentro tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;…allí entre los míos…&lt;br /&gt;el viento nos mira celoso del aire&lt;br /&gt;que juega en tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna coqueta le cuenta a una estrella&lt;br /&gt;…que llevas un sueño…&lt;br /&gt;que quiere vertirse amor en mis besos&lt;br /&gt;como amanecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las calles suspiran al vernos callados&lt;br /&gt;…cruzar las esquinas…&lt;br /&gt;la noche murmura que en mis ojos negros&lt;br /&gt;tú quieres brillar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ese silencio secreto del alma…&lt;br /&gt;…retiene el suspiro…&lt;br /&gt;el mismo que un día allí en tu guarida&lt;br /&gt;podrá respirar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5860007906154109810?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5860007906154109810/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5860007906154109810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5860007906154109810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5860007906154109810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/por-vez-primera-por-primera-vez-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsvB1aeSKI/AAAAAAAAERo/IXnHTSOF27w/s72-c/pic1+(13).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1004607978460596469</id><published>2009-02-17T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:31:31.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZssnZrIQzI/AAAAAAAAERg/rPvAcDzaFTQ/s1600-h/4loving2020den20kreation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303882041577194290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZssnZrIQzI/AAAAAAAAERg/rPvAcDzaFTQ/s400/4loving2020den20kreation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ENTRE AQUELLAS HORAS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquellas tardes bañadas de vida&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo a tus labios…&lt;br /&gt;aquellas horas contando minutos&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en tu cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aquel perfume de rosas y noche&lt;br /&gt;oliendo en tu cuello…&lt;br /&gt;y todos los sueños, pintados de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;brillando en tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquellas miradas que roban el alma&lt;br /&gt;y tiemblan desnudas…&lt;br /&gt;tu boca callada… mi boca preñada&lt;br /&gt;de besos de luna…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento en silencio enredando tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;allí entre mis dedos…&lt;br /&gt;y tantos suspiros… amor contenidos&lt;br /&gt;ansiosos de ti!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1004607978460596469?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1004607978460596469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1004607978460596469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1004607978460596469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1004607978460596469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-aquellas-horas-aquellas-tardes.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZssnZrIQzI/AAAAAAAAERg/rPvAcDzaFTQ/s72-c/4loving2020den20kreation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7374850378409158273</id><published>2009-02-17T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:23:19.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsquKecE6I/AAAAAAAAERY/90RBl13_yXg/s1600-h/d5b7f93523fb1a4817e0b38204328f83_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303879958733263778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsquKecE6I/AAAAAAAAERY/90RBl13_yXg/s400/d5b7f93523fb1a4817e0b38204328f83_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YO QUISIERA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera recoger como perlas del mar&lt;br /&gt;la esencia de tus labios….&lt;br /&gt;y poderte besar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar en un suspiro amor a tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;y robarme de tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;tu loca inmensidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que consumas mi cuerpo de mujer&lt;br /&gt;bebiendo como el vino…&lt;br /&gt;el fuego de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volar entre los cielos de todos tus anhelos&lt;br /&gt;y a solas en silencio&lt;br /&gt;poderte estremecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7374850378409158273?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7374850378409158273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7374850378409158273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7374850378409158273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7374850378409158273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/yo-quisiera-quisiera-recoger-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsquKecE6I/AAAAAAAAERY/90RBl13_yXg/s72-c/d5b7f93523fb1a4817e0b38204328f83_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6809092720242374766</id><published>2009-02-17T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:13:36.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsob7ZaTII/AAAAAAAAERI/_EY1hriOADs/s1600-h/3a1313d6eefd10129ad90f7efffd37a1_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303877446424743042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsob7ZaTII/AAAAAAAAERI/_EY1hriOADs/s400/3a1313d6eefd10129ad90f7efffd37a1_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENTRE MI PECHO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta acunarte con el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;arrullarte con las tonadas de mi pecho…&lt;br /&gt;repasarte en el silencio de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;y besarte corazón… entre mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta acunarte entre mis brazos&lt;br /&gt;como tímida caricia entre los poros&lt;br /&gt;allí donde tu amor… lleno de besos&lt;br /&gt;allí donde los dos quedamos solos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-6809092720242374766?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6809092720242374766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6809092720242374766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6809092720242374766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6809092720242374766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-mi-pecho-me-gusta-acunarte-con-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsob7ZaTII/AAAAAAAAERI/_EY1hriOADs/s72-c/3a1313d6eefd10129ad90f7efffd37a1_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3467467023149184182</id><published>2009-02-17T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:05:22.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsmcn3cnvI/AAAAAAAAERA/Cyp7y_Ay7ZE/s1600-h/444f52e89b4002103ff26d5cfb86edb8_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303875259338628850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsmcn3cnvI/AAAAAAAAERA/Cyp7y_Ay7ZE/s400/444f52e89b4002103ff26d5cfb86edb8_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMANECERES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas despertó el alba y me abrazó despacio&lt;br /&gt;pasando como ráfagas de viento…&lt;br /&gt;me hizo estremecer… perdí el aliento&lt;br /&gt;y pude contemplarte en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas desperté… y quise besarte&lt;br /&gt;allí entre el suspirar de la mañana,&lt;br /&gt;y quise florecer como el celaje…&lt;br /&gt;brotando en la ternura de tu alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3467467023149184182?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3467467023149184182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3467467023149184182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3467467023149184182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3467467023149184182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/amaneceres-apenas-desperto-el-alba-y-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZsmcn3cnvI/AAAAAAAAERA/Cyp7y_Ay7ZE/s72-c/444f52e89b4002103ff26d5cfb86edb8_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6159108343317907252</id><published>2009-02-17T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:40:59.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZroGqhhA5I/AAAAAAAAEQw/1PcbU_7ly80/s1600-h/0bc06884db9c7fb5422e1b09b1acf027_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303806712373904274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZroGqhhA5I/AAAAAAAAEQw/1PcbU_7ly80/s400/0bc06884db9c7fb5422e1b09b1acf027_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SI TÚ ME AMARAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te abrazaré. ..&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera una mañana&lt;br /&gt;y brotaré sobre tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;encendiendo tu calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me abrigaré…&lt;br /&gt;en tu pecho tan hermoso&lt;br /&gt;para que veas mis ojos…&lt;br /&gt;que te hablen del amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfilaré…&lt;br /&gt;los costados de tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;desnudando cada sueño…&lt;br /&gt;encendida de pasión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palpitaré…&lt;br /&gt;como al pulso de la noche&lt;br /&gt;donde a solas tú te escondes…&lt;br /&gt;en mi eterno corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6159108343317907252?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6159108343317907252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6159108343317907252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6159108343317907252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6159108343317907252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-tu-me-amaras-te-abrazare.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZroGqhhA5I/AAAAAAAAEQw/1PcbU_7ly80/s72-c/0bc06884db9c7fb5422e1b09b1acf027_web.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7342967249701149568</id><published>2009-02-17T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:45:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZrpeE79QmI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Pl3_RAJQMJs/s1600-h/foto+(130).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808214112748130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZrpeE79QmI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Pl3_RAJQMJs/s400/foto+(130).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CANSANCIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no hay nada que decir&lt;br /&gt;…voy a rendirme…&lt;br /&gt;estoy cansada de esperar&lt;br /&gt;que estés aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De quererte acariciar…&lt;br /&gt;de soñar con tu mirar,&lt;br /&gt;y de buscarte en cada trozo&lt;br /&gt;de mi piel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-7342967249701149568?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7342967249701149568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7342967249701149568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7342967249701149568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7342967249701149568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/cansancio-ya-no-hay-nada-que-decir-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZrpeE79QmI/AAAAAAAAEQ4/Pl3_RAJQMJs/s72-c/foto+(130).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6172030716786027235</id><published>2009-02-15T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:52:36.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjiajMdqnI/AAAAAAAAEQo/coNK6aSdCSQ/s1600-h/y1pNd8Bhew_FXXoOWcvVmBCDH73ixanFvicUdTKDFL2LFaAHxEDYc91DVdGBi9VLEnhN-F5Dsq46Z8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303237506980751986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 441px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjiajMdqnI/AAAAAAAAEQo/coNK6aSdCSQ/s400/y1pNd8Bhew_FXXoOWcvVmBCDH73ixanFvicUdTKDFL2LFaAHxEDYc91DVdGBi9VLEnhN-F5Dsq46Z8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DESDE ESTE LUGAR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquí… yo puedo escuchar a la noche&lt;br /&gt;regando de estrellas los mantos nocturnos,&lt;br /&gt;también puedo ver la distancia…&lt;br /&gt;que lleva tu nombre pintado en sus alas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde estos rincones oscuros y fríos&lt;br /&gt;he visto caer la nostalgia vestida de hielo,&lt;br /&gt;y también a los pájaros negros…&lt;br /&gt;volando despacio y surcando los cielos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto a la luna plateada&lt;br /&gt;bañarse en silencio con estrellas blancas…&lt;br /&gt;y al mar disfrazarse de sueños&lt;br /&gt;y de aquellos anhelos teñidos del alba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto guirnaldas desnudas vestirse de noche&lt;br /&gt;y al sol que se esconde…&lt;br /&gt;y al eco silente y distante allí con el viento&lt;br /&gt;gritando tu nombre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquí yo puedo escuchar tu murmullo&lt;br /&gt;escondido en mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;y puedo tejer con mis versos aquellos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;rompiendo la calma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6172030716786027235?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6172030716786027235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6172030716786027235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6172030716786027235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6172030716786027235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/desde-este-lugar-desde-aqui-yo-puedo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjiajMdqnI/AAAAAAAAEQo/coNK6aSdCSQ/s72-c/y1pNd8Bhew_FXXoOWcvVmBCDH73ixanFvicUdTKDFL2LFaAHxEDYc91DVdGBi9VLEnhN-F5Dsq46Z8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1011623604642198855</id><published>2009-02-15T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:12:24.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjZQyE8lVI/AAAAAAAAEQg/TdG4gn1Bc6U/s1600-h/ventana+desnuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303227443572413778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjZQyE8lVI/AAAAAAAAEQg/TdG4gn1Bc6U/s400/ventana+desnuda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIENTE LA VIDA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escucha que el canto de la vida te susurra&lt;br /&gt;te habla en los rincones más lejanos…&lt;br /&gt;de todos los sentidos del amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No llores, que el llanto callará a los manantiales&lt;br /&gt;que pasan retozando en tus umbrales…&lt;br /&gt;queriéndote enredar en su caudal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y siente el loco palpitar de las mañanas&lt;br /&gt;que llegan a brillar a tu ventana,&lt;br /&gt;hablándole a tu vida junto al sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1011623604642198855?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1011623604642198855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1011623604642198855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1011623604642198855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1011623604642198855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/siente-la-vida-escucha-que-el-canto-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjZQyE8lVI/AAAAAAAAEQg/TdG4gn1Bc6U/s72-c/ventana+desnuda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7945291408263538512</id><published>2009-02-15T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:57:50.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjV8vn6RbI/AAAAAAAAEQY/ydn1m1-R4Lw/s1600-h/passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303223800781489586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjV8vn6RbI/AAAAAAAAEQY/ydn1m1-R4Lw/s400/passion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A VIVO DESEO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imposible mi amor no desearte&lt;br /&gt;si pareces un sueño prohibido…&lt;br /&gt;ese cuerpo desnudo y ardiente&lt;br /&gt;que me llega a encender los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imposible mi bien no tenerte&lt;br /&gt;si con sólo mirarte me enciendo…&lt;br /&gt;esa espada bajando a tu vientre&lt;br /&gt;me provoca y me llama en silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus hombros dos montes erguidos&lt;br /&gt;me conducen a todo el delirio…&lt;br /&gt;donde llego a beber con mi boca&lt;br /&gt;esa fuente que nunca se agota…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi pasión es tu cuerpo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;ay sendero de magia y de fuego…&lt;br /&gt;yo te miro mi amor y me pierdo&lt;br /&gt;en total y completo deseo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7945291408263538512?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7945291408263538512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7945291408263538512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7945291408263538512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7945291408263538512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/vivo-deseo-imposible-mi-amor-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjV8vn6RbI/AAAAAAAAEQY/ydn1m1-R4Lw/s72-c/passion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-4579524399464456172</id><published>2009-02-15T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:48:32.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjHD02dh_I/AAAAAAAAEPo/zLNGJ_zRcww/s1600-h/Suspiros[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303207429769365490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjHD02dh_I/AAAAAAAAEPo/zLNGJ_zRcww/s400/Suspiros%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NACIENDO ENTRE MADRIGALES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He brotado de un vientre de madrigales&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez de la esencia de una rosa…&lt;br /&gt;al caudal de infinitos manantiales&lt;br /&gt;derramados entre un verso y una prosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nacido convertida en poesía&lt;br /&gt;como al pulso de sentidos y gemidos…&lt;br /&gt;porque escribo del amor y de la vida&lt;br /&gt;y del canto de tus cálidos latidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-4579524399464456172?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/4579524399464456172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=4579524399464456172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4579524399464456172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4579524399464456172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/naciendo-entre-madrigales-he-brotado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjHD02dh_I/AAAAAAAAEPo/zLNGJ_zRcww/s72-c/Suspiros%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7585601690934211837</id><published>2009-02-15T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:53:09.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjU8XKqrvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/fI7dIZkOVbE/s1600-h/cd703f024_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303222694704754418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjU8XKqrvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/fI7dIZkOVbE/s400/cd703f024_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COQUETEO DE VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué puedo decir ante una margarita&lt;br /&gt;más blanca que el alma en un cielo azul…&lt;br /&gt;o de aquellas guirnaldas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;que se suben las faldas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ante un rayo de luz…&lt;br /&gt;Si simplemente la vida,&lt;br /&gt;está coqueteando con la vida misma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7585601690934211837?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7585601690934211837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7585601690934211837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7585601690934211837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7585601690934211837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/coqueteo-de-vida-que-puedo-decir-ante.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjU8XKqrvI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/fI7dIZkOVbE/s72-c/cd703f024_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1012461991930507193</id><published>2009-02-15T18:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:47:06.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjTVkdR2tI/AAAAAAAAEQI/mJoFyncBY0A/s1600-h/erotismo5it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303220928745954002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjTVkdR2tI/AAAAAAAAEQI/mJoFyncBY0A/s400/erotismo5it.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LLEGANDO A TEMBLAR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ver ahora tu cuerpo de vida&lt;br /&gt;y con mis caricias llegar a temblar,&lt;br /&gt;despertar los sueños que aún están dormidos&lt;br /&gt;y con tus latidos… llegar a cantar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y abrigar tus ansias con mi piel desnuda&lt;br /&gt;con esa ternura que te pide más…&lt;br /&gt;con el paso ardiente de mis labios tibios&lt;br /&gt;en esos espacios de tu intimidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1012461991930507193?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1012461991930507193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1012461991930507193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1012461991930507193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1012461991930507193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/llegando-temblar-quiero-ver-ahora-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjTVkdR2tI/AAAAAAAAEQI/mJoFyncBY0A/s72-c/erotismo5it.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7814538683169877741</id><published>2009-02-15T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:44:09.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjSumn0UFI/AAAAAAAAEQA/zD2JQQkwL6c/s1600-h/twilightdream2db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303220259312128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 430px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjSumn0UFI/AAAAAAAAEQA/zD2JQQkwL6c/s400/twilightdream2db.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TE CONOCÍ COMPLETO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y conocí tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;brillantes y encendidos como el alba&lt;br /&gt;refugio de la fuerza de los mares…&lt;br /&gt;del eco clandestino que me llama…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocí tu boca...&lt;br /&gt;sedienta de los besos más intensos…&lt;br /&gt;delirio de mis labios como el fuego&lt;br /&gt;y capullo del secreto más eterno…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Conocí tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;preludio de caricias indomables&lt;br /&gt;al pulso de pasiones insaciables,&lt;br /&gt;robándome un gemido al despertar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y conocí tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;al borde de preciosas ensenadas&lt;br /&gt;brotando corazón en tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;que nunca me dejaron escapar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7814538683169877741?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7814538683169877741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7814538683169877741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7814538683169877741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7814538683169877741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-conoci-completo-y-conoci-tus-ojos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjSumn0UFI/AAAAAAAAEQA/zD2JQQkwL6c/s72-c/twilightdream2db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-828738073755508306</id><published>2009-02-15T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:32:57.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjPxQ8EGuI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Xgvuyot4h4I/s1600-h/kil.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303217006496193250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjPxQ8EGuI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Xgvuyot4h4I/s400/kil.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LA VOZ DEL SILENCIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque al silencio… le gusta hablar de ti&lt;br /&gt;después de todo no es tan callado…&lt;br /&gt;porque llega a murmurar como los vientos&lt;br /&gt;y hasta me habla entre la sombras más audaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al silencio… caballero de la noche&lt;br /&gt;le fascina cabalgar en los recuerdos…&lt;br /&gt;es astuto pues no dice ni tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;pero todos saben bien que eres mi dueño…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conocí al fatal silencio en mis desvelos&lt;br /&gt;esas noches cuando a solas te esperaba…&lt;br /&gt;y en su gracia y aparente desencanto&lt;br /&gt;me decía que era tiempo que olvidara…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad… sería mejor seguir callada&lt;br /&gt;e ignorar esos suspiros atrevidos…&lt;br /&gt;esos mismos que se llenan de tu olvido&lt;br /&gt;pero salen desde el fondo de mi alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-828738073755508306?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/828738073755508306/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=828738073755508306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/828738073755508306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/828738073755508306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-voz-del-silencio-porque-al-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjPxQ8EGuI/AAAAAAAAEP4/Xgvuyot4h4I/s72-c/kil.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7120280953139058458</id><published>2009-02-15T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:34:07.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjJ9HIqz3I/AAAAAAAAEPw/6nvguLfa31k/s1600-h/Entretusmanos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303210612953370482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjJ9HIqz3I/AAAAAAAAEPw/6nvguLfa31k/s400/Entretusmanos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RETENIENDO UN GEMIDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy te quiero tomar en silencio&lt;br /&gt;que no escape ni un sólo gemido…&lt;br /&gt;que contengas amor en tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;esa fuerza de tu torbellino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ver tu sentidos callados&lt;br /&gt;ante el eco silente de un beso…&lt;br /&gt;que retengas amor de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;el suspiro que gime en deseo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que aprisiones el grito de fuego&lt;br /&gt;que te quema mi amor por adentro,&lt;br /&gt;que tan sólo te broten deseos…&lt;br /&gt;que alboroten tu cuerpo en silencio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ahogar con mi boca tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y fluir con pasión y ternura,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que te parezca tortura&lt;br /&gt;no poder liberar tu locura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7120280953139058458?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7120280953139058458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7120280953139058458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7120280953139058458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7120280953139058458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/reteniendo-un-gemido-hoy-te-quiero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjJ9HIqz3I/AAAAAAAAEPw/6nvguLfa31k/s72-c/Entretusmanos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7777957084546024661</id><published>2009-02-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:44:21.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjDDR4N-EI/AAAAAAAAEPg/tIPS8Q_-mcw/s1600-h/6a00d8341c025253ef00e54f29e44c8833-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303203022334982210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 442px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjDDR4N-EI/AAAAAAAAEPg/tIPS8Q_-mcw/s400/6a00d8341c025253ef00e54f29e44c8833-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LA MUERTE DE UN PASADO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ciudades desiertas y frías&lt;br /&gt;donde ha muerto un pasado guerrero,&lt;br /&gt;me defiendo de aquella agonía&lt;br /&gt;que tenía mi alma en el fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después de esa lucha invencible&lt;br /&gt;contra aquellos recuerdos tan tristes,&lt;br /&gt;me mantengo de pie ante el valiente&lt;br /&gt;que ha luchado con uñas y dientes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo vencí en la batalla&lt;br /&gt;y estoy viva después de tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;y aunque duela saber que te amaba&lt;br /&gt;enterré en mi pasado tu alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7777957084546024661?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7777957084546024661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7777957084546024661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7777957084546024661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7777957084546024661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-muerte-de-un-pasado-en-ciudades.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZjDDR4N-EI/AAAAAAAAEPg/tIPS8Q_-mcw/s72-c/6a00d8341c025253ef00e54f29e44c8833-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-754096487743937939</id><published>2009-02-15T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T17:55:50.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZi8Swc2-oI/AAAAAAAAEPY/dpRpGzn1OBM/s1600-h/_casalemverde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303195591658371714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZi8Swc2-oI/AAAAAAAAEPY/dpRpGzn1OBM/s400/_casalemverde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LABERINTO DE SENTIDOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al sonar de tus caricias…&lt;br /&gt;laberintos de sentidos y fragancias,&lt;br /&gt;que parecen invitarme al infinito&lt;br /&gt;de tu cuerpo tan desnudo y exquisito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poema de palabras en tu boca&lt;br /&gt;que conducen al murmullo mas deseado,&lt;br /&gt;que provocan en tus labios como nardos&lt;br /&gt;ese beso tan fatal y apasionado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los umbrales hacia el centro de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;tan robusto, tan eterno y tan perfecto…&lt;br /&gt;van abriendo un camino de senderos&lt;br /&gt;que me lleva a tus rincones indiscretos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus miradas de caricias tan calladas&lt;br /&gt;de reflejos como estrellas encendidas…&lt;br /&gt;van buscando entre mis ojos los silencios&lt;br /&gt;que confiesen sin palabras que te quiero…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ese mundo donde habitan tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;los que tiemblan al juntarse con los míos…&lt;br /&gt;es sin duda un paraíso de emociones&lt;br /&gt;donde a solas yo me bebo tu pasión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-754096487743937939?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/754096487743937939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=754096487743937939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/754096487743937939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/754096487743937939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/laberinto-de-sentidos-y-al-sonar-de-tus.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZi8Swc2-oI/AAAAAAAAEPY/dpRpGzn1OBM/s72-c/_casalemverde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5635903698600079354</id><published>2009-02-14T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:21:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZemLbY1DpI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Xm0LEQUp4JU/s1600-h/y1p5eukndgnjjln21qxpbjnnc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302889801512717970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZemLbY1DpI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Xm0LEQUp4JU/s400/y1p5eukndgnjjln21qxpbjnnc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A VECES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que te escribo&lt;br /&gt;sangrando por los poros,&lt;br /&gt;como una rosa herida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio de la noche&lt;br /&gt;callada en la penumbra&lt;br /&gt;y a velas encendidas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces que te llamo&lt;br /&gt;rompiendo mi silencio&lt;br /&gt;y hasta escribo tu nombre…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez logre olvidarte&lt;br /&gt;mi amor al recordarte…&lt;br /&gt;cansada de insistir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5635903698600079354?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5635903698600079354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5635903698600079354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5635903698600079354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5635903698600079354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/veces-hay-veces-que-te-escribo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZemLbY1DpI/AAAAAAAAEPQ/Xm0LEQUp4JU/s72-c/y1p5eukndgnjjln21qxpbjnnc2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1634376341180562347</id><published>2009-02-14T21:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:17:49.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZek_p3Yg_I/AAAAAAAAEPI/tPEJvbPaWfk/s1600-h/5651930-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302888499728909298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZek_p3Yg_I/AAAAAAAAEPI/tPEJvbPaWfk/s400/5651930-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TE AMO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te amo en la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;te amo aquí en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;…te amo todo el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando miras mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;y cuando con tus besos&lt;br /&gt;te posas por mi cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También cuando me hablas&lt;br /&gt;incluso con el alma&lt;br /&gt;…no puedo amarte más…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1634376341180562347?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1634376341180562347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1634376341180562347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1634376341180562347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1634376341180562347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-amo-te-amo-en-la-distancia-te-amo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZek_p3Yg_I/AAAAAAAAEPI/tPEJvbPaWfk/s72-c/5651930-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2538915698353636842</id><published>2009-02-14T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:04:41.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeiGyGBljI/AAAAAAAAEOw/rpNN5tKYmTY/s1600-h/y1pmUxyLpC8EVp0HiTVPpSfcypQ1cZVPARz_V9zVmXk3vrXpOiyJPntXxyXClR3RrovBIGtnTdzLFc.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302885323662005810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeiGyGBljI/AAAAAAAAEOw/rpNN5tKYmTY/s400/y1pmUxyLpC8EVp0HiTVPpSfcypQ1cZVPARz_V9zVmXk3vrXpOiyJPntXxyXClR3RrovBIGtnTdzLFc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LO QUE HAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay mundos invisibles&lt;br /&gt;estrellas sin destino…&lt;br /&gt;y amores sin olvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay lágrimas de sueños&lt;br /&gt;flotando en la corriente&lt;br /&gt;llamada soledad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay versos que no acaban&lt;br /&gt;escritos sobre el alma&lt;br /&gt;al pulso de un latido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hay noches como ésta&lt;br /&gt;tan largas y tan frías&lt;br /&gt;queriéndote abrazar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2538915698353636842?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2538915698353636842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2538915698353636842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2538915698353636842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2538915698353636842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/lo-que-hay-hay-mundos-invisibles.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeiGyGBljI/AAAAAAAAEOw/rpNN5tKYmTY/s72-c/y1pmUxyLpC8EVp0HiTVPpSfcypQ1cZVPARz_V9zVmXk3vrXpOiyJPntXxyXClR3RrovBIGtnTdzLFc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-9209334606741109218</id><published>2009-02-14T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:41:10.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeczIgOjQI/AAAAAAAAEOg/cgRzRW-2gcI/s1600-h/mirando+por+la+ventana+luna+noche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302879488521964802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeczIgOjQI/AAAAAAAAEOg/cgRzRW-2gcI/s400/mirando%2Bpor%2Bla%2Bventana%2Bluna%2Bnoche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ALLÍ DONDE NO ESTÁS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el balcón abierto&lt;br /&gt;a noches estrelladas,&lt;br /&gt;lloré por tu recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el espacio muerto&lt;br /&gt;de nombre sin respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;cansada de llamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí donde las horas&lt;br /&gt;parecen dos fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;hablando con el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allí dije tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;en medio de la noche...&lt;br /&gt;sabiendo que no estás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-9209334606741109218?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/9209334606741109218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=9209334606741109218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9209334606741109218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9209334606741109218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/alli-donde-no-estas-en-el-balcon.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeczIgOjQI/AAAAAAAAEOg/cgRzRW-2gcI/s72-c/mirando%2Bpor%2Bla%2Bventana%2Bluna%2Bnoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-4686849868647587276</id><published>2009-02-14T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:31:15.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeZvaP27XI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/WAKkxOfNQVM/s1600-h/mujer+angel+n.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302876126030785906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 437px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeZvaP27XI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/WAKkxOfNQVM/s400/mujer+angel+n.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ESCRITO CON EL ALMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la mano blanca de las nubes sin nombre&lt;br /&gt;anoté tus memorias,&lt;br /&gt;y en los cielos azules teñidos del alma…&lt;br /&gt;escribí sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre aquellas ciudades de sueños&lt;br /&gt;donde vivirías…&lt;br /&gt;y también del momento tan triste&lt;br /&gt;cuando te perdí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-4686849868647587276?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/4686849868647587276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=4686849868647587276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4686849868647587276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4686849868647587276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/escrito-con-el-alma-bajo-la-mano-blanca.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeZvaP27XI/AAAAAAAAEOQ/WAKkxOfNQVM/s72-c/mujer+angel+n.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7198012812027903486</id><published>2009-02-14T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:37:03.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeWaMYpYwI/AAAAAAAAEOA/Ne1WDw7KTKM/s1600-h/9e8fe4b60c3bab2f60e00884fc1bd287_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302872462997414658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeWaMYpYwI/AAAAAAAAEOA/Ne1WDw7KTKM/s400/9e8fe4b60c3bab2f60e00884fc1bd287_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AMIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si te sientes solo o te encuentras triste…&lt;br /&gt;yo te invito amigo, a reposar conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;cuenta con mis manos y con lo que tengo&lt;br /&gt;porque sin dudarlo…yo estaré contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si estás angustiado o tal vez llorando…&lt;br /&gt;o si simplemente te sientes cansado…&lt;br /&gt;con una mirada te daré mi calma…&lt;br /&gt;pasa por mi casa y duérmete en mi alma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7198012812027903486?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7198012812027903486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7198012812027903486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7198012812027903486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7198012812027903486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/amigo-si-te-sientes-solo-o-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeWaMYpYwI/AAAAAAAAEOA/Ne1WDw7KTKM/s72-c/9e8fe4b60c3bab2f60e00884fc1bd287_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5152923938002407763</id><published>2009-02-14T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:17:23.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeXHtdbygI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JSu12yWdnP8/s1600-h/angel+alas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302873244969978370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 348px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeXHtdbygI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JSu12yWdnP8/s400/angel+alas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CONSECUENCIAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me contaron que al paso de un beso&lt;br /&gt;dijiste mi nombre…&lt;br /&gt;y me han dicho…te han visto llorando&lt;br /&gt;en la soledad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida mía… también yo te extraño&lt;br /&gt;que pena tan grande…&lt;br /&gt;que lo nuestro llorara en silencio&lt;br /&gt;por tu necedad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5152923938002407763?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5152923938002407763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5152923938002407763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5152923938002407763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5152923938002407763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/consecuencias-me-contaron-que-al-paso.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeXHtdbygI/AAAAAAAAEOI/JSu12yWdnP8/s72-c/angel+alas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3547081001264541161</id><published>2009-02-14T19:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:55:48.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeSA7LiivI/AAAAAAAAEN4/yuGWii4q7sE/s1600-h/mujer_sola%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302867630835796722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 420px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeSA7LiivI/AAAAAAAAEN4/yuGWii4q7sE/s400/mujer_sola%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A TU ESPERA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo puedo decir que eres mío&lt;br /&gt;si nunca te tuve…&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo te siento tan mío&lt;br /&gt;que lo puedo jurar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo puedo robarme tus besos&lt;br /&gt;de boca lejana…&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo te beso en silencio&lt;br /&gt;antes de soñar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He podido posar en los cielos&lt;br /&gt;de tu pecho eterno…&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo jamás te he tocado&lt;br /&gt;ni con mi mirar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sabes…te amo y te espero&lt;br /&gt;como un juramento…&lt;br /&gt;ese mismo que nunca he dudado&lt;br /&gt;habrá de llegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3547081001264541161?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3547081001264541161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3547081001264541161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3547081001264541161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3547081001264541161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-espera-como-puedo-decir-que-eres-mio.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeSA7LiivI/AAAAAAAAEN4/yuGWii4q7sE/s72-c/mujer_sola%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2903152716574705698</id><published>2009-02-14T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T20:33:51.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZebHVsylQI/AAAAAAAAEOY/ye3o1yZsi_4/s1600-h/woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302877636638446850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZebHVsylQI/AAAAAAAAEOY/ye3o1yZsi_4/s400/woman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AUSENCIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces tibio&lt;br /&gt;en noches de frío…&lt;br /&gt;tantas veces mío&lt;br /&gt;y ahora ya no estás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2903152716574705698?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2903152716574705698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2903152716574705698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2903152716574705698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2903152716574705698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ausencia-tantas-veces-tibio-en-noches.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZebHVsylQI/AAAAAAAAEOY/ye3o1yZsi_4/s72-c/woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1662527062344153829</id><published>2009-02-14T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:20:11.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeJtejZa1I/AAAAAAAAENg/Vi8-CPN8-1Q/s1600-h/besodos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302858500640697170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 479px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeJtejZa1I/AAAAAAAAENg/Vi8-CPN8-1Q/s400/besodos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;QUIÉN SE ATREVE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién pudiera retener la primavera&lt;br /&gt;de tus ojos del color de una amapola,&lt;br /&gt;o beberse el infinito de tus labios como ríos&lt;br /&gt;a la espera tan sublime de la aurora…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién pudiera convertirse en terciopelo&lt;br /&gt;en los pliegues tan perfectos de tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez plasmar un verso que recaiga en tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;como el beso de la noche entre tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién se atreve vida mía a darte un beso&lt;br /&gt;si en tus labios se dibujan mis anhelos…&lt;br /&gt;o enredarse con la hoguera de tu cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;si al hacerlo… arderían como el fuego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué valiente afrontaría tus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;tan profundas… tan eternas y adoradas…&lt;br /&gt;sin caer profundamente enamorada&lt;br /&gt;y escaparse fugitiva hasta tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién pudiera ser la rosa de tu boca&lt;br /&gt;y la espina envenenada de tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;Yo quisiera...! la verdad debo estar loca,&lt;br /&gt;pero vivo enajenada por tus besos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1662527062344153829?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1662527062344153829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1662527062344153829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1662527062344153829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1662527062344153829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/quien-se-atreve-quien-pudiera-retener.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeJtejZa1I/AAAAAAAAENg/Vi8-CPN8-1Q/s72-c/besodos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6279148344992817923</id><published>2009-02-14T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:30:47.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeLnyA7YdI/AAAAAAAAENw/PmoaBVOqfQI/s1600-h/kjnmll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302860601808871890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeLnyA7YdI/AAAAAAAAENw/PmoaBVOqfQI/s400/kjnmll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TE HE VISTO POR DENTRO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visto a la noche vestirse de negro&lt;br /&gt;llorando su duelo…&lt;br /&gt;también a la lluvia de lágrimas tristes&lt;br /&gt;caer junto al mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y he visto al amor… buscar tu calor…&lt;br /&gt;allí en los rincones más tibios&lt;br /&gt;latiendo tu nombre…en mi corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6279148344992817923?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6279148344992817923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6279148344992817923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6279148344992817923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6279148344992817923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-he-visto-por-dentro-he-visto-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeLnyA7YdI/AAAAAAAAENw/PmoaBVOqfQI/s72-c/kjnmll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7010866780723685059</id><published>2009-02-14T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T19:57:23.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeKe63LHRI/AAAAAAAAENo/8iNFJIU5GXY/s1600-h/mujer+ocaso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302859350053428498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 474px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeKe63LHRI/AAAAAAAAENo/8iNFJIU5GXY/s400/mujer+ocaso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TE ENCONTRARÉ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cómo encontrarte… después que la vida&lt;br /&gt;ha querido esconderte,&lt;br /&gt;no tengo ni idea… pedazo de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;a donde ir a buscarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero yo sentiré tu aroma de piel…&lt;br /&gt;danzando en el viento &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y marcando el camino&lt;br /&gt;hacia tu querer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-7010866780723685059?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7010866780723685059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7010866780723685059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7010866780723685059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7010866780723685059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/te-encontrare-y-como-encontrarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZeKe63LHRI/AAAAAAAAENo/8iNFJIU5GXY/s72-c/mujer+ocaso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2430828192904976681</id><published>2009-02-14T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:55:34.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZchkdND6aI/AAAAAAAAENQ/x8qmuE0TG3g/s1600-h/canto+de+amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302743996450466210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 411px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZchkdND6aI/AAAAAAAAENQ/x8qmuE0TG3g/s400/canto+de+amor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EN TU NIDO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llevo un beso de un jilguero&lt;br /&gt;entre los labios…&lt;br /&gt;y las alas de una alondra&lt;br /&gt;por mi piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera vida mía&lt;br /&gt;de mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;recostarme por tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;y me dejes anidar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2430828192904976681?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2430828192904976681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2430828192904976681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2430828192904976681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2430828192904976681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-tu-nido-llevo-un-beso-de-un-jilguero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZchkdND6aI/AAAAAAAAENQ/x8qmuE0TG3g/s72-c/canto+de+amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5669901387414382607</id><published>2009-02-14T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:28:15.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcbMqHoGqI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KseOyG1UiGk/s1600-h/Give_Women_Flowers_on_This_Day_by_PB_HASS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302736990530706082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcbMqHoGqI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KseOyG1UiGk/s400/Give_Women_Flowers_on_This_Day_by_PB_HASS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo ganas de ti…&lt;br /&gt;como lluvia de abril,&lt;br /&gt;por la sed de mis campos&lt;br /&gt;mis senos, mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;y toda mi piel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5669901387414382607?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5669901387414382607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5669901387414382607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5669901387414382607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5669901387414382607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/si-tengo-ganas-de-ti-como-lluvia-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcbMqHoGqI/AAAAAAAAEM4/KseOyG1UiGk/s72-c/Give_Women_Flowers_on_This_Day_by_PB_HASS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8707911127517585697</id><published>2009-02-14T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:06:52.041-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcWDEbrCFI/AAAAAAAAEMw/MOZfOO3UgaI/s1600-h/4e344dcbce27946ba6a20fb5892ba492_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302731328237275218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcWDEbrCFI/AAAAAAAAEMw/MOZfOO3UgaI/s400/4e344dcbce27946ba6a20fb5892ba492_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EN VOZ BAJA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que tú no estás...&lt;br /&gt;he sentido el olor de tu cuerpo desnudo&lt;br /&gt;brotando en mis poros gritando por ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he podido llorar… ni al silencio callar,&lt;br /&gt;el que en cada suspiro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;me habla de olvido&lt;br /&gt;bajando la voz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-8707911127517585697?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8707911127517585697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8707911127517585697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8707911127517585697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8707911127517585697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-voz-baja-desde-que-tu-no-estas.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcWDEbrCFI/AAAAAAAAEMw/MOZfOO3UgaI/s72-c/4e344dcbce27946ba6a20fb5892ba492_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1575118203175153515</id><published>2009-02-14T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:59:48.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcUkoydzpI/AAAAAAAAEMg/fwiRxRlmD2U/s1600-h/333%20fusion%202%20xxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302729705908981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcUkoydzpI/AAAAAAAAEMg/fwiRxRlmD2U/s400/333%2520fusion%25202%2520xxxx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SENTIMIENTOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad me seduces mi amor&lt;br /&gt;…con sólo verte…&lt;br /&gt;se me enreda la piel por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;…la sangre hierve…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo no puedo negar que por ti&lt;br /&gt;…pierdo el sentido…&lt;br /&gt;y me gusta mirarte mi amor&lt;br /&gt;…así desnudo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La locura sin duda mi bien&lt;br /&gt;…lleva tu nombre…&lt;br /&gt;tus caricias son pare de mí&lt;br /&gt;…cuando me envuelven…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El delirio parece gritar&lt;br /&gt;…vamos a amarnos…&lt;br /&gt;y tu cuerpo que me hace temblar&lt;br /&gt;…al abrazarnos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy loca confieso mi amor&lt;br /&gt;…te quiero tanto…&lt;br /&gt;que mi vida está llena de ti&lt;br /&gt;…cuanto te amo…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1575118203175153515?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1575118203175153515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1575118203175153515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1575118203175153515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1575118203175153515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sentimientos-la-verdad-me-seduces-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcUkoydzpI/AAAAAAAAEMg/fwiRxRlmD2U/s72-c/333%2520fusion%25202%2520xxxx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2444423056054526407</id><published>2009-02-14T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:03:43.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcVLM0C8hI/AAAAAAAAEMo/ff1w4lxI35M/s1600-h/7d15a8e7b2759f7ffc51ca30e06fceb5_web.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302730368414315026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 463px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcVLM0C8hI/AAAAAAAAEMo/ff1w4lxI35M/s400/7d15a8e7b2759f7ffc51ca30e06fceb5_web.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMO DUELE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No he podido ni llorar&lt;br /&gt;toda tu ausencia…&lt;br /&gt;no he logrado hacer callar&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y las horas como tú…&lt;br /&gt;están silentes…&lt;br /&gt;conjugando mi tristeza&lt;br /&gt;y mi dolor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2444423056054526407?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2444423056054526407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2444423056054526407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2444423056054526407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2444423056054526407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-duele-no-he-podido-ni-llorar-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcVLM0C8hI/AAAAAAAAEMo/ff1w4lxI35M/s72-c/7d15a8e7b2759f7ffc51ca30e06fceb5_web.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8994429289202945309</id><published>2009-02-14T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T13:41:27.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcPdQeCh3I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/7BZj_3QARh0/s1600-h/cantro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302724081563633522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 425px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcPdQeCh3I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/7BZj_3QARh0/s400/cantro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;UN CANTO DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a cantar, hasta que el corazón&lt;br /&gt;se derrame completo&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en su cuerpo como una canción&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a plasmar, pentagramas de piel&lt;br /&gt;donde todas mis notas&lt;br /&gt;desnuden las horas de amor junto a él&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y he venido a pintar con mis labios de miel&lt;br /&gt;un sin fin de caricias&lt;br /&gt;que posen furtivas en su amanecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-8994429289202945309?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8994429289202945309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8994429289202945309&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8994429289202945309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8994429289202945309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/un-canto-de-amor-he-venido-cantar-hasta.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcPdQeCh3I/AAAAAAAAEMQ/7BZj_3QARh0/s72-c/cantro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5561800993265619645</id><published>2009-02-14T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:35:55.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcAsiE83uI/AAAAAAAAEMI/1jqM8M3h_gc/s1600-h/1nude73cy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302707851313864418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 432px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcAsiE83uI/AAAAAAAAEMI/1jqM8M3h_gc/s400/1nude73cy4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HECHA DE SUEÑOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién te ha dicho mi amor…&lt;br /&gt;que estoy hecha de piel,&lt;br /&gt;si en verdad soy un mundo&lt;br /&gt;preñado de sueños, de rosa y clavel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5561800993265619645?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5561800993265619645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5561800993265619645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5561800993265619645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5561800993265619645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/hecha-de-suenos-quien-te-ha-dicho-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcAsiE83uI/AAAAAAAAEMI/1jqM8M3h_gc/s72-c/1nude73cy4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1138542381112227442</id><published>2009-02-14T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:32:02.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb_3XUiphI/AAAAAAAAEMA/NjM3Bp4XtfI/s1600-h/foto.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302706937893398034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 460px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb_3XUiphI/AAAAAAAAEMA/NjM3Bp4XtfI/s400/foto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SABOR A NOSTALGIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido mi amor a contarte de mi…&lt;br /&gt;de esas noches tan largas con sabor a ausencia&lt;br /&gt;y carentes de ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a decir que en mis noches de abril&lt;br /&gt;han llorado los cielos por todos los sueños&lt;br /&gt;que ayer yo perdí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y también a escuchar en el viento cantar…&lt;br /&gt;un poema que lleva aquella nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;desde que no estás…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1138542381112227442?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1138542381112227442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1138542381112227442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1138542381112227442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1138542381112227442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sabor-nostalgia-he-venido-mi-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb_3XUiphI/AAAAAAAAEMA/NjM3Bp4XtfI/s72-c/foto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-188165850699420303</id><published>2009-02-14T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:52:18.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcSqq_VEuI/AAAAAAAAEMY/XxKmZrG_sII/s1600-h/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302727610555765474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcSqq_VEuI/AAAAAAAAEMY/XxKmZrG_sII/s400/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LA FUERZA DE TU AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor insolencia total, entre tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;indomable en mi piel con tu piel&lt;br /&gt;que huele a sueños….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor en tus manos pasión, bajando lento…&lt;br /&gt;al encuentro de cada rincón&lt;br /&gt;que haya en mi cuerpo….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este amor es así…que me incita a vivir&lt;br /&gt;es la espina que duele y la magia que envuelve&lt;br /&gt;cuando estás aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-188165850699420303?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/188165850699420303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=188165850699420303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/188165850699420303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/188165850699420303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/la-fuerza-de-tu-amor-el-amor-insolencia.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcSqq_VEuI/AAAAAAAAEMY/XxKmZrG_sII/s72-c/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2383782802617753859</id><published>2009-02-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:44:03.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb0XLWpm8I/AAAAAAAAELo/TUexMm7zQ34/s1600-h/frentealalunafh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302694290297297858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb0XLWpm8I/AAAAAAAAELo/TUexMm7zQ34/s400/frentealalunafh4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;RENUNCIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad que he decidido renunciar&lt;br /&gt;a tus miradas,&lt;br /&gt;y también he decidido claudicar&lt;br /&gt;de golpe mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así tenga que partirme el corazón&lt;br /&gt;voy a olvidarte,&lt;br /&gt;aunque llore por las noches sin tu amor&lt;br /&gt;sin consolarme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesario es que mi boca nunca más&lt;br /&gt;diga tu nombre,&lt;br /&gt;y es preciso que te borre de mi piel&lt;br /&gt;aunque la arranque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad que ya no es justo continuar&lt;br /&gt;a la deriva,&lt;br /&gt;necesito un lugar para acallar…&lt;br /&gt;tantas heridas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2383782802617753859?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2383782802617753859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2383782802617753859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2383782802617753859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2383782802617753859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/renuncia-la-verdad-que-he-decidido.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZb0XLWpm8I/AAAAAAAAELo/TUexMm7zQ34/s72-c/frentealalunafh4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-2532664710461449891</id><published>2009-02-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:35:37.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZccw12eX0I/AAAAAAAAENA/DKedgsgIb-I/s1600-h/flor+reloj.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302738711666908994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZccw12eX0I/AAAAAAAAENA/DKedgsgIb-I/s400/flor+reloj.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TAN SÓLO TIEMPO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;es lo que a veces me falta&lt;br /&gt;y otras tantas… me sobra…&lt;br /&gt;también lo que no te olvida&lt;br /&gt;y a veces se roba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;es lo que yo pretendo&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy contigo…&lt;br /&gt;y es lo que nunca pasa&lt;br /&gt;si no estamos juntos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;es lo que en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero regalarte…&lt;br /&gt;y lo que sin duda a solas&lt;br /&gt;no tiene sentido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;es el que tú te tomas&lt;br /&gt;para beber mis versos…&lt;br /&gt;y es el que yo dedico&lt;br /&gt;para pretenderte mío!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-2532664710461449891?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/2532664710461449891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=2532664710461449891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2532664710461449891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/2532664710461449891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/tan-solo-tiempo-tiempo-es-lo-que-veces.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZccw12eX0I/AAAAAAAAENA/DKedgsgIb-I/s72-c/flor+reloj.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-4638162168217728063</id><published>2009-02-13T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:25:08.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYrbzob39I/AAAAAAAAELI/xCYCw5fREcE/s1600-h/couple-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302473367991607250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYrbzob39I/AAAAAAAAELI/xCYCw5fREcE/s400/couple-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;PARECES UN SUEÑO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad que te siento tan tibio&lt;br /&gt;durmiendo en tu pecho…&lt;br /&gt;respirando como si la vida&lt;br /&gt;no fuera a acabar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al abrigo de tu piel eterna&lt;br /&gt;de sendas doradas…&lt;br /&gt;al desnudo como dos guirnaldas&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-4638162168217728063?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/4638162168217728063/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=4638162168217728063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4638162168217728063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/4638162168217728063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/pareces-un-sueno-la-verdad-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYrbzob39I/AAAAAAAAELI/xCYCw5fREcE/s72-c/couple-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6247750092556048499</id><published>2009-02-13T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:43:45.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYv0F5UFiI/AAAAAAAAELQ/2eKx9vm7dug/s1600-h/pergamino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302478183257609762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYv0F5UFiI/AAAAAAAAELQ/2eKx9vm7dug/s400/pergamino.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ENTRE LETRAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con las letras llenamos los mares&lt;br /&gt;con olas de sueños…&lt;br /&gt;y hasta a veces rompemos el alma&lt;br /&gt;llorando en papel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con las letras tejemos palabras&lt;br /&gt;con pulsos de vida…&lt;br /&gt;describimos minutos de fuego&lt;br /&gt;quemando la piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con la pluma el poeta dibuja&lt;br /&gt;pequeños suspiros…&lt;br /&gt;y se atreve a robarle a los cielos&lt;br /&gt;ese amanecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donde brillas pequeño sentido&lt;br /&gt;que llevas olvido…&lt;br /&gt;donde aflora una lágrima blanca&lt;br /&gt;como un tulipán&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con las letras podemos amarnos&lt;br /&gt;incluso lloramos…&lt;br /&gt;con las letras tallamos la vida&lt;br /&gt;sobre el corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renacemos y también morimos&lt;br /&gt;con versos heridos…&lt;br /&gt;y gritamos al viento poemas&lt;br /&gt;sólo por amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6247750092556048499?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6247750092556048499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6247750092556048499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6247750092556048499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6247750092556048499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-letras-con-las-letras-llenamos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYv0F5UFiI/AAAAAAAAELQ/2eKx9vm7dug/s72-c/pergamino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-519118232190303888</id><published>2009-02-13T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:13:38.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYouafwxoI/AAAAAAAAELA/Bsc0pKko3MI/s1600-h/kiki.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302470389126973058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYouafwxoI/AAAAAAAAELA/Bsc0pKko3MI/s400/kiki.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ESTA NOCHE MI AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a jugar con tu pelo&lt;br /&gt;como si fuera el viento,&lt;br /&gt;y a enredar con mis dedos tus rizos&lt;br /&gt;de plata y clavel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido mi amor en silencio&lt;br /&gt;a darte mis besos…&lt;br /&gt;y a esculpir con mis labios tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;besando tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche yo quiero tomarte&lt;br /&gt;amor como al vino…&lt;br /&gt;dando sorbos despacio y callada&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y embriagarme de tu piel morena&lt;br /&gt;perfecta y querida…&lt;br /&gt;y desnuda brindar con tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;y mi corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-519118232190303888?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/519118232190303888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=519118232190303888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/519118232190303888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/519118232190303888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/esta-noche-mi-amor-he-venido-jugar-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYouafwxoI/AAAAAAAAELA/Bsc0pKko3MI/s72-c/kiki.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6785628273551489029</id><published>2009-02-13T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:02:11.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZY0IGq4UlI/AAAAAAAAELg/h-BTj5q2sgM/s1600-h/MySpace_GothGirlFaceSm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302482925109400146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZY0IGq4UlI/AAAAAAAAELg/h-BTj5q2sgM/s400/MySpace_GothGirlFaceSm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DEFIÉNDETE DE UNA VEZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya deja de llorar….Oh corazón herido&lt;br /&gt;ya deja de abrazar todo su olvido…&lt;br /&gt;arranca de una vez la huella de su nombre&lt;br /&gt;y vuelve a acompasar esos latidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus lágrimas de amor… tus lágrimas de pena&lt;br /&gt;han sido una quimera rompiendo tu pasión…&lt;br /&gt;defiende con tu vida… y aún con tus heridas&lt;br /&gt;la llama que consume incluso tu razón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6785628273551489029?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6785628273551489029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6785628273551489029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6785628273551489029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6785628273551489029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/defiendete-de-una-vez-ya-deja-de-llorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZY0IGq4UlI/AAAAAAAAELg/h-BTj5q2sgM/s72-c/MySpace_GothGirlFaceSm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3132672556254146158</id><published>2009-02-13T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:54:26.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYkPUEfANI/AAAAAAAAEK4/lLiBCa9M26w/s1600-h/6952fd1b47b7d23911b96f1ff2f265b3_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302465456779493586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 447px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYkPUEfANI/AAAAAAAAEK4/lLiBCa9M26w/s400/6952fd1b47b7d23911b96f1ff2f265b3_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TU ESENCIA DE VIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ha hecho tarde mi amor y la luna&lt;br /&gt;ha empezado a llamarte…&lt;br /&gt;y hasta el viento reclama tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;para ir a cantar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tu boca se busca el rocío&lt;br /&gt;que baña los mares….&lt;br /&gt;y de tus ojos el velo nocturno&lt;br /&gt;de la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una estrella pregunta en la esquina&lt;br /&gt;si acaso te he visto…&lt;br /&gt;y un lucero le dice al oído&lt;br /&gt;que estás junto a mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y los vientos azotan mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;queriendo arrancarte…&lt;br /&gt;porque toda tu esencia suspira&lt;br /&gt;para amanecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3132672556254146158?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3132672556254146158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3132672556254146158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3132672556254146158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3132672556254146158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/tu-esencia-de-vida-se-ha-hecho-tarde-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYkPUEfANI/AAAAAAAAEK4/lLiBCa9M26w/s72-c/6952fd1b47b7d23911b96f1ff2f265b3_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-124318320630876048</id><published>2009-02-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T19:15:01.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhQTHDsAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/qjD8IC-VwrY/s1600-h/757b3cf6b9c3c796f734277480dfeb1d_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462175166836738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhQTHDsAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/qjD8IC-VwrY/s400/757b3cf6b9c3c796f734277480dfeb1d_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HACIA DÓNDE FUISTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a dónde te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;después del preludio preñado de vida…&lt;br /&gt;después de arrancarme el alma a pedazos&lt;br /&gt;con todo tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dónde te has ido&lt;br /&gt;amor de mi vida…después del ocaso...&lt;br /&gt;que ahora me encuentro tan triste y callada&lt;br /&gt;en mi soledad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-124318320630876048?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/124318320630876048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=124318320630876048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/124318320630876048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/124318320630876048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/hacia-donde-fuiste-y-donde-te-fuiste.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhQTHDsAI/AAAAAAAAEKo/qjD8IC-VwrY/s72-c/757b3cf6b9c3c796f734277480dfeb1d_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-594569006011300530</id><published>2009-02-13T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:43:20.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhfBlGnuI/AAAAAAAAEKw/O9sobNJdIaE/s1600-h/besos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302462428159057634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhfBlGnuI/AAAAAAAAEKw/O9sobNJdIaE/s400/besos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BESOS DE LUNA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dame un beso pintado de luna&lt;br /&gt;con labios de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;dame un sueño arrancado del alma&lt;br /&gt;para ir a volar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los cielos azules y eternos&lt;br /&gt;de tus ojos negros…&lt;br /&gt;y llegar despacito a tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;para ir a soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8189514819904885298-594569006011300530?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/594569006011300530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=594569006011300530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/594569006011300530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/594569006011300530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/besos-de-luna-dame-un-beso-pintado-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYhfBlGnuI/AAAAAAAAEKw/O9sobNJdIaE/s72-c/besos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-239595263739631562</id><published>2009-02-13T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:37:52.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYgT4X_HzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U3jcbf8xD7M/s1600-h/pasion20logo21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302461137197932338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYgT4X_HzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U3jcbf8xD7M/s400/pasion20logo21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CIEGA DE AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por amor yo no vi las espinas&lt;br /&gt;del jardín de tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;ni el veneno plasmado en tus labios&lt;br /&gt;con besos de miel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por la magia absoluta y tan ciega&lt;br /&gt;de mis sentimientos…&lt;br /&gt;he bebido del fruto prohibido&lt;br /&gt;de tu corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-239595263739631562?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/239595263739631562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=239595263739631562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/239595263739631562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/239595263739631562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/ciega-de-amor-por-amor-yo-no-vi-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYgT4X_HzI/AAAAAAAAEKg/U3jcbf8xD7M/s72-c/pasion20logo21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1477029426638307452</id><published>2009-02-13T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:30:20.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYedDmxL7I/AAAAAAAAEKY/-_dTe26ogG4/s1600-h/264781_TDCBPIQUXLDEOQQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302459095808290738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYedDmxL7I/AAAAAAAAEKY/-_dTe26ogG4/s400/264781_TDCBPIQUXLDEOQQ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;TANTAS VECES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he besado tantas… pero tantas veces…&lt;br /&gt;que mis labios se han quedado por tu boca&lt;br /&gt;como pétalos de rosas invadiendo tu jardín…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te he mirado corazón hasta el cansancio&lt;br /&gt;que aún a solas los silencios te dibujan...&lt;br /&gt;como si tu vida fuera un pedacito de cristal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tantas veces he vagado por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;como noches en invierno asechando tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;en los cálidos momentos cuando hacemos el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1477029426638307452?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1477029426638307452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1477029426638307452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1477029426638307452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1477029426638307452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/tantas-veces-te-he-besado-tantas-pero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYedDmxL7I/AAAAAAAAEKY/-_dTe26ogG4/s72-c/264781_TDCBPIQUXLDEOQQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5131861791272977296</id><published>2009-02-13T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:54:02.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYyFBWSrEI/AAAAAAAAELY/K1NWGZ39yK8/s1600-h/20051124190225-pluma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302480673118006338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYyFBWSrEI/AAAAAAAAELY/K1NWGZ39yK8/s400/20051124190225-pluma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LÁGRIMAS DE UN POETA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces el silencio divino se vuelve pergaminos&lt;br /&gt;…allí donde brotamos nosotros los poetas…&lt;br /&gt;y en medio del olvido bañado de delirio&lt;br /&gt;a veces… lloramos los poetas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos atrae la nostalgia… perfume de la noche&lt;br /&gt;y en medio de la bruma rompemos corazones…&lt;br /&gt;y a veces sin medida logramos darle vida&lt;br /&gt;al más tímido suspiro ausente de tu nombre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5131861791272977296?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5131861791272977296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5131861791272977296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5131861791272977296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5131861791272977296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/lagrimas-de-un-poeta-veces-el-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYyFBWSrEI/AAAAAAAAELY/K1NWGZ39yK8/s72-c/20051124190225-pluma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5169148060739652050</id><published>2009-02-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:44:15.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYYl4MMxNI/AAAAAAAAEKI/qdhwxVJj-Co/s1600-h/252981nkon0slvoc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452650293118162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYYl4MMxNI/AAAAAAAAEKI/qdhwxVJj-Co/s400/252981nkon0slvoc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LLEVANDO VIDA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te olvides de la vida ni un momento&lt;br /&gt;pues con ella te podrás enriquecer…&lt;br /&gt;deja un sueño en un ocaso,&lt;br /&gt;un suspiro en un abrazo…&lt;br /&gt;y lleva el alma floreciendo por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y del cielo ve bajándote una estrella&lt;br /&gt;y con ella ve brillando hacia el amor…&lt;br /&gt;lleva vida convertida en mil miradas&lt;br /&gt;tan eternas…tan calladas…&lt;br /&gt;y en tus manos una flor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5169148060739652050?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5169148060739652050/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5169148060739652050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5169148060739652050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5169148060739652050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/llevando-vida-no-te-olvides-de-la-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYYl4MMxNI/AAAAAAAAEKI/qdhwxVJj-Co/s72-c/252981nkon0slvoc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3637607562942054703</id><published>2009-02-13T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T17:05:38.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYWkEphh1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/Yr6JM-ZFkUs/s1600-h/66765f53696aae08f738e4b2d9930e2e_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302450420254345042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYWkEphh1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/Yr6JM-ZFkUs/s400/66765f53696aae08f738e4b2d9930e2e_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SOLAMENTE TÚ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo tú…&lt;br /&gt;me enseñaste con tu boca&lt;br /&gt;a beber la luna a gotas,&lt;br /&gt;sin dejar de respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sólo en tus brazos…&lt;br /&gt;llegué a ser como un ocaso,&lt;br /&gt;que cayendo por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;se besaba con el mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;puedo amor sentir el alma,&lt;br /&gt;como aquellas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;donde tú me hacías soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sólo tú…tan sólo tú…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3637607562942054703?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3637607562942054703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3637607562942054703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3637607562942054703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3637607562942054703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/solamente-tu-y-solo-tu-me-ensenaste-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZYWkEphh1I/AAAAAAAAEKA/Yr6JM-ZFkUs/s72-c/66765f53696aae08f738e4b2d9930e2e_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3074975356314260582</id><published>2009-02-13T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T11:41:58.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcd3vA58vI/AAAAAAAAENI/DrqGtyK0FKc/s1600-h/3b09a21f4a6fa13be39503756a53a0e9_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302739929602323186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 425px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 420px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcd3vA58vI/AAAAAAAAENI/DrqGtyK0FKc/s400/3b09a21f4a6fa13be39503756a53a0e9_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AQUÍ SOBRE EL MAR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vine a dejar junto al mar&lt;br /&gt;aquellos caracoles blancos&lt;br /&gt;que recogimos juntos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ese puñado de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;que junto a tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;nos bebimos solos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardé entre madrigales&lt;br /&gt;amor esos umbrales&lt;br /&gt;que gritan sin sentido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los puse en pergaminos&lt;br /&gt;de vida sin olvido…&lt;br /&gt;para que ya no lloren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin prisa y sin astucia&lt;br /&gt;tiré por la corriente&lt;br /&gt;el beso de mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y miré nuestro pasado…&lt;br /&gt;lejano y tan callado&lt;br /&gt;ahogarse junto el mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3074975356314260582?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3074975356314260582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3074975356314260582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3074975356314260582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3074975356314260582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/aqui-sobre-el-mar-vine-dejar-junto-al.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZcd3vA58vI/AAAAAAAAENI/DrqGtyK0FKc/s72-c/3b09a21f4a6fa13be39503756a53a0e9_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-5742988185063496043</id><published>2009-02-13T10:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:32:23.712-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW8k8QVgWI/AAAAAAAAEJw/JEgFbWCJWtc/s1600-h/foto3+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302351479134585186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW8k8QVgWI/AAAAAAAAEJw/JEgFbWCJWtc/s400/foto3+(9).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MI CASTIGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El castigo de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;…tu existencia…&lt;br /&gt;la carencia de tu piel&lt;br /&gt;y de tus besos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El arrullo de tu voz&lt;br /&gt;…amaneciendo…&lt;br /&gt;y las sombras que en verdad&lt;br /&gt;me hablan de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-5742988185063496043?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/5742988185063496043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=5742988185063496043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5742988185063496043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/5742988185063496043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-castigo-el-castigo-de-mi-vida-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW8k8QVgWI/AAAAAAAAEJw/JEgFbWCJWtc/s72-c/foto3+(9).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6893205045062674172</id><published>2009-02-13T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:26:54.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW666YtAII/AAAAAAAAEJo/rfyTIMRpU5c/s1600-h/foto+(187).bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302349657566675074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW666YtAII/AAAAAAAAEJo/rfyTIMRpU5c/s400/foto+(187).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;DE VEZ EN CUANDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces germinan las sombras&lt;br /&gt;en brotes de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;y el lobo confunde su aullido&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces lo cierto mi vida&lt;br /&gt;…también yo te extraño…&lt;br /&gt;y otras me duermo en silencio&lt;br /&gt;dispuesta a soñar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces los grillos se callan&lt;br /&gt;al paso del viento…&lt;br /&gt;y otras entonan la noche&lt;br /&gt;con ese cantar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces me escuchan llorando&lt;br /&gt;las horas y el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;y el cielo quisiera abrazarme&lt;br /&gt;y hacerme callar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6893205045062674172?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6893205045062674172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6893205045062674172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6893205045062674172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6893205045062674172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-vez-en-cuando-veces-germinan-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZW666YtAII/AAAAAAAAEJo/rfyTIMRpU5c/s72-c/foto+(187).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6144676071154018195</id><published>2009-02-13T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:36:04.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWnF_h9UdI/AAAAAAAAEJI/9SPUnKWDV-0/s1600-h/foto+(170)rosa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302327857693675986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWnF_h9UdI/AAAAAAAAEJI/9SPUnKWDV-0/s400/foto+(170)rosa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIN TACTO NI PIEL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni mis pensamientos… ni mis manos&lt;br /&gt;han podido retener tu pecho…&lt;br /&gt;ni mi boca… ni mi alma…&lt;br /&gt;han logrado desnudar tus besos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo…&lt;br /&gt;te he recorrido en silencio tantas veces&lt;br /&gt;y he viajado por las sendas de tus labios&lt;br /&gt;apenas escondida con el viento…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin embargo… has sido mío!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/8189514819904885298-6144676071154018195?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6144676071154018195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6144676071154018195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6144676071154018195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6144676071154018195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/sin-tacto-ni-piel-ni-mis-pensamientos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWnF_h9UdI/AAAAAAAAEJI/9SPUnKWDV-0/s72-c/foto+(170)rosa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1183568956235994000</id><published>2009-02-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:12:12.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWo9P_W5QI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/5m6AyxkLnsA/s1600-h/142376blackeriko6BLUE.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302329906516387074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 435px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWo9P_W5QI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/5m6AyxkLnsA/s400/142376blackeriko6BLUE.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A USTED AMADO MÍO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amado de mi alma …&lt;br /&gt;capullo de gardenias …&lt;br /&gt;que vive aquí en mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;sediento del amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A usted le hablo esta noche…&lt;br /&gt;amado de mi vida…&lt;br /&gt;a quien extraño tanto&lt;br /&gt;en cada suspirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocaso de mis lunas&lt;br /&gt;rincón de mis secretos…&lt;br /&gt;quien me arrancó la vida&lt;br /&gt;y me enseñó a llorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1183568956235994000?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1183568956235994000/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1183568956235994000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1183568956235994000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1183568956235994000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/usted-amado-mio-amado-de-mi-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWo9P_W5QI/AAAAAAAAEJQ/5m6AyxkLnsA/s72-c/142376blackeriko6BLUE.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-1756428990267645332</id><published>2009-02-13T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:52:34.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWk9alY0KI/AAAAAAAAEJA/17pcuslLMd4/s1600-h/ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302325511313739938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWk9alY0KI/AAAAAAAAEJA/17pcuslLMd4/s400/ojos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MIS OJOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estos ojos míos te quieren mirar&lt;br /&gt;recorrerte por completo mi amor&lt;br /&gt;… y no dormir…&lt;br /&gt;y quisieran grabar sus pupilas en ti&lt;br /&gt;al derramar mis cálidas miradas por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;porque estos ojos míos… cuánto te quieren!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-1756428990267645332?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/1756428990267645332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=1756428990267645332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1756428990267645332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/1756428990267645332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/mis-ojos-estos-ojos-mios-te-quieren.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWk9alY0KI/AAAAAAAAEJA/17pcuslLMd4/s72-c/ojos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6308885914417369555</id><published>2009-02-13T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:39:45.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWUI-QTTpI/AAAAAAAAEI4/VuutajutKFQ/s1600-h/669192_485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307018169863826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWUI-QTTpI/AAAAAAAAEI4/VuutajutKFQ/s400/669192_485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;SIENDO PASIÓN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay amor… acurruquémonos en este rincón&lt;br /&gt;aquí donde tu pecho late al compás de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;entre estas caricias que van adheridas a toda tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dejes mi cielo que el viento distraiga tus cabellos negros&lt;br /&gt;mi menos mi vida… que la noche robe tus ojos de luz…&lt;br /&gt;porque eres tan bello que grita mi pecho… amor yo te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vayamos despacio como dos luciérnagas que brillan de noche…&lt;br /&gt;dancemos desnudos entre las pasiones de este corazón,&lt;br /&gt;y bebamos mi cielo… con labios eternos, los besos de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagamos de cuenta que la luna llena… nos mira y se esconde&lt;br /&gt;y tímidamente nos mira de lejos… en este ritual…&lt;br /&gt;donde como virgen le cuenta a una estrella que somos pasión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6308885914417369555?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6308885914417369555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6308885914417369555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6308885914417369555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6308885914417369555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/siendo-pasion-ay-amor-acurruquemonos-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWUI-QTTpI/AAAAAAAAEI4/VuutajutKFQ/s72-c/669192_485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-9030794974966275658</id><published>2009-02-13T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:16:57.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWpuqg8npI/AAAAAAAAEJY/TII5XEi7OWc/s1600-h/2467988668_b9469b2cf6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302330755450183314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWpuqg8npI/AAAAAAAAEJY/TII5XEi7OWc/s400/2467988668_b9469b2cf6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AQUELLOS HERMOSOS PASEOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando niña jugaba en el campo&lt;br /&gt;pretendía volar como un pájaro…&lt;br /&gt;y corría sin prisa en la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;bajo el cielo azul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encantaba cruzar riachuelos,&lt;br /&gt;en la granja que tenía mi abuelo…&lt;br /&gt;y con mi bici trazaba el camino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;de mi juventud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh que hermosos aquellos paseos&lt;br /&gt;colmados de un cielo azul plenitud...&lt;br /&gt;con los pastos verdes como selvas tibias&lt;br /&gt;y con todos los sueños de mi corazón!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-9030794974966275658?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/9030794974966275658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=9030794974966275658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9030794974966275658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9030794974966275658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/aquellos-hermosos-paseos-cuando-nina.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZWpuqg8npI/AAAAAAAAEJY/TII5XEi7OWc/s72-c/2467988668_b9469b2cf6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-6982705858125248560</id><published>2009-02-13T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:32:45.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZXKvzP1PpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/vPrt1LZE7ig/s1600-h/fishWEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302367058857901714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZXKvzP1PpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/vPrt1LZE7ig/s400/fishWEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;MI SIGNO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si…yo nací en el mes de marzo,&lt;br /&gt;debo ser uno de esos pececitos&lt;br /&gt;que se aferran a la vida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;y destellan de color...&lt;br /&gt;porque me encanta vivir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-6982705858125248560?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/6982705858125248560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=6982705858125248560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6982705858125248560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/6982705858125248560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-signo-siyo-naci-en-el-mes-de-marzo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZXKvzP1PpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/vPrt1LZE7ig/s72-c/fishWEB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-7299748177815012991</id><published>2009-02-12T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:31:26.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTbS5fysaI/AAAAAAAAEIw/2ZNzpYfc47M/s1600-h/27041d3fad0025a2f97b830a211c93b0_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302103779040211362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTbS5fysaI/AAAAAAAAEIw/2ZNzpYfc47M/s400/27041d3fad0025a2f97b830a211c93b0_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ME VOY SIN PRISA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me voy de ti…&lt;br /&gt;como una alondra emigrando en el invierno&lt;br /&gt;como las hojas de un otoño mal herido&lt;br /&gt;y al pulso intenso de los vientos agitados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy callada como una madrugada&lt;br /&gt;luego de haberse consumido en la nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;después del beso emancipado de la noche&lt;br /&gt;y ante el ocaso que la invita a su destierro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me voy vestida de los cielos más azules&lt;br /&gt;a buscar ese destino que me espera…&lt;br /&gt;me voy sin prisa… como aquellas primaveras&lt;br /&gt;que aún florecen a la luz de la estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-7299748177815012991?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/7299748177815012991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=7299748177815012991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7299748177815012991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/7299748177815012991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/me-voy-sin-prisa-y-me-voy-de-ti-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTbS5fysaI/AAAAAAAAEIw/2ZNzpYfc47M/s72-c/27041d3fad0025a2f97b830a211c93b0_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-44745533687142887</id><published>2009-02-12T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:19:14.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTYWUHTC9I/AAAAAAAAEIo/FSqwCPBWBqw/s1600-h/amandonos14id.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302100539189955538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 329px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTYWUHTC9I/AAAAAAAAEIo/FSqwCPBWBqw/s400/amandonos14id.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EN INTIMIDAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas veces nos llegó la noche&lt;br /&gt;tocando los cuerpos…&lt;br /&gt;tantas horas se fueron quedando&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retozando en la cama desnudos&lt;br /&gt;como dos jilgueros…&lt;br /&gt;en el vuelo fecundo y altivo&lt;br /&gt;mientras canta el mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incesantes cascadas de besos&lt;br /&gt;nos fueron mojando…&lt;br /&gt;anidando la piel en las manos&lt;br /&gt;como un manantial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insolentes caricias domadas&lt;br /&gt;como dos salvajes…&lt;br /&gt;al arrullo perfecto y callado&lt;br /&gt;de la intimidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-44745533687142887?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/44745533687142887/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=44745533687142887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/44745533687142887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/44745533687142887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/en-intimidad-tantas-veces-nos-llego-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTYWUHTC9I/AAAAAAAAEIo/FSqwCPBWBqw/s72-c/amandonos14id.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-8040685204776419557</id><published>2009-02-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T18:11:31.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTWt0UEaxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/rdBFFTjTvmA/s1600-h/noche_luna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302098743947193106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 337px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTWt0UEaxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/rdBFFTjTvmA/s400/noche_luna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;EL CANTO DE LA NATURALEZA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como negros racimos nocturnos&lt;br /&gt;se derrama la noche…&lt;br /&gt;adornando un costado del cielo&lt;br /&gt;con estrellas de luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el ocaso de luna plateado&lt;br /&gt;parece un jilguero…&lt;br /&gt;que en silencio le dice unos versos&lt;br /&gt;a la inmensidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aliento de vida es el soplo&lt;br /&gt;del viento lejano…&lt;br /&gt;que acaricia las crestas de pinos&lt;br /&gt;queriendo cantar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y se escucha el arrullo pausado&lt;br /&gt;de los manantiales…&lt;br /&gt;y el susurro de grillos nocturnos&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-8040685204776419557?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/8040685204776419557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=8040685204776419557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8040685204776419557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/8040685204776419557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-canto-de-la-naturaleza-como-negros.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTWt0UEaxI/AAAAAAAAEIg/rdBFFTjTvmA/s72-c/noche_luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-3255530880802476595</id><published>2009-02-12T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:54:18.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTSmkjC5gI/AAAAAAAAEIY/Z2zvpDARPAo/s1600-h/A_mujer_triste_33-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302094221409445378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 439px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTSmkjC5gI/AAAAAAAAEIY/Z2zvpDARPAo/s400/A_mujer_triste_33-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;NUNCA MÁS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni cuando caiga la luna a pedazos&lt;br /&gt;en las noches más frías,&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera al momento preciso&lt;br /&gt;de mi soledad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni desnuda… callada y silente&lt;br /&gt;cuando duela el alma,&lt;br /&gt;ni siquiera en mi peor pesadilla&lt;br /&gt;te voy a llamar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No me importa si grita la noche&lt;br /&gt;o se calla un suspiro…&lt;br /&gt;ni tampoco si llora la luna&lt;br /&gt;o se apaga su luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te juro amor de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;que de ti me olvido…&lt;br /&gt;así llegue a arrancarme del pecho&lt;br /&gt;este corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-3255530880802476595?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/3255530880802476595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=3255530880802476595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3255530880802476595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/3255530880802476595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/nunca-mas-ni-cuando-caiga-la-luna.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTSmkjC5gI/AAAAAAAAEIY/Z2zvpDARPAo/s72-c/A_mujer_triste_33-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8189514819904885298.post-9094741472144208135</id><published>2009-02-12T17:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:47:12.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTQw0RFOdI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/NmTptG0daIw/s1600-h/123214_1939_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302092198404504018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTQw0RFOdI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/NmTptG0daIw/s400/123214_1939_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;COMO UNA GOLONDRINA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy quiero anidar en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;como una golondrina,&lt;br /&gt;y beberme de a sorbos la vida&lt;br /&gt;en tu boca de luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volar como vuelan los vientos&lt;br /&gt;por tu firmamento…&lt;br /&gt;y al paso de todos tus besos&lt;br /&gt;mis alas posar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera tomar de tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;todas las miradas…&lt;br /&gt;y así dibujar en los cielos&lt;br /&gt;tu dulce candor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despacio como si esculpiera&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos de perlas…&lt;br /&gt;allí sobre aquellos collares&lt;br /&gt;de la inmensidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8189514819904885298-9094741472144208135?l=eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/feeds/9094741472144208135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8189514819904885298&amp;postID=9094741472144208135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9094741472144208135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8189514819904885298/posts/default/9094741472144208135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/2009/02/como-una-golondrina-hoy-quiero-anidar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SZTQw0RFOdI/AAAAAAAAEIQ/NmTptG0daIw/s72-c/123214_1939_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
