<?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-6532757669529203943</id><updated>2011-07-08T14:38:17.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mañana será otro día</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-4572122831247361357</id><published>2010-08-23T19:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T20:21:12.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Estaré siempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/THK7I54LnPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6-r0SSq0atU/s1600/866644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508671055877348594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/THK7I54LnPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/6-r0SSq0atU/s320/866644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Close To You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are near?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do stars fall down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk by?&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon-dust&lt;br /&gt;In your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[break]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born&lt;br /&gt;The angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon-dust&lt;br /&gt;In your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why all the girls in town&lt;br /&gt;Follow you all around&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, aahh, aahh) Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por qué aparecen de repente los pájaros&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que tú estás cerca?&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo, ellos desean estar&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué caen las estrellas del cielo&lt;br /&gt;Siempre que pasas andando?&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo, ellos desean estar&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día que naciste&lt;br /&gt;Los ángeles se reunieron&lt;br /&gt;Y decidieron crear un sueño hecho realidad&lt;br /&gt;Así que rociaron polvo de luna en tu pelo dorado&lt;br /&gt;Y luz de estrellas en tus ojos azules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que todas las chicas de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Te siguen por todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo, ellos desean estar&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El día que naciste&lt;br /&gt;Los ángeles se reunieron&lt;br /&gt;Y decidieron crear un sueño hecho realidad&lt;br /&gt;Así que rociaron polvo de luna en tu pelo dorado&lt;br /&gt;Y luz de estrellas en tus ojos azules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que todas las chicas de la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Te siguen por todas partes&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo, ellos desean estar&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;Igual que yo (Igual que yo)&lt;br /&gt;Ellos desean estar&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6inwzOooXRU&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6inwzOooXRU&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-4572122831247361357?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/4572122831247361357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7930209294204631773</id><published>2010-08-23T19:19:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:37:39.697+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre he vivido y actuado así</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/THKwL3getYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JtgvRh-DMFk/s1600/4yhjk0olk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508659012152767874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/THKwL3getYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JtgvRh-DMFk/s320/4yhjk0olk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY WAY&lt;br /&gt;And now, the end is here,&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I'll say it clear,&lt;br /&gt;I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a life that's full,&lt;br /&gt;I travelled each and every highway.&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets, I've had a few&lt;br /&gt;But then again,&lt;br /&gt;Too few to mention.&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption.&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course,&lt;br /&gt;Each careful step along the byway.&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this,&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were times,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you knew,&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off&lt;br /&gt;More than I could chew.&lt;br /&gt;But through it all,&lt;br /&gt;When there was doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out.&lt;br /&gt;I faced it all and I stood tall,&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved, I've laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill, my share of losing.&lt;br /&gt;And now, as tears subside,&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that.&lt;br /&gt;And may I say, not in a shy way,&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no, oh, no, not me, I did it my way'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man,&lt;br /&gt;What has he got?&lt;br /&gt;If not himself, then he has naught.&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels&lt;br /&gt;And not the words of one who kneels.&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MI MANERA&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, el final está aquí,&lt;br /&gt;y entonces enfrento el telón final.&lt;br /&gt;Mi amigo, lo diré sin rodeos,&lt;br /&gt;hablaré de mi caso, del cual estoy seguro.&lt;br /&gt;He vivido una vida plena.&lt;br /&gt;Viajé por todos y cada uno de los caminos.&lt;br /&gt;Y más, mucho más que esto,&lt;br /&gt;lo hice a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrepentimientos, he tenido unos pocos&lt;br /&gt;Pero igualmente,&lt;br /&gt;muy pocos como para mencionarlos.&lt;br /&gt;Hice lo que debía hacer&lt;br /&gt;Y lo hice sin exenciones.&lt;br /&gt;Planée cada programa de acción.&lt;br /&gt;Cada paso cuidadoso a lo largo del camino.&lt;br /&gt;Y más, mucho más que esto,&lt;br /&gt;lo hice a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, hubo oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy seguro que lo sabían.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mordí&lt;br /&gt;más de lo que podía masticar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero al final,&lt;br /&gt;cuando hubo duda,&lt;br /&gt;me lo tragué todo y luego lo dije sin miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Lo enfrenté todo y estuve orgulloso,&lt;br /&gt;y lo hice a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He amado, he reído y llorado.&lt;br /&gt;Tuve malas experiencias, me tocó perder.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora, que las lágrimas ceden,&lt;br /&gt;encuentro tan divertido&lt;br /&gt;pensar que hice todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;Y permítanme decir, sin timidez,&lt;br /&gt;'Oh, no, oh, no, a mí no, yo sí lo hice a mi manera'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues que es un hombre,&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es lo que ha conseguido?&lt;br /&gt;Si no es a sí mismo, entonces no tiene nada.&lt;br /&gt;Decir las cosas que realmente siente&lt;br /&gt;Y no las palabras de alguien que se arrodilla.&lt;br /&gt;Mi historia muestra que asumí los golpes&lt;br /&gt;Y lo hice a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí, fue a mi manera.&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vafrsflot3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vafrsflot3k?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=es_ES&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/THKwL3getYI/AAAAAAAAAf0/JtgvRh-DMFk/s72-c/4yhjk0olk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-8015264289731781384</id><published>2009-08-20T11:39:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T19:44:45.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>También recuerdo cuando la vida era más tierna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/So0cH6RO4TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6g_razSgD4g/s1600-h/HojasAmarillas097hhhb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371980852749066546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/So0cH6RO4TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6g_razSgD4g/s320/HojasAmarillas097hhhb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TRY TO REMEMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(abajo hay varias versiones por diferentes intérpretes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember the kind of September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When life was slow and oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;so mellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember the kind of September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When grass was green and grain was yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember the kind of September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When you were a tender and callow fellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember and if you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;then follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember when life was so tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When no one wept except the willow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember when life was so tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When dreams were kept beside your pillow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember when life was so tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;When love was an ember about to billow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Try to remember and if you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;then follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deep in December it's nice to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Although you know the snow will follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deep in December &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;it's nice to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Without a hurt the heart will hollow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deep in Decemberit's nice to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;The fire of September that made you mellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Deep in December our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;should remember and follow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Intérprete :Harry Belafonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvGGNnzlYmc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvGGNnzlYmc&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Barrowman 'Try to Remember'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5g_0PFZf54&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A5g_0PFZf54&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roy Orbison "Try to Remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksVrsVrDl9Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksVrsVrDl9Q&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie Andrews "Try to Remember"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_B6V7QWmQ0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e_B6V7QWmQ0&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-8015264289731781384?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/8015264289731781384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=8015264289731781384' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/8015264289731781384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/8015264289731781384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2009/08/tambien-recuerdo-cuando-la-vida-era-mas.html' title='También recuerdo cuando la vida era más tierna'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/So0cH6RO4TI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/6g_razSgD4g/s72-c/HojasAmarillas097hhhb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-5974767530167381064</id><published>2009-08-20T10:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T11:02:10.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Igual que nuestros amaneceres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/So0QT-DWUnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/YBldpndjcCI/s1600-h/verano-azul1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371967865783472754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/So0QT-DWUnI/AAAAAAAAAeI/YBldpndjcCI/s320/verano-azul1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MAÑANA DE CARNAVAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ORFEO NEGRO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azul, la mañana es azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;El sol si le llamo, vendrá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se detendrá en mi voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y hasta la eternidad en su camino irá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hacia otro azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo no sé si hay después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si el sol volverá a despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Por qué la canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no ha de ser verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por qué en carnaval?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantará el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la razón de vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cantará sin hablar ni sentir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Azul, la mañana es azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Señal de que todo acabó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Es que te busco yo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aunque no habrás de estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y mentirá tu voz en el azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Después, yo no sé si hay después.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si el sol volverá a despertar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;¿Por qué la canción&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no ha de ser verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por qué en carnaval?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantará el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;la razón de vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cantará sin hablar ni sentir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intérprete : Gloria Lasso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTLPERojQpE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sTLPERojQpE&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-5974767530167381064?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/5974767530167381064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-311524977231254818</id><published>2009-07-27T19:52:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:06:54.989+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Así era mi mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3sf8q4McI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1gVUDWQhq_g/s1600-h/234567iaiaiaiajj3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3sf8q4McI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1gVUDWQhq_g/s320/234567iaiaiaiajj3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363202764874199490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Blue velvet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore blue velvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bluer than velvet was the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Softer than satin was the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; From the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wore blue velvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bluer than velvet were her eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Warmer than May her tender sighs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love was ours &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ours a love I held tightly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Feeling the rapture grow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Like a flame burning brightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when she left, gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; was the glow of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blue velvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in my heart there'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Precious and warm, a memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Through the years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I still can see blue velvet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Through my tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; She wore blue velvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But in my heart there'll always be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Precious and warm, a memory &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through the years &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I still can see blue velvet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Terciopelo azul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ella vestía de terciopelo azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Más azul que el terciopelo era la noche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Más suave que el satén era la luzde las estrellas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ella vestía terciopelo azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Más azules que el terciopelo eran sus ojos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Más cálidas que Mayo eran sus miradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El amor era nuestro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nuestro un amor que yo retenía con fuerza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sintiendo el éxtasis crecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;como una llama ardiendo brillantemente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero cuando se fue, se fue el brillo deel terciopelo azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero en mi corazón siempre existirá,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;precioso y cálido el recuerdo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a través de los años.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Y puedo aún ver el terciopelo azul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a través de mis lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Bobby Vinton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qh1dAgoa3Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qh1dAgoa3Bc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-311524977231254818?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/311524977231254818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=311524977231254818' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/311524977231254818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/311524977231254818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2009/07/asi-era-mi-mirada.html' title='Así era mi mirada'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3sf8q4McI/AAAAAAAAAdw/1gVUDWQhq_g/s72-c/234567iaiaiaiajj3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-853404233318136534</id><published>2009-07-27T19:18:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:33:25.786+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronroneando todas las noches de este verano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3kqPMiQCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3YA2J-VH-fQ/s1600-h/8yh555rtyuhyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363194145552875554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3kqPMiQCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3YA2J-VH-fQ/s320/8yh555rtyuhyt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SUMMER CAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; kissed you good bye at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I held you so close to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said ’So here we are now and I can’t stop from crying Lilly’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And you said ’Hey hey hoo, you know this is the way to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You will forget about me when I’m on that plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forget about me when I’m on that plane.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The plane took off and my love went with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The chilly wind whipped my both cheeks hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the man next to me said ’Everything is gonna be alright’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said ’Nothing is gonna be alright, but thank you anyway’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I saw your face in the airplane window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I waved my hands and I shouted to you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonighttonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wore a T-shirt and my worn out hat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Abandoned as a summer cat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And as I stood there as a broken hearted I realized you got the car keys still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I broke into my own old car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I fell asleep on the passenger seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dreamed of summer sex with you and you whispered in my ear: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Why can’t you leave me tomorrow instead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And above the clouds she said to her self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can’t believe how naive a man can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That’s why I love you so and that’s why I can’t be with you…’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tonight tonight tonight tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna be with you tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete :Billie The Vision and The Dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9-dakz2R_o&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/853404233318136534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2009/07/ronroneando-todas-las-noches-de-este.html' title='Ronroneando todas las noches de este verano'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/Sm3kqPMiQCI/AAAAAAAAAdo/3YA2J-VH-fQ/s72-c/8yh555rtyuhyt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6591898644657791574</id><published>2009-07-23T23:09:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T23:29:40.599+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa sensación en todas mis noches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmjUum18_UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pvok63mxToY/s1600-h/vagabun12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361769253550488898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmjUum18_UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pvok63mxToY/s320/vagabun12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There’s a calm surrender&lt;br /&gt;To the rush of day&lt;br /&gt;When the heat of a rolling wind&lt;br /&gt;Can be turned away.&lt;br /&gt;An enchanted moment,&lt;br /&gt;And it sees me through.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough for this restless warrior&lt;br /&gt;Just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It is where we are.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this far.&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight,&lt;br /&gt;How it’s laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a time for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If they only learn&lt;br /&gt;That the twisting kaleidoscope&lt;br /&gt;Moves us all in turn.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a rhyme and reason&lt;br /&gt;To the wild outdoors&lt;br /&gt;When the heart of this star-crossed voyager&lt;br /&gt;Beats in time with yours.&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight,&lt;br /&gt;It is where we are.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough for this wide-eyed wanderer&lt;br /&gt;That we got this far.&lt;br /&gt;And can you feel the love tonight,&lt;br /&gt;How it’s laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best.&lt;br /&gt;It’s enough to make kings and vagabonds&lt;br /&gt;Believe the very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PUEDES SENTIR EL AMOR ESTA NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay una tranquila rendición&lt;br /&gt;Al apuro del día&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el calor del viento que sopla&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser apartado.&lt;br /&gt;Un momento encantado,&lt;br /&gt;Y me da una ayuda.&lt;br /&gt;Es suficiente para este guerrero inquieto&lt;br /&gt;Solamente estar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y puedes sentir el amor esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;Es donde estamos.&lt;br /&gt;Es suficiente para este trotamundos ingenuo&lt;br /&gt;Que hayamos llegado hasta aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Y puedes sentir el amor esta noche,&lt;br /&gt;Cómo se echa a descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Es suficiente para hacer que reyes y vagabundos&lt;br /&gt;Crean en lo mejor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay un tiempo para cada uno&lt;br /&gt;Si tan solo aprenden&lt;br /&gt;Que el caleidoscopio que gira&lt;br /&gt;Nos mueve a todos en turnos.&lt;br /&gt;Hay una explicación&lt;br /&gt;Para el desenfrenado mundo exterior&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el corazón de este viajero en dificultades&lt;br /&gt;Late al mismo tiempo que el tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Elton John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkGDrV_2ehI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkGDrV_2ehI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmjUum18_UI/AAAAAAAAAc4/pvok63mxToY/s72-c/vagabun12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2835825384787387907</id><published>2009-07-23T15:08:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:39:38.792+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Los tonos de tu mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmhjGJdReFI/AAAAAAAAAco/AiGVoFngDts/s1600-h/vladstudio_springflower_800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361644313653639250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmhjGJdReFI/AAAAAAAAAco/AiGVoFngDts/s320/vladstudio_springflower_800x600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yellow is the colour of&lt;br /&gt;my true love's hair&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise,&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise,&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, that's the time,&lt;br /&gt;I love the best.&lt;br /&gt;Green's the colour of the sparklin' corn&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise,&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise.&lt;br /&gt;in the mornin' when we rise.&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, that's the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the best.&lt;br /&gt;Blue's the colour of the sky&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise,&lt;br /&gt;In the mornin' when we rise.&lt;br /&gt;in the mornin' when we rise.&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, that's the time&lt;br /&gt;I love the best.&lt;br /&gt;Mellow is the feeling that I get&lt;br /&gt;when I see her, mm hmm,&lt;br /&gt;when I see her, uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;That's the time, that's the time&lt;br /&gt;I love the best.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is a word I rarely use&lt;br /&gt;Without thinkin', mm hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Without thinkin', mm hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Of the time, of the time&lt;br /&gt;When I've been loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intérprete: Donovan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GX3AnhefltM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GX3AnhefltM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-2835825384787387907?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SmhjGJdReFI/AAAAAAAAAco/AiGVoFngDts/s72-c/vladstudio_springflower_800x600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-8321971739502633980</id><published>2008-11-16T17:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:18:31.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Siempre junto a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SSBHeJLoJZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TvPrGY1iB6o/s1600-h/iuytfgv67890.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SSBHeJLoJZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TvPrGY1iB6o/s320/iuytfgv67890.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269290147209815442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY BABY JUST CARES FOR ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My baby dont care for shows&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care for clothes&lt;br /&gt;My baby just cares for me&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care for cars and races&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care for high-tone places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz taylor is not his style&lt;br /&gt;And even Lana Turners smile&lt;br /&gt;Is somethin he cant see&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care who knows&lt;br /&gt;My baby just cares for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, my baby dont care for shows&lt;br /&gt;And he dont even care for clothes.&lt;br /&gt;He cares for me&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care&lt;br /&gt;For cars and races&lt;br /&gt;My baby dont care for&lt;br /&gt;He dont care for high-tone places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz taylor is not his style&lt;br /&gt;And even Lana Turners smile&lt;br /&gt;Is something he cant see&lt;br /&gt;Is something he cant see&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whats wrong with baby&lt;br /&gt;My baby just cares for&lt;br /&gt;My baby just cares for&lt;br /&gt;My baby just cares for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete : Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKVtNpsXPyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KKVtNpsXPyo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-8321971739502633980?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SSBHeJLoJZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/TvPrGY1iB6o/s72-c/iuytfgv67890.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7282851664551879325</id><published>2008-10-05T17:33:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T17:57:38.611+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuestro pasado, presente y probablemente futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SOjhBakZPRI/AAAAAAAAATo/V7QprEzC0pw/s1600-h/67689olkjhguio8765.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253696379755773202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SOjhBakZPRI/AAAAAAAAATo/V7QprEzC0pw/s320/67689olkjhguio8765.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have a dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything.&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future, even if you fail.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;To help me through reality.&lt;br /&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while,&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness, still another mile.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything.&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future, even if you fail.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels,&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tengo un sueño &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tengo un sueño, una canción para cantar&lt;br /&gt;Para ayudarme a enfrentar cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Si ves lo maravilloso en un cuento de hadas,&lt;br /&gt;Puedes aceptar el futuro, incluso si fallas.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Algo bueno en todo lo que veo.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sé que el tiempo es el correcto para mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaré el arroyo - Tengo un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un sueño, una fantasía&lt;br /&gt;Para ayudarme a atravesar la realidad.&lt;br /&gt;Y mi destino hace que valga la pena la espera,&lt;br /&gt;Empujando a través de la oscuridad, aún otra milla.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Algo bueno en todo lo que veo.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sé que el tiempo es el correcto para mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaré el arroyo - Tengo un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaré el arroyo - Tengo un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo un sueño, una canción para cantar&lt;br /&gt;Para ayudarme a enfrentar cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Si ves lo maravilloso en un cuento de hadas,&lt;br /&gt;Puedes aceptar el futuro, incluso si fallas.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Algo bueno en todo lo que veo.&lt;br /&gt;Creo en los ángeles,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando sé que el tiempo es el correcto para mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaré el arroyo - Tengo un sueño.&lt;br /&gt;Cruzaré el arroyo - Tengo un sueño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Intérprete: ABBA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2YOGfBFAbs&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y2YOGfBFAbs&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-7282851664551879325?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SOjhBakZPRI/AAAAAAAAATo/V7QprEzC0pw/s72-c/67689olkjhguio8765.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7187742780274569581</id><published>2008-08-26T15:40:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:35:48.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>También me dejas sin aliento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SLQJo_iT1jI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SHI6KzISlNQ/s1600-h/456uhytyy8iil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238822866393486898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SLQJo_iT1jI/AAAAAAAAATQ/SHI6KzISlNQ/s320/456uhytyy8iil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TAKE MY BREATH AWAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[ Top Gun ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;In my foolish lover's game,&lt;br /&gt;On this endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;Finally lovers know no shame.&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside,&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn around and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching, I keep waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Still anticipating love.&lt;br /&gt;Never hesitating&lt;br /&gt;To become the fated ones.&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn to me and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the hourglass I saw you,&lt;br /&gt;In time you slipped away.&lt;br /&gt;When the mirror crashed, I called you&lt;br /&gt;And turned to hear you say...&lt;br /&gt;If only for today,&lt;br /&gt;I am unafraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching every motion&lt;br /&gt;In this foolish lover's game,&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by the notion&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere there's a love in flames.&lt;br /&gt;Turning and returning&lt;br /&gt;To some secret place inside,&lt;br /&gt;Watching in slow motion&lt;br /&gt;As you turn my way and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away,&lt;br /&gt;Take my breath away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DÉJAME SIN AIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mirando cada movimiento&lt;br /&gt;De mi tonto juego de amante,&lt;br /&gt;En este océano infinito&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente los amantes no conocen de vergüenza.&lt;br /&gt;Girando y volviendo&lt;br /&gt;A algún lugar secreto adentro,&lt;br /&gt;Mirando en cámara lenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te das vuelta y dices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando, sigo esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Aún anticipando el amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vacilando&lt;br /&gt;En convertirse en los destinados.&lt;br /&gt;Girando y volviendo&lt;br /&gt;A algún lugar secreto para esconderse,&lt;br /&gt;Mirando en cámara lenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te das vuelta hacia mí y dices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A través del reloj de arena te vi,&lt;br /&gt;A tiempo te escabulliste.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el espejo se rompió, te llamé&lt;br /&gt;Y giré para escucharte decir...&lt;br /&gt;Si tan sólo por hoy,&lt;br /&gt;No tengo miedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando cada movimiento&lt;br /&gt;De mi tonto juego de amante,&lt;br /&gt;Atormentado por la noción&lt;br /&gt;De que en alguna parte hay amor en llamas.&lt;br /&gt;Girando y volviendo&lt;br /&gt;A algún lugar secreto adentro,&lt;br /&gt;Mirando en cámara lenta&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te das vuelta para mi lado y dices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire,&lt;br /&gt;Déjame sin aire. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Berlin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gKyEo-P4zik&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gKyEo-P4zik&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229979050325082754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te Amo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te amo, moneda&lt;br /&gt;te amo, al viento&lt;br /&gt;te amo, si sale cara dirá que tu amor está muerto&lt;br /&gt;yo te amo, me siento, te amo&lt;br /&gt;un hombre sobre ti&lt;br /&gt;con fuego dentro del alma&lt;br /&gt;quemando en la cama&lt;br /&gt;mas yo tiemblo sintiendo tus senos&lt;br /&gt;te odio y te amo&lt;br /&gt;mi mariposa que muere agitando&lt;br /&gt;las alas haciendo el amor en sus brazos,&lt;br /&gt;piel de mi propio fracaso,&lt;br /&gt;hoy necesito tenerla,&lt;br /&gt;voy a hablarle, con coraje&lt;br /&gt;yo te amo y ahora perdóname&lt;br /&gt;solo recuérdame, abre la puerta a un guerrero&lt;br /&gt;sin armas ni ejercito&lt;br /&gt;y dame tu vino ligero.&lt;br /&gt;Qué has hecho mientras no estaba&lt;br /&gt;y las sábanas de lino&lt;br /&gt;dame el sueño, de algún niño que da vueltas&lt;br /&gt;soñando con nubes, déjame trabajar&lt;br /&gt;hazme abrazar a una joven que plancha cantando&lt;br /&gt;y hazte rogar un poco&lt;br /&gt;antes de hacer el amor&lt;br /&gt;viste de calma tu furia&lt;br /&gt;y tus faldas sobre la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te amo y ahora perdóname&lt;br /&gt;solo recuérdame&lt;br /&gt;te amo ,te amo, te amo ,te amo ,te amo&lt;br /&gt;y dame tu vino ligero&lt;br /&gt;que has hecho mientras no estaba&lt;br /&gt;y las sábanas de lino.&lt;br /&gt;Dame el sueño, de algún niño que da vueltas&lt;br /&gt;soñando con nubes, déjame trabajar&lt;br /&gt;hazme abrazar a una joven que plancha cantando&lt;br /&gt;y hazte rogar un poco&lt;br /&gt;antes de hacer el amor&lt;br /&gt;viste de calma tu furia&lt;br /&gt;y tus faldas sobre la luz.&lt;br /&gt;Yo te amo y ahora perdóname&lt;br /&gt;solo recuérdame.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo, te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, te amo ,te amo ,te amo ,te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo, te amo ,te amo, te amo ,te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Umberto Tozzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(1978)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWOshW01edk&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gWOshW01edk&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-8858137607656879563?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll do anything.&lt;br /&gt;You'll do all the crazy things&lt;br /&gt;That you can't explain.&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Put out the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll deny the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Believe a lie.&lt;br /&gt;There'll be times&lt;br /&gt;That you'll believe you can really fly.&lt;br /&gt;But your lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;Have just begun,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll feel it deep inside&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Can ever change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;When you want someone,&lt;br /&gt;When you need someone,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;You'd give everything you got&lt;br /&gt;And you won't think it twice.&lt;br /&gt;You'd risk it all,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what my come,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;You'll shoot the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Put out the sun,&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;CUANDO AMES A ALGUIEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuando ames a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Harás cualquier cosa.&lt;br /&gt;Harás todas las cosas locas&lt;br /&gt;Que no puedes explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Dispararás a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Apagarás el sol,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negarás la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;Creerás una mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Habrá veces que creerás&lt;br /&gt;Que realmente puedes volar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero tus noches solitarias&lt;br /&gt;Recién han comenzado,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Lo sentirás muy adentro&lt;br /&gt;Y ninguna otra cosa&lt;br /&gt;Puede cambiar tu mente.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando quieres a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando necesitas a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien,&lt;br /&gt;Te sacrificarás.&lt;br /&gt;Darías todo lo que tienes&lt;br /&gt;Y no lo pensarás dos veces.&lt;br /&gt;Lo arriesgarías todo,&lt;br /&gt;Sin importar lo que pueda suceder,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien.&lt;br /&gt;Dispararás a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;Apagarás el sol,&lt;br /&gt;Cuando ames a alguien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xcTfq5ia2OQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2860113564748593402</id><published>2008-07-20T19:39:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:56:39.330+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para JM, mi apoyo y mi sostén</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SIN58bq2vcI/AAAAAAAAASY/UgdWMCXaiy0/s1600-h/456HNVVSDFGRRRRRRRRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225154071806524866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SIN58bq2vcI/AAAAAAAAASY/UgdWMCXaiy0/s320/456HNVVSDFGRRRRRRRRR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stand by me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sepuede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When the night has come&lt;br /&gt;And the land is dark,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is the only light we see,&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I won't be afraid&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, darling, darling, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the sky that we look upon&lt;br /&gt;Should tumble and fall,&lt;br /&gt;And the mountains&lt;br /&gt;Should crumble to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;I won't cry, I won't cry.&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you stand, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And darling, darling, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand, stand by me, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you're in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Won't you stand by me?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, stand by me, stand by me, stand by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apóyame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la noche ha llegado&lt;br /&gt;Y la tierra está oscura,&lt;br /&gt;Y la luna es la única luz que vemos,&lt;br /&gt;No, no tendré miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no tendré miedo&lt;br /&gt;Siempre y cuando tú me apoyes, me apoyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por lo tanto, cariño, cariño, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apóyame, apóyame, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si el cielo que miramos&lt;br /&gt;Debe venirse abajo y caer,&lt;br /&gt;Y las montañas&lt;br /&gt;Deben desmoronarse hacia el mar,&lt;br /&gt;No lloraré, no lloraré.&lt;br /&gt;No, no derramaré una lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Siempre y cuando tú me apoyes, me apoyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cariño, cariño, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apóyame, apóyame, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando estés en problemas,&lt;br /&gt;No me apoyarás?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, apóyame, apóyame, apóyame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Ben E.  King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vbg7YoXiKn0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vbg7YoXiKn0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-2860113564748593402?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/2860113564748593402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7633177654565717323</id><published>2008-07-09T17:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Es mi lema desde hace años</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SHTcrSxpA6I/AAAAAAAAASI/la8zLWl9F3s/s1600-h/5556yyrruiokjhfghnbvvvf5789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SHTcrSxpA6I/AAAAAAAAASI/la8zLWl9F3s/s320/5556yyrruiokjhfghnbvvvf5789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221040504361780130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I WILL SURVIVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, I was afraid,&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified.&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;I could never live without you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;But then I spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking how you did me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;And I grew strong.&lt;br /&gt;I learned how to get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now you're back&lt;br /&gt;From outer space.&lt;br /&gt;I just walked in to find you here&lt;br /&gt;Without that look upon your face.&lt;br /&gt;I should have changed that stupid lock.&lt;br /&gt;I should have made you leave your key,&lt;br /&gt;If I had known for just one second&lt;br /&gt;You'd be back to bother me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now go,&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, not I.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love, I know I'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took all the strength I had&lt;br /&gt;Just not to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying hard to mend the pieces&lt;br /&gt;Of my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;And I spent so many nights&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry.&lt;br /&gt;But now, I hold my head up high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you see me&lt;br /&gt;With somebody new.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that stupid little person&lt;br /&gt;Still in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;And so, you thought you'd just drop by&lt;br /&gt;And you expect me to be free.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm saving all my love&lt;br /&gt;For someone who's loving me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now go,&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, not I.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love, I know I'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now go,&lt;br /&gt;Walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around now.&lt;br /&gt;You're not welcome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Weren't you the one&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to break me with desire?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd crumble?&lt;br /&gt;Did you think I'd lay down and die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no, not I.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;As long as I know how to love, I know I'll be alive.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my life to live.&lt;br /&gt;I've got all my love to give.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;SOBREVIVIRÉ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Al principio, tenía miedo,&lt;br /&gt;Estaba petrificada.&lt;br /&gt;Seguía pensando&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca podría vivir sin ti a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Pero luego, pasé tantas noches&lt;br /&gt;Solamente pensando en cómo me heriste.&lt;br /&gt;Y me volví fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí a sobrellevarlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora vuelves&lt;br /&gt;Del espacio exterior.&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente entré y te encontré aquí&lt;br /&gt;Sin esa mirada en tu cara.&lt;br /&gt;Debería haber cambiado esa estúpida cerradura.&lt;br /&gt;Debería haberte hecho dejar la llave,&lt;br /&gt;Si hubiera sabido, por sólo un segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Que volverías para molestarme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ahora vete,&lt;br /&gt;Sal por la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo da la vuelta ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no eres más bienvenido.&lt;br /&gt;¿No eras tú&lt;br /&gt;El que intentó dejarme?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que me desvanecería?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que abandonaría y moriría?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues no, yo no.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sepa cómo amar, sé que estaré viva.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo toda mi vida para vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo todo mi amor para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me llevó todas las fuerzas que tenía&lt;br /&gt;No caerme en pedazos.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy intentando arreglar las piezas&lt;br /&gt;De mi corazón partido.&lt;br /&gt;Y pasé tantas noches&lt;br /&gt;Compadeciéndome de mí misma.&lt;br /&gt;Solía llorar.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora, no me avergüenzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ya me ves&lt;br /&gt;Con una nueva persona.&lt;br /&gt;No soy esa estúpida personita&lt;br /&gt;Aún enamorada de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Y pensabas que simplemente pasarías de visita&lt;br /&gt;Y esperabas encontrarme libre.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora estoy guardando todo el amor&lt;br /&gt;Para alguien que me ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ahora vete,&lt;br /&gt;Sal por la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo da la vuelta ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no eres más bienvenido.&lt;br /&gt;¿No eras tú&lt;br /&gt;El que intentó dejarme?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que me desvanecería?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que abandonaría y moriría?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues no, yo no.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sepa cómo amar, sé que estaré viva.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo toda mi vida para vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo todo mi amor para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, sí.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ahora vete,&lt;br /&gt;Sal por la puerta.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo da la vuelta ahora.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no eres más bienvenido.&lt;br /&gt;¿No eras tú&lt;br /&gt;El que intentó dejarme?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que me desvanecería?&lt;br /&gt;¿Pensaste que abandonaría y moriría?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues no, yo no.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sepa cómo amar, sé que estaré viva.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo toda mi vida para vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo todo mi amor para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sobreviviré.&lt;br /&gt;Sí, sí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete : Gloria Gaynor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBR2G-iI3-I&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZBR2G-iI3-I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1" 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type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/07/es-mi-lema-desde-hace-aos.html' title='Es mi lema desde hace años'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SHTcrSxpA6I/AAAAAAAAASI/la8zLWl9F3s/s72-c/5556yyrruiokjhfghnbvvvf5789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2910356283461483852</id><published>2008-07-07T17:20:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:07:25.955+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La escucho, cierro los ojos y te abrazo con fuerza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SHI10H8GfaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9uYPiDVHwws/s1600-h/123ext654tra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220294087676427682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SHI10H8GfaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/9uYPiDVHwws/s320/123ext654tra.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strangers in the night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strangers in the night exchanging glances&lt;br /&gt;Wondering in the night&lt;br /&gt;What were the chances we’d be sharing love&lt;br /&gt;Before the night was through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in your eyes was so inviting,&lt;br /&gt;Something in you smile was so exciting,&lt;br /&gt;Something in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Told me I must have you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers in the night, two lonely people&lt;br /&gt;We were strangers in the night&lt;br /&gt;Up to the moment&lt;br /&gt;When we said our first hello.&lt;br /&gt;Little did we know&lt;br /&gt;Love was just a glance away,&lt;br /&gt;A warm embracing dance away and -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that night we’ve been together.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers at first sight, in love forever.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out so right,&lt;br /&gt;For strangers in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was just a glance away,&lt;br /&gt;A warm embracing dance away and –&lt;br /&gt;Ever since that night we’ve been together.&lt;br /&gt;Lovers at first sight, in love forever.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out so right,&lt;br /&gt;For strangers in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Frank Sinatra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0xiex71yxc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0xiex71yxc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-2910356283461483852?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/2910356283461483852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-1678306106798231307</id><published>2008-06-29T11:28:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ Una mujer extraordinaria !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para ti abuela por lo mucho que me enseñaste y me diste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGdYcigOTuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f3YNqKwyTy4/s1600-h/smg23456.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217235940653551330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGdYcigOTuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f3YNqKwyTy4/s320/smg23456.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mañana será otro día&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuando me faltaron las fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;y la suerte pasó de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando no hubo ganas de nada&lt;br /&gt;y no me sentí feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mi divina comedia&lt;br /&gt;en mi drama se convirtió.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando se cerraban las puertas&lt;br /&gt;ella su llave me dio.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todos se marchaban&lt;br /&gt;ella llegaba.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando más solo estaba&lt;br /&gt;sólo ella se quedó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dio su capa&lt;br /&gt;y me dio su espada&lt;br /&gt;y me dio las fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;cuando a mí más me faltaban.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dio su noche&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo dormía.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dijo que&lt;br /&gt;mañana sería otro día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La soledad de mi desierto&lt;br /&gt;con claridad me fue pudiendo.&lt;br /&gt;Puto dolor vete muy lejos,&lt;br /&gt;déjame ser lo que yo quiera.&lt;br /&gt;Dame una luz.&lt;br /&gt;Dame una tregua.&lt;br /&gt;Déjame en paz.&lt;br /&gt;Fuera tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;vete de aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Que si no brilla mi estrella,&lt;br /&gt;ella brilla por mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando todos se marchaban&lt;br /&gt;ella llegaba.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando más solo estaba&lt;br /&gt;sólo ella se quedó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me dio su capa&lt;br /&gt;y me dio su espada&lt;br /&gt;y me dio las fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;cuando a mí más me faltaban.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dio su noche&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo dormía.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dijo que&lt;br /&gt;mañana sería otro día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me pintaba angelitos&lt;br /&gt;mientras mis demonios&lt;br /&gt;me hacían la guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Y se quedaba conmigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y me dio su capa&lt;br /&gt;y me dio su espada&lt;br /&gt;y me dio las fuerzas&lt;br /&gt;cuando a mí más me faltaban.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dio su noche&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo dormía.&lt;br /&gt;Y me dijo que&lt;br /&gt;mañana sería otro día. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: El Hombre Gancho&lt;br /&gt;Disco: Si Tu Te Dejas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MGJBzwtRJc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MGJBzwtRJc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-1678306106798231307?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/1678306106798231307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=1678306106798231307' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/1678306106798231307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/1678306106798231307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/una-mujer-extraordinaria.html' title='¡ Una mujer extraordinaria !'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGdYcigOTuI/AAAAAAAAARo/f3YNqKwyTy4/s72-c/smg23456.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6365026195586590674</id><published>2008-06-26T19:31:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:12:52.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ Abrazada a mi hombre !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGPUjdrYuuI/AAAAAAAAARY/hirE0FsNzOA/s1600-h/ba5667peg789dos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGPUjdrYuuI/AAAAAAAAARY/hirE0FsNzOA/s320/ba5667peg789dos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216246499152280290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bailar pegados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bailar de lejos no es bailar,&lt;br /&gt;es como estar bailando solo.&lt;br /&gt;Tú bailando en tu volcán,&lt;br /&gt;y a dos metros de ti,&lt;br /&gt;bailando yo en polo.&lt;br /&gt;Probemos una sola vez, bailar pegados como a fuego.&lt;br /&gt;Abrazados al compás, sin separar jamás,&lt;br /&gt;tu cuerpo de mi cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailar pegados es bailar,&lt;br /&gt;igual que baila el mar con los delfines.&lt;br /&gt;Corazón con corazón, en un solo salón dos bailarines.&lt;br /&gt;Abrazadísimos los dos, acariciándonos,&lt;br /&gt;sintiéndonos la piel.&lt;br /&gt;Nuestra balada va a sonar,&lt;br /&gt;vamos a probar, probar el arte de volar.&lt;br /&gt;Bailar pegados es bailar.&lt;br /&gt;Bailar pegados es bailar.&lt;br /&gt;es bailar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sergio Dalma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=6365026195586590674' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6365026195586590674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6365026195586590674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/abrazada-mi-hombre.html' title='¡ Abrazada a mi hombre !'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGPUjdrYuuI/AAAAAAAAARY/hirE0FsNzOA/s72-c/ba5667peg789dos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7659505590386453915</id><published>2008-06-25T17:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Me parecía lo más...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGJhUNjGD6I/AAAAAAAAARI/9Mp1P4JI2R0/s1600-h/123erdxxxxxx567uytr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGJhUNjGD6I/AAAAAAAAARI/9Mp1P4JI2R0/s320/123erdxxxxxx567uytr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215838318310592418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bella sin alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y ahora siéntate, en esta silla.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez escúchame, sin interrumpirme.&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto tiempo que, quiero decírtelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir contigo, es ya inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Todo sin alegría, sin una lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Nada que decirte, ni en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;En tu trampa, también he caído.&lt;br /&gt;El amante próximo, tiene mi sitio.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre diablo ¡qué pena me da!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te haga el amor,&lt;br /&gt;te pedirá más y más.&lt;br /&gt;Se lo darás, porque lo haces así.&lt;br /&gt;Como disimulas, se te hace cómodo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora sé quién eres, y no sufro más.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nada crees, te lo demostraré.&lt;br /&gt;Y esta vez, tú lo recordarás.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora si desnúdate, como ya sabes tú.&lt;br /&gt;No te equivoques, no me importas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Tú me desearás, bella sin alma.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richard Cocciante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waWn2ylvsic&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waWn2ylvsic&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-7659505590386453915?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/7659505590386453915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=7659505590386453915' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7659505590386453915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7659505590386453915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-pareca-lo-ms.html' title='Me parecía lo más...'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SGJhUNjGD6I/AAAAAAAAARI/9Mp1P4JI2R0/s72-c/123erdxxxxxx567uytr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-1398866378622482117</id><published>2008-06-22T11:49:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entonces despertaba a la vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF4hXrnvRoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GuDqSLA93oQ/s1600-h/9877yloiisxz66542a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF4hXrnvRoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GuDqSLA93oQ/s320/9877yloiisxz66542a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214642109271721602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Algo de mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Un adiós sin razones,&lt;br /&gt;unos años sin valor…&lt;br /&gt;Me acostumbré a tus besos&lt;br /&gt;y a tu piel color de miel,&lt;br /&gt;a la espiga de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;a tu risa y a tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Mi voz se quiebra cuando te llamo&lt;br /&gt;y tu nombre se vuelve hiedra,&lt;br /&gt;que me abraza y entre sus ramas&lt;br /&gt;ella esconde mi tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí, algo de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí se va muriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir, quiero vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Saber por qué te vas amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te vas amor, pero te quedas&lt;br /&gt;porque formas parte de mí&lt;br /&gt;y en mi casa y en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;hay un sitio para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Sé que mañana al despertarme&lt;br /&gt;no hallaré a quien hallaba&lt;br /&gt;y en su sitio habrá un vacío,&lt;br /&gt;grande y mudo como el alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí, algo de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí se va muriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir, quiero vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Saber por qué te vas amor.&lt;br /&gt;Te vas amor pero te quedas&lt;br /&gt;porque formas parte de mí&lt;br /&gt;y en mi casa y en mi alma&lt;br /&gt;hay un sitio para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí, algo de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí se va muriendo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero vivir, quiero vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Saber por qué te vas amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí, algo de mí.&lt;br /&gt;Algo de mí se va muriendo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete :Camilo Sesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q_4n3Z5AzE&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Q_4n3Z5AzE&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" 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title='Entonces despertaba a la vida'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF4hXrnvRoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/GuDqSLA93oQ/s72-c/9877yloiisxz66542a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7677090339911442869</id><published>2008-06-21T20:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡ Tan triste y tan bella !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF1IfFy-QRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6S-Me7WqLL4/s1600-h/ertyujk87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF1IfFy-QRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6S-Me7WqLL4/s320/ertyujk87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214403642534019346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma Solitude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pour avoir si souvent dormi avec ma solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Je m'en suis fait presque une amie, une douce habitude.&lt;br /&gt;Elle ne me quitte pas d'un pas, fidèle comme une ombre.&lt;br /&gt;Elle m'a suivi ça et là, aux quatres coins du monde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quand elle est au creux de mon lit, elle prend toute la place.&lt;br /&gt;Et nous passons de longues nuits, tous les deux face à face.&lt;br /&gt;Je ne sais vraiment pas jusqu'au ira cette complice.&lt;br /&gt;Faudra-t-il que j'y prenne goût ou que je réagisse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Par elle, j'ai autant appris que j'ai versé de larmes.&lt;br /&gt;Si parfois je la répudie, jamais elle ne désarme.&lt;br /&gt;Et, si je préferais l'amour d'une autre courtisane.&lt;br /&gt;Elle sera á mon dernier jour, ma dernière compagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Non, je ne suis jamais seul avec ma solitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Artista: Georges Moustaki&lt;br /&gt;Album: Live Au Dejazet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSZKO5K2eTE&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qSZKO5K2eTE&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6532757669529203943-7677090339911442869?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/7677090339911442869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=7677090339911442869' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7677090339911442869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7677090339911442869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/tan-triste-y-tan-bella.html' title='¡ Tan triste y tan bella !'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SF1IfFy-QRI/AAAAAAAAAQY/6S-Me7WqLL4/s72-c/ertyujk87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3667932409880140957</id><published>2008-06-19T19:37:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:37.966+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A veces sentimos que casi, casi se nos va el alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SFqbX-BYKcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i_25jogZ3FU/s1600-h/432d789ijhnbxxx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SFqbX-BYKcI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i_25jogZ3FU/s320/432d789ijhnbxxx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213650354722843074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De amor ya no se muere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si acaso nuestro amor de nuevo fracasara,&lt;br /&gt;tú sabes que sería lo peor que nos pasara.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hubo entre los dos no se hizo en un momento,&lt;br /&gt;a ti no te compré por eso no te vendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, tristemente tú,&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste cuando me alejé&lt;br /&gt;que de amor ya no se muere.&lt;br /&gt;Mas muriendo me marché.&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Tras un año he comprendido&lt;br /&gt;que, si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti no viviré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame también, no importa que nos vean.&lt;br /&gt;Si sabes que me hace tanto bien quizás comprendas,&lt;br /&gt;que se han de aprovechar todos los minutos,&lt;br /&gt;después nos faltarán si no vivimos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, que me ocultas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Si otro amor tuvieras dilo aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Como cuesta confesarlo,&lt;br /&gt;pues te veo sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;No podrás mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Tú tenías la razón quizás.&lt;br /&gt;Si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi se morirá.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dejas tú,&lt;br /&gt;nuestra historia tiene mal final.&lt;br /&gt;Que si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi se morirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…de amor ya no se muere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…de amor ya no se muere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…de amor ya no se muere…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gianni Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65IZ0z2Yncc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65IZ0z2Yncc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-3667932409880140957?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/3667932409880140957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=3667932409880140957' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2905218678938273923</id><published>2008-06-12T18:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:38.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para escucharla entre tus brazos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SFFNrjS_lBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ECRKzcPZtoQ/s1600-h/nbbbertsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211031654448993298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SFFNrjS_lBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ECRKzcPZtoQ/s320/nbbbertsss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre tus ojos y los míos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cubre a mi cama triste&lt;br /&gt;un manto suave&lt;br /&gt;tejido allá donde nadie sabe,&lt;br /&gt;con todo aquello que tú me diste.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que caminando&lt;br /&gt;busco tu encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;siento que solo tengo el aliento&lt;br /&gt;en todo lo que me sigues dando.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando se viste de oscuro&lt;br /&gt;el sueño tan puro que nos une tanto,&lt;br /&gt;canto para que allá donde estés&lt;br /&gt;recuerdes qué en la noche yo te esperaré&lt;br /&gt;que como la tinta al papel&lt;br /&gt;tu amor aún sacia mi sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunque llegue el invierno&lt;br /&gt;y no estés presente,&lt;br /&gt;te siento dentro porque bebemos&lt;br /&gt;del mismo agua en la misma fuente.&lt;br /&gt;Entre amargo lamento&lt;br /&gt;nuestro amor crece&lt;br /&gt;que toda nube que trae un viento,&lt;br /&gt;con otro viento desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;El tiempo, persigue la aurora&lt;br /&gt;y busco el momento y momento es ahora,&lt;br /&gt;de decirte que allá donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;recuerdes qué en la noche yo te esperaré,&lt;br /&gt;que como la tinta al papel&lt;br /&gt;tu amor aún sacia mi sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tus ojos y los míos,&lt;br /&gt;un puente hay sobre el vacío.&lt;br /&gt;Allá donde estés,&lt;br /&gt;recuerda que en la noche yo te esperaré,&lt;br /&gt;que como la tinta al papel&lt;br /&gt;tu amor aún sacia mi sed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete:Mónica Molina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Letra y música:Noël Molina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="244" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRyxeX3_EDk&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GRyxeX3_EDk&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="325" 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href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-escucharla-entre-tus-brazos.html' title='Para escucharla entre tus brazos'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SFFNrjS_lBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ECRKzcPZtoQ/s72-c/nbbbertsss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-355313328112664334</id><published>2008-06-11T18:23:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:18:48.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo has hecho durante todos estos años</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_8krHEosI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ebtZxXQwCzM/s1600-h/9poiuy56789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_8krHEosI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ebtZxXQwCzM/s320/9poiuy56789.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210661000868831938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Acompáñame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acompáñame porque puede suceder.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame,&lt;br /&gt;que me llegues a querer.&lt;br /&gt;Pon tu mano sobre mi mano&lt;br /&gt;y a tu lado&lt;br /&gt;todo el mundo correré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven conmigo, cierra los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;y en silencio, sin palabras,&lt;br /&gt;yo mil cosas te diré…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;br /&gt;Que tu amor es mi canción.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame, cerca de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Tú ya sabes que te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;que te espero&lt;br /&gt;y que no te olvidaré.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven conmigo, cierra los ojos&lt;br /&gt;y en silencio, sin palabras&lt;br /&gt;yo mil cosas te diré…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;br /&gt;Que tu amor es mi canción.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame, cerca de mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Tú, ya sabes que te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;que te espero,&lt;br /&gt;y que no te olvidaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;br /&gt;Acompáñame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rocío Durcal y Enrique Guzmán(1966)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Huh4w3ase4&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/355313328112664334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-has-hecho-durante-todos-estos-aos.html' title='Lo has hecho durante todos estos años'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_8krHEosI/AAAAAAAAAP4/ebtZxXQwCzM/s72-c/9poiuy56789.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7282346622066167417</id><published>2008-06-11T17:54:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:23:01.923+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando la escuchaba pensaba en ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_1yGEZR3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BhfO78jsAlk/s1600-h/6789plkjhgt6787980.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_1yGEZR3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BhfO78jsAlk/s320/6789plkjhgt6787980.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210653534862264178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El extranjero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Es con mi facha de extranjero,&lt;br /&gt;judío errante, y pastor griego&lt;br /&gt;con mis cabellos al azar.&lt;br /&gt;Y con mis ojos medio abiertos&lt;br /&gt;que hablan de mares y desiertos,&lt;br /&gt;y que te invitan a soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Es con mis manos de farsante,&lt;br /&gt;de embaucador y de feriante,&lt;br /&gt;que en los jardines va a robar.&lt;br /&gt;Y con mi boca que ha bebido,&lt;br /&gt;Y que ha besado y que ha mordido&lt;br /&gt;sin apagar su sed jamás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es con mi facha de extranjero,&lt;br /&gt;judío errante, y pastor griego,&lt;br /&gt;de vagabundo y de ladrón.&lt;br /&gt;Y con mi piel que se ha quemado&lt;br /&gt;bajo este sol y se ha entregado&lt;br /&gt;a los mil juegos del amor.&lt;br /&gt;Y con mi pecho que ha sentido&lt;br /&gt;del corazón cada latido&lt;br /&gt;y lo ha sabido hacer callar.&lt;br /&gt;Con mi alma enferma que no espera&lt;br /&gt;ni un purgatorio que la quiera&lt;br /&gt;para poderla así curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es con mi facha de extranjero&lt;br /&gt;judío errante, y pastor griego&lt;br /&gt;con mis cabellos al azar,&lt;br /&gt;que vengo a ti mi dulce amiga&lt;br /&gt;gran manantial en mi fatiga&lt;br /&gt;tus veinte años a buscar.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo seré si lo deseas&lt;br /&gt;príncipe azul con tus ideas,&lt;br /&gt;igual que tú puedo soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Y detener cada momento&lt;br /&gt;parar el sol, parar el viento&lt;br /&gt;vivir aquí la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Así contigo he de lograr&lt;br /&gt;vivir aquí la eternidad.&lt;br /&gt;Igual que tú se soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Georges Moustaki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Owo9nwH3S6U&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Owo9nwH3S6U&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-7282346622066167417?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/7282346622066167417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=7282346622066167417' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7282346622066167417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7282346622066167417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/cuando-la-escuchaba-pensaba-en-ti.html' title='Cuando la escuchaba pensaba en ti...'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SE_1yGEZR3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/BhfO78jsAlk/s72-c/6789plkjhgt6787980.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-5521958761483798260</id><published>2008-06-08T18:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:38.608+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La escuché tantas veces y pensaba...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEwKvtIS0KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K0YbGLghzIE/s1600-h/98764fgjbzxcv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEwKvtIS0KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K0YbGLghzIE/s320/98764fgjbzxcv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209550683645333666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bella sin alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Y ahora siéntate, en esta silla.&lt;br /&gt;Esta vez escúchame, sin interrumpirme.&lt;br /&gt;Hace tanto tiempo que, quiero decírtelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivir contigo, es ya inútil.&lt;br /&gt;Todo sin alegría, sin una lágrima.&lt;br /&gt;Nada que decirte, ni en el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;En tu trampa, también he caído.&lt;br /&gt;El amante próximo, tiene mi sitio.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre diablo ¡qué pena me da!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te haga el amor,&lt;br /&gt;te pedirá más y más.&lt;br /&gt;Se lo darás, porque lo haces así.&lt;br /&gt;Como disimulas, se te hace cómodo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora sé quién eres, y no sufro más.&lt;br /&gt;Y si nada crees, te lo demostraré.&lt;br /&gt;Y esta vez, tú lo recordarás.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora si desnúdate, como ya sabes tú.&lt;br /&gt;No te equivoques, no me importas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Tú me desearás, bella sin alma.&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Richard Cocciante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/waWn2ylvsic&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/waWn2ylvsic&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" 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href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-escuch-tantas-veces-y-pensaba.html' title='La escuché tantas veces y pensaba...'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEwKvtIS0KI/AAAAAAAAAPY/K0YbGLghzIE/s72-c/98764fgjbzxcv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-1927420077913611119</id><published>2008-06-06T19:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:38.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una delicia para ver y escuchar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEl0Mv2BG_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qr_iYhLVs-I/s1600-h/67uijnbfertyuiopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEl0Mv2BG_I/AAAAAAAAAPI/qr_iYhLVs-I/s320/67uijnbfertyuiopo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208822206380973042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;To tell the story of how great a love can be&lt;br /&gt;The sweet love story that is older than the sea&lt;br /&gt;The simple truth about the love she brings to me&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her first hello&lt;br /&gt;She gave a meaning to this empty world of mine&lt;br /&gt;There’d never be another love, another time&lt;br /&gt;She came into my life and made the living fine&lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fills my heart with very special things&lt;br /&gt;With angel songs, with wild imaginings&lt;br /&gt;She fills my soul with so much love&lt;br /&gt;That anywhere I go, I’m never lonely&lt;br /&gt;With her along who could be lonely&lt;br /&gt;I reach for her hand, it’s always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*How long does it last&lt;br /&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers now but this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll need her till the stars all burn away&lt;br /&gt;And she’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;How long does it last&lt;br /&gt;Can love be measured by the hours in a day&lt;br /&gt;I have no answers now but this much I can say&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll need her till the stars all burn away&lt;br /&gt;And she’ll be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Andy Williams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxEazBfPVFg&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZxEazBfPVFg&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="225" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-1927420077913611119?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/1927420077913611119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=1927420077913611119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6816153090350310962</id><published>2008-06-03T18:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:27:45.190+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Qué recuerdos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEVvio6Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/brzrttNvtTo/s1600-h/78ijhg8987654erfg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEVvio6Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/brzrttNvtTo/s320/78ijhg8987654erfg.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207691185012444050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PIEL DE ÁNGEL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy, como mañana y como siempre,&lt;br /&gt;y de Enero a Diciembre,&lt;br /&gt;una cama blanca como la nieve eee eeee,&lt;br /&gt;será nuestro refugio de seis a nueve eee eeee,&lt;br /&gt;...de seis a nueve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiempo de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor a oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;que tan sólo un cigarrillo,&lt;br /&gt;de vez en cuando alumbra aaa aaaa,&lt;br /&gt;ese amor que vive en penumbra aaa aaa,&lt;br /&gt;...que vive en penumbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, tengo que amarte.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, como un cobarde.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, cada tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma vibra, mi cuerpo arde.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, cada tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Te siento, piel de Ángel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos conversación predilecta&lt;br /&gt;de gente que se cree perfecta.&lt;br /&gt;Somos de esos amores eees eeees,&lt;br /&gt;prohibidos a menores eees eeees,&lt;br /&gt;...por ser como son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas tengo que amarte.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas como un cobarde.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, cada tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Mi alma vibra , mi cuerpo arde.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas , cada tarde,&lt;br /&gt;te siento piel de Ángel.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, piel de Ángel.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo que amarte como un cobarde.&lt;br /&gt;A escondidas, cada tarde…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camilo Sesto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FFrjxvHCOc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7FFrjxvHCOc&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-6816153090350310962?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/6816153090350310962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=6816153090350310962' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6816153090350310962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6816153090350310962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/qu-recuerdos.html' title='¡Qué recuerdos!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEVvio6Zi5I/AAAAAAAAAOw/brzrttNvtTo/s72-c/78ijhg8987654erfg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-4708676094783986447</id><published>2008-06-02T19:07:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:39.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La canta mi corazón desde hace ... años</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEQrTI6Zi3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/eEGm9JuwaHQ/s1600-h/643rtyuiojhgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207334676957072242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEQrTI6Zi3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/eEGm9JuwaHQ/s320/643rtyuiojhgf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love, this is my song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is my heart so light?&lt;br /&gt;Why are the stars so bright?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky so blue,&lt;br /&gt;Since the hour I met you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers are smiling bright.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling for our delight.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling so tenderly,&lt;br /&gt;For all the world, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know why the world is smiling,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling so tenderly.&lt;br /&gt;It hears the same old story,&lt;br /&gt;Through all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, this is my song.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song, a serenade to you.&lt;br /&gt;The world cannot be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;If in this world, there is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care not what the world may say.&lt;br /&gt;Without your love, there is no day.&lt;br /&gt;So, love, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song, a serenade to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I care not what the world may say.&lt;br /&gt;Without your love, there is no day.&lt;br /&gt;So, love, this is my song,&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song, a serenade to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written by: Charlie Chaplin&lt;br /&gt;Performed by: Petula Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8XmLuTmKIM&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V8XmLuTmKIM&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-4708676094783986447?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/4708676094783986447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=4708676094783986447' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/4708676094783986447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/4708676094783986447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/06/la-canta-mi-corazn-desde-hace-aos.html' title='La canta mi corazón desde hace ... años'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEQrTI6Zi3I/AAAAAAAAAOg/eEGm9JuwaHQ/s72-c/643rtyuiojhgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-5162079597692286255</id><published>2008-06-01T16:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:39.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay que mirar hacia delante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEKy246ZizI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n5-CA8h1KEs/s1600-h/2eeeeeeeeeeeertgb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SEKy246ZizI/AAAAAAAAAOA/n5-CA8h1KEs/s320/2eeeeeeeeeeeertgb.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206920775253723954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;De amor ya no se muere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Si acaso nuestro amor de nuevo fracasara,&lt;br /&gt;tú sabes que sería lo peor que nos pasara.&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hubo entre los dos no se hizo en un momento,&lt;br /&gt;a ti no te compré por eso no te vendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, tristemente tú,&lt;br /&gt;me dijiste cuando me alejé&lt;br /&gt;que de amor ya no se muere.&lt;br /&gt;Mas muriendo me marché.&lt;br /&gt;Pero estoy aquí,&lt;br /&gt;tras un año he comprendido&lt;br /&gt;que, si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;yo sin ti no viviré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abrázame también, no importa que nos vean.&lt;br /&gt;Si sabes que me hace tanto bien quizás comprendas,&lt;br /&gt;que se han de aprovechar todos los minutos,&lt;br /&gt;después nos faltarán si no vivimos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Tú, que me ocultas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Si otro amor tuvieras dilo aquí.&lt;br /&gt;Como cuesta confesarlo,&lt;br /&gt;pues te veo sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;No podrás mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Tú tenías la razón quizás.&lt;br /&gt;Si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi se morirá.&lt;br /&gt;Si me dejas tú,&lt;br /&gt;nuestra historia tiene mal final.&lt;br /&gt;Que si de amor ya no se muere,&lt;br /&gt;algo en mi se morirá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…de amor ya no se muere…&lt;br /&gt;…de amor ya no se muere…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gianni Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65IZ0z2Yncc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65IZ0z2Yncc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-5162079597692286255?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/5162079597692286255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7299272668369130210</id><published>2008-05-28T18:24:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:36:42.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fue precisamente aquel día de agosto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2IB0BpTQI/AAAAAAAAANw/rI9A--oaGZY/s1600-h/y5678olkjh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2IB0BpTQI/AAAAAAAAANw/rI9A--oaGZY/s320/y5678olkjh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205466309036952834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It´s now or never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's now or never,&lt;br /&gt;come hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me my darling,&lt;br /&gt;be mine tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be too late,&lt;br /&gt;it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw you&lt;br /&gt;with your smile so tender.&lt;br /&gt;My heart was captured,&lt;br /&gt;my soul surrendered&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the right time.&lt;br /&gt;Now that your near&lt;br /&gt;the time is here at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never,&lt;br /&gt;come hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me my darling,&lt;br /&gt;be mine tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be too late,&lt;br /&gt;it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a willow,&lt;br /&gt;we would cry an ocean.&lt;br /&gt;If we lost true love&lt;br /&gt;and sweet devotion.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips excite me,&lt;br /&gt;let your arms invite me.&lt;br /&gt;For who knows when&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet again this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never,&lt;br /&gt;come hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me my darling,&lt;br /&gt;be mine tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be too late,&lt;br /&gt;it's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait.&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;My love won't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnm0dLThp9c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lnm0dLThp9c&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6532757669529203943-7299272668369130210?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/7299272668369130210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=7299272668369130210' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/7299272668369130210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2BmUBpTPI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-fJ1XXFWAI/s1600-h/567yujuhgfdes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205459239520783602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2BmUBpTPI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-fJ1XXFWAI/s320/567yujuhgfdes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't help falling in love&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wise men say&lt;br /&gt;only fools rush in&lt;br /&gt;but I can't help falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Shall I stay&lt;br /&gt;would it be a sin&lt;br /&gt;If I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a river flows surely to the sea&lt;br /&gt;Darling so it goes&lt;br /&gt;Some things are meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand, take my whole life too&lt;br /&gt;for I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;For I can't help falling in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2BmUBpTPI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-fJ1XXFWAI/s1600-h/567yujuhgfdes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205459239520783602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 84px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SD2BmUBpTPI/AAAAAAAAANo/J-fJ1XXFWAI/s320/567yujuhgfdes2.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;No puedo evitar enamorarme&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los hombres sabios dicen que&lt;br /&gt;solo los tontos se apresuran&lt;br /&gt;pero no puedo evitar enamorarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;debería quedarme?&lt;br /&gt;Sería un pecado?&lt;br /&gt;Si no puedo evitar enamorarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un río fluye seguramente al mar&lt;br /&gt;Querida así es&lt;br /&gt;Algunas cosas están destinadas a suceder&lt;br /&gt;Toma mi mano Toma mi vida entera también&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no puedo evitar enamorarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un río fluye seguramente al mar&lt;br /&gt;Querida así es&lt;br /&gt;Algunas cosas están destinadas a suceder&lt;br /&gt;Toma mi mano Toma mi vida entera también&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no puedo evitar enamorarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;Ya que no puedo evitar enamorarme de ti.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Elvis Presley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFSfdL5lPoY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LFSfdL5lPoY&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A ti, mujer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te encontré en un sitio muy lejano&lt;br /&gt;con las manos extendidas&lt;br /&gt;buscando mi calor.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada en un momento ya fue mía,&lt;br /&gt;un segundo infinito&lt;br /&gt;que vivimos tú y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y aquel día yo te amé.&lt;br /&gt;Y aquel día fuiste mujer&lt;br /&gt;por primera vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, mujer,&lt;br /&gt;donde quieras que tú estés&lt;br /&gt;mujer, mujer,&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no viva contigo,&lt;br /&gt;en sueños te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, mujer&lt;br /&gt;donde quiera que tú estés&lt;br /&gt;mujer, mujer&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no viva contigo,&lt;br /&gt;en sueños te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me fui sin saberlo de tu vida,&lt;br /&gt;poco a poco la distancia&lt;br /&gt;fue más grande entre los dos.&lt;br /&gt;Tú cumplías aquel día veinte años&lt;br /&gt;y ocultabas en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;mi promesa de volver.&lt;br /&gt;Pero recuerdas que yo te amé&lt;br /&gt;y que en mis brazos fuiste mujer&lt;br /&gt;por primera vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, mujer&lt;br /&gt;donde quieras que tú estés&lt;br /&gt;mujer, mujer&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no viva contigo,&lt;br /&gt;en sueños te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;A ti, mujer&lt;br /&gt;donde quiera que tú estés&lt;br /&gt;mujer, mujer&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no viva contigo,&lt;br /&gt;en sueños te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ti, mujer&lt;br /&gt;donde quieras que tú estés&lt;br /&gt;mujer, mujer&lt;br /&gt;yo te llevo a flor de piel&lt;br /&gt;y aunque no viva contigo&lt;br /&gt;en sueños te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En sueños.&lt;br /&gt;Te amaré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Juan Camacho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4RpuWblbpY&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o4RpuWblbpY&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6532757669529203943-7353738828599812684?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/7353738828599812684/comments/default' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7755663324806420486</id><published>2008-05-24T22:50:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:47:06.309+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Tan dulce!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDiCLUBpTLI/AAAAAAAAANI/MuvQc6t50ts/s1600-h/3uoiu09876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDiCLUBpTLI/AAAAAAAAANI/MuvQc6t50ts/s320/3uoiu09876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204052500292390066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mis manos en tu cintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No has de sufrir,&lt;br /&gt;si escuchas de mis quince años el cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Y ausente estés de las cosas que&lt;br /&gt;mi adolescencia fue a soñar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capricho fue que sin querer&lt;br /&gt;ya preparaba este amor.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso así yo te lo cuento&lt;br /&gt;y te lo canto a media voz.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso así yo te lo cuento&lt;br /&gt;y te lo canto a media voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis manos en tu cintura,&lt;br /&gt;pero mírame con dulzor,&lt;br /&gt;porque tendrás la aventura&lt;br /&gt;de ser tu mi mejor canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En chicas que yo conocí&lt;br /&gt;ya un algo tuyo yo busqué.&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando al fin yo te hallé&lt;br /&gt;en tu besar ya pude comprender,&lt;br /&gt;que eras tú la fábula&lt;br /&gt;que iluminaba mi soñar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este amor es una pena&lt;br /&gt;que siendo hermoso tenga un final.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este amor es una pena&lt;br /&gt;que siendo hermoso tenga un final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis manos en tu cintura,&lt;br /&gt;pero mírame con dulzor,&lt;br /&gt;porque tendrás la aventura&lt;br /&gt;de ser tu mi mejor canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis manos en tu cintura,&lt;br /&gt;pero mírame con dulzor,&lt;br /&gt;porque tendrás la aventura&lt;br /&gt;de ser tu mi mejor canción.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;De Adamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeNGDVwj3p8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LeNGDVwj3p8&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/tan-dulce.html' title='¡Tan dulce!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDiCLUBpTLI/AAAAAAAAANI/MuvQc6t50ts/s72-c/3uoiu09876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-209461544466713173</id><published>2008-05-22T19:32:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T16:53:46.654+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti Po, porque eres distinto y especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvWkBpTII/AAAAAAAAAMw/xNts7oW9EoI/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257746659036290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvWkBpTII/AAAAAAAAAMw/xNts7oW9EoI/s320/45678udxzqwrt2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que no se rompa la noche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que no se rompa la noche,&lt;br /&gt;por favor, que no se rompa.&lt;br /&gt;Que no se rompa la noche,&lt;br /&gt;por favor, que no se rompa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sea serena y larga,&lt;br /&gt;como el tallo de la rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Que sea de luna blanca,&lt;br /&gt;con su escarcha y con sus sombras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo que amarte mucho,&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que amarte tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Que si la noche no acaba,&lt;br /&gt;yo te voy a enloquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo que amarte mucho,&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que amarte tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Que si la noche no acaba,&lt;br /&gt;yo te voy a enloquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque guardo un mundo de inquietos deseos,&lt;br /&gt;porque guardo sueños, caricias y besos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque guardo tanto, tanto,&lt;br /&gt;tanto que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;si no se rompe la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;si no se rompe la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="38" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" width="42" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no se rompa la noche,&lt;br /&gt;que no llegue la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Que no se rompa la noche,&lt;br /&gt;que no llegue la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no se oculte la estrella&lt;br /&gt;ni la luna en tu ventana.&lt;br /&gt;Que sea una noche eterna,&lt;br /&gt;una noche larga, larga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo que amarte mucho,&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que amarte tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Que si la noche no acaba,&lt;br /&gt;yo te voy a enloquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tengo que amarte mucho,&lt;br /&gt;que tengo que amarte tanto.&lt;br /&gt;Que si la noche no acaba,&lt;br /&gt;yo te voy a enloquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque guardo un mundo de inquietos deseos,&lt;br /&gt;porque guardo sueños, caricias y besos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque guardo tanto, tanto,&lt;br /&gt;tanto que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;si no se rompe la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;si no se rompe la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mañana por la mañana&lt;br /&gt;si no se rompe la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haremos locura nuevas,&lt;br /&gt;con el amor que nos sobre. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s1600-h/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203257918457728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 40px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="35" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvgkBpTJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/V6prbHmerFg/s320/45678udxzqwrt3.bmp" width="28" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Julio Iglesias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMkLwoKc__s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KMkLwoKc__s&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-ti-po-porque-eres-distinto-y.html' title='Para ti Po, porque eres distinto y especial'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWvWkBpTII/AAAAAAAAAMw/xNts7oW9EoI/s72-c/45678udxzqwrt2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-5021325153913879091</id><published>2008-05-22T18:16:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:03:49.709+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para todos los que han tenido que hacer cambios en sus vidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWdzEBpTGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zHZkVo-H3IE/s1600-h/dfrgbbbbb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203238445076008034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWdzEBpTGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zHZkVo-H3IE/s320/dfrgbbbbb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Volver a comenzar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despertar con la luz de la mañana&lt;br /&gt;y renovar otro día mas la fuerza&lt;br /&gt;para amar en tiempos revueltos.&lt;br /&gt;Descubrir sin quererlo así lo frágil que es vivir&lt;br /&gt;decidiendo a cada paso un porvenir&lt;br /&gt;de futuro incierto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s1600-h/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203239364199009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s320/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es sencillo avanzar olvidando lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;cuando tanto se ha dado por perdido&lt;br /&gt;y el camino es volver a comenzar.&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al viento por todo el que venció su desaliento.&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al mar por todo aquel que tuvo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;para empezar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s1600-h/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203239364199009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s320/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decidir avanzar en el camino&lt;br /&gt;sin dejar que el pasado ni el destino&lt;br /&gt;puedan destruir una vida honesta.&lt;br /&gt;Revolver alegrías y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;y entender que es verdad que sólo el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;nos dará todas las respuestas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s1600-h/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203239364199009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s320/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No es sencillo avanzar olvidando lo vivido&lt;br /&gt;cuando tanto se ha dado por perdido&lt;br /&gt;y el camino es volver a comenzar.&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al viento por todo el que venció su desaliento.&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al mar por todo aquel que tuvo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;para empezar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s1600-h/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203239364199009394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDWeokBpTHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/s_jTXGsPVuU/s320/dfrgbbbbb2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al viento por todo el que venció su desaliento.&lt;br /&gt;Le canto al mar por todo aquel que tuvo que olvidar&lt;br /&gt;para empezar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor: Noel Molina&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: Nuria Fergó &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6964496096455508392</id><published>2008-05-21T20:34:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:12:48.032+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Para los que aún están y los que ya no</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSLF_hvANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5tB57oWP_8/s1600-h/wq235tg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202936404588298450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSLF_hvANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5tB57oWP_8/s320/wq235tg.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amar en tiempos revueltos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hubo que aprender&lt;br /&gt;A llevar y a tener&lt;br /&gt;El corazón y el mar heridos&lt;br /&gt;Días de avidez, de hambre y escasez&lt;br /&gt;De vencedores y vencidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubo que aprender&lt;br /&gt;A ganar y a perder&lt;br /&gt;A fuerza de amor y coraje&lt;br /&gt;Días de un ayer&lt;br /&gt;Marcado para ser&lt;br /&gt;Vivido sin equipaje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revuelos&lt;br /&gt;Tiempos de ruina y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revueltos&lt;br /&gt;Por vientos que trajo un mar&lt;br /&gt;De batallas por contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuve que aprender&lt;br /&gt;Que el odio y el querer&lt;br /&gt;No tienen patria ni bandera&lt;br /&gt;Tuve que vivir con tu presencia&lt;br /&gt;Y pagar el precio de la espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revuelos&lt;br /&gt;Tiempos de ruina y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revueltos&lt;br /&gt;Por vientos que trajo un mar&lt;br /&gt;De batallas por contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revuelos&lt;br /&gt;Tiempos de ruina y lamentos&lt;br /&gt;Amar en tiempos revueltos&lt;br /&gt;Por vientos que trajo un mar&lt;br /&gt;De batallas por contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s1600-h/wq235tg4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202940592181412098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSO5vhvAQI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/nWTlIenQvB8/s320/wq235tg4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De batallas por contar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor: Noel Molina&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: Mónica Molina &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MphHyZhgV9I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MphHyZhgV9I&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-6964496096455508392?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDSLF_hvANI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_5tB57oWP_8/s72-c/wq235tg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-33396202936941260</id><published>2008-05-20T16:43:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:42.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Qué juventud!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPx0fhu_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xHjd84HY8FA/s1600-h/000017fh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202767878661537746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPx0fhu_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xHjd84HY8FA/s320/000017fh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soy Rebelde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yo soy rebelde&lt;br /&gt;porque el mundo me ha hecho así&lt;br /&gt;porque nadie me ha tratado con amor&lt;br /&gt;porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy rebelde&lt;br /&gt;porque siempre sin razón&lt;br /&gt;me negaron todo aquello que pedí&lt;br /&gt;y me dieron solamente incomprensión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera ser como el niño aquel&lt;br /&gt;como el hombre aquel que es feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera dar lo que hay en mi&lt;br /&gt;todo a cambio de una amistad.&lt;br /&gt;Y soñar, y vivir&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar el rencor&lt;br /&gt;y cantar, y reír&lt;br /&gt;y sentir solo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy rebelde&lt;br /&gt;porque el mundo me ha hecho así&lt;br /&gt;porque nadie me ha tratado con amor&lt;br /&gt;porque nadie me ha querido nunca oír.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera ser como el niño aquel&lt;br /&gt;como el hombre aquel que es feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera dar lo que hay en mi&lt;br /&gt;todo a cambio de una amistad .&lt;br /&gt;Y soñar, y vivir&lt;br /&gt;y olvidar el rencor&lt;br /&gt;y cantar, y reír&lt;br /&gt;y sentir solo amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeanette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8l8_9LdFThA&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/LJ-EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/desdemiteclado/pic/000017fh/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/desdemiteclado/pic/000017fh/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-33396202936941260?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/33396202936941260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=33396202936941260' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/33396202936941260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/33396202936941260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/maravillosa-juventud.html' title='¡Qué juventud!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPx0fhu_9I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/xHjd84HY8FA/s72-c/000017fh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3182932040888362474</id><published>2008-05-20T16:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:19:47.837+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Me encanta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyXvhu_-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wCguodnUOSk/s1600-h/000024y1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202768484251926498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyXvhu_-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wCguodnUOSk/s320/000024y1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To ease my mind&lt;br /&gt;I need to find, find someone to call mine&lt;br /&gt;But mama said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;br /&gt;But It’s a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;You got to trust, give it time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many heartaches&lt;br /&gt;Must I stand before I find a love&lt;br /&gt;To let me live again&lt;br /&gt;Right now the only thing&lt;br /&gt;That keeps me hangin’ on&lt;br /&gt;When I feel my strength, yeah&lt;br /&gt;It’s almost gone&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;br /&gt;But It’s a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long must I wait&lt;br /&gt;How much more can I take&lt;br /&gt;Before loneliness will cause my heart&lt;br /&gt;Heart to break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I can’t bear to live my life alone&lt;br /&gt;I grow impatient for a love to call my own&lt;br /&gt;But when I feel that I, I can’t go on&lt;br /&gt;These precious words keeps me hangin’ on&lt;br /&gt;I remember mama said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;br /&gt;But It’s a game of give and take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said trust, give it time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, love, love, don’t come easy&lt;br /&gt;But I keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating for that soft voice&lt;br /&gt;To talk to me at night&lt;br /&gt;For some tender arms&lt;br /&gt;To hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I keep waiting&lt;br /&gt;I keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t easy&lt;br /&gt;But mama said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said to trust, give it time&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can’t hurry love&lt;br /&gt;No, you just have to wait&lt;br /&gt;She said love don’t come easy&lt;br /&gt;But It’s a game of give and take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Supremes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UQQ2jPm0CO4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3182932040888362474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/me-encanta.html' title='¡Me encanta!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyXvhu_-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/wCguodnUOSk/s72-c/000024y1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6454017015659084639</id><published>2008-05-20T16:39:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:42.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Para siempre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyyvhu__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ieEQmN5OSQw/s1600-h/00003ckz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202768948108394482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyyvhu__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ieEQmN5OSQw/s320/00003ckz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smoke Gets In Your Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;They asked me how i knew my true love was true&lt;br /&gt;i of course replied "something here inside cannot be denied".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said "someday you'll find all who love are blind"&lt;br /&gt;when your heart's on fire, you must realize smoke gets in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i *chaffed* them and i gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love&lt;br /&gt;yet today my love has flown away, i am without my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now laughing friends deride tears i cannot hide&lt;br /&gt;so i smile and say "when a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke gets in your eyes, smoke gets in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Smoke-gets-in-your-eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Platters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/57tK6aQS_H0&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/LJ-EMBED&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-6454017015659084639?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/6454017015659084639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=6454017015659084639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6454017015659084639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6454017015659084639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/para-siempre.html' title='¡Para siempre!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPyyvhu__I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ieEQmN5OSQw/s72-c/00003ckz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2350155592750068738</id><published>2008-05-20T16:36:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:29:36.165+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Con mucho gusto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzHvhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jDsnV8I2Kzc/s1600-h/00004erc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202769308885647362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzHvhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jDsnV8I2Kzc/s320/00004erc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Sounds of Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hello darkness, my old friend,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come to talk with you again,&lt;br /&gt;Because a vision softly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;Left its seeds while I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;And the vision that was planted in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Still remains&lt;br /&gt;Within the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;In restless dreams I walked alone&lt;br /&gt;Narrow streets of cobblestone,&lt;br /&gt;‘Neath the halo of a street lamp,&lt;br /&gt;I turned my collar to the cold and damp&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light&lt;br /&gt;That split the night&lt;br /&gt;And touched the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;And in the naked light I saw&lt;br /&gt;Ten thousand people, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;People talking without speaking,&lt;br /&gt;People hearing without listening,&lt;br /&gt;People writing songs that voices never share&lt;br /&gt;And no one dare&lt;br /&gt;Disturb the sound of silence.&lt;br /&gt;“Fools” said I, “You do not know&lt;br /&gt;Silence like a cancer grows.&lt;br /&gt;Hear my words that I might teach you,&lt;br /&gt;Take my arms that I might reach you.”&lt;br /&gt;But my words like silent raindrops fell,&lt;br /&gt;And echoed&lt;br /&gt;In the wells of silence&lt;br /&gt;And the people bowed and prayed&lt;br /&gt;To the neon god they made.&lt;br /&gt;And the sign flashed out its warning,&lt;br /&gt;In the words that it was forming.&lt;br /&gt;And the sign said, “The words of the prophets&lt;br /&gt;are written on the subway walls&lt;br /&gt;And tenement halls.”&lt;br /&gt;And whispered in the sounds of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZGWQauQOAQ&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eZGWQauQOAQ&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-2350155592750068738?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/2350155592750068738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=2350155592750068738' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/2350155592750068738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/2350155592750068738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/con-mucho-gusto.html' title='Con mucho gusto'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzHvhvAAI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jDsnV8I2Kzc/s72-c/00004erc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6202122175390798410</id><published>2008-05-20T16:35:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:33:50.818+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Con mucha pasión!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzafhvABI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H7hGGXypw4s/s1600-h/00006epq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202769631008194578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzafhvABI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H7hGGXypw4s/s320/00006epq.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quererte a ti es como querer&lt;br /&gt;arrancarle un quejido al viento,&lt;br /&gt;un beso al vacío&lt;br /&gt;y una sonrisa al silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti es conjugar&lt;br /&gt;el verbo amar en soledad,&lt;br /&gt;un te quiero sin respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;y no querer ver&lt;br /&gt;que mis caricias te molestan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;es querer ganar el cielo por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Es haber perdido el miedo al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Es luchar contra nadie en la batalla&lt;br /&gt;y ahogar el fuego que me nace en las entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti, quererte a ti,&lt;br /&gt;es callar y esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;es querer ganar el cielo por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Es haber perdido el miedo al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Es luchar contra nadie en la batalla&lt;br /&gt;y ahogar el fuego que me nace en las entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti, quererte a ti, quererte a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Alimentar la palabra ternura&lt;br /&gt;y esconder mis lágrimas en las espaldas,&lt;br /&gt;de mis noches en blanco y a oscuras,&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas de celos y dudas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De nada sirve que yo te llore.&lt;br /&gt;De nada sirve que yo te implore.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta cuándo y hasta dónde&lt;br /&gt;tengo que esperar que de mí te enamores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;es querer ganar el cielo por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Es haber perdido el miedo al dolor.&lt;br /&gt;Es luchar contra nadie en la batalla&lt;br /&gt;y ahogar el fuego que me nace en las entrañas.&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti, quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;es callar y esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quererte a ti&lt;br /&gt;es querer ganar el cielo por amor.&lt;br /&gt;Es haber perdido el miedo al dolor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ángela Carrasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-nP7CYDnCw&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i-nP7CYDnCw&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-6202122175390798410?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/6202122175390798410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=6202122175390798410' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6202122175390798410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/6202122175390798410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/con-mucha-pasin.html' title='¡Con mucha pasión!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPzafhvABI/AAAAAAAAAKY/H7hGGXypw4s/s72-c/00006epq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3526801410188218402</id><published>2008-05-20T16:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:43.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Preciosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPz0_hvACI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5up49PRRCgs/s1600-h/00007920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202770086274727970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPz0_hvACI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5up49PRRCgs/s320/00007920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tú&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en los dos videoclips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tú, por aquí, por allá, el amor servido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y tú, dime sí, si te va, mi camastro es fuerte&lt;br /&gt;y tú, más liviana y sutil, que la goma espuma,&lt;br /&gt;tú, no sé si tu estarás, me voy desnudando,&lt;br /&gt;tú, que te importa mi edad, soy un tipo extraño&lt;br /&gt;y tú, ven aquí, qué más da, vista desde cerca&lt;br /&gt;tú, eres mucho mejor, beso de un minuto&lt;br /&gt;tú, no lo das, no lo das, cómo es que has venido&lt;br /&gt;tú, que me quemas y yo que ya empiezo a vacilar&lt;br /&gt;en un tris de locura, suficientemente mal,&lt;br /&gt;que no se, si eres mía, si haces el amor, te cantaré&lt;br /&gt;como si fueras melodía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaré, y al caminar despertaré, al mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;le hablaré de todo lo que es mío de ti, muchacha triste,&lt;br /&gt;cantaré, diré a la lluvia que al caer, amaine el soplo del viento&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo sólo sea azul, y me sonrías tú….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú, no serás tal vez tú, una pizca de jabón, que te deslizarás,&lt;br /&gt;dime que hace tiempo ya, necesitas de mi,&lt;br /&gt;que respiras con mi voz, dime que no eres tú, solo un&lt;br /&gt;espejismo, tú….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaré, y al caminar despertaré, al mundo entero&lt;br /&gt;le hablaré de todo lo que es mío, de ti, muchacha triste,&lt;br /&gt;cantaré, diré a la lluvia que al caer, amaine el soplo del viento,&lt;br /&gt;que el cielo sólo sea azul, y me sonrías tú…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umberto Tozzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Se puede escuchar la canción en cualquiera de los dos videoclips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eq1CS91CACw&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" align="center" embedid="9"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZzqBNkHNVp4&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" embedid="9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/LJ-EMBED&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-3526801410188218402?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/3526801410188218402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=3526801410188218402' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3526801410188218402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3526801410188218402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/preciosa.html' title='¡Preciosa!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDPz0_hvACI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5up49PRRCgs/s72-c/00007920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-4480951442154111768</id><published>2008-05-20T16:29:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:43.146+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonito nombre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0LPhvADI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kB4yIYnFBd0/s1600-h/00008zwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202770468526817330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0LPhvADI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kB4yIYnFBd0/s320/00008zwy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DELILAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw the light on the night that I passed by her window&lt;br /&gt;I saw the flickering shadow of love on her blind&lt;br /&gt;She was my woman&lt;br /&gt;As she decieved me I watched and went out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;My my my Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why why why Delilah&lt;br /&gt;I could see, that girl was no good for me&lt;br /&gt;But I was lost like a slave that no man could free&lt;br /&gt;At break of day when that man drove away I was waiting&lt;br /&gt;I crossed the street to her house and she opened the door&lt;br /&gt;She stood there laughing&lt;br /&gt;I felt the knife in my hand and she laughed no more&lt;br /&gt;My my my Delilah&lt;br /&gt;Why why why Delilah&lt;br /&gt;So before they come to break down the door&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me Delilah I just couldn’t take any more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De Tom Jones &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8a_T3U1rg2I&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/LJ-EMBED&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-4480951442154111768?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/4480951442154111768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=4480951442154111768' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/4480951442154111768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/4480951442154111768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/bonito-nombre.html' title='Bonito nombre'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0LPhvADI/AAAAAAAAAKo/kB4yIYnFBd0/s72-c/00008zwy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3261522824300058618</id><published>2008-05-20T16:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T17:46:21.117+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Entran ganas de bailar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0jPhvAEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EoL-jL18Shg/s1600-h/0000a9yz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202770880843677762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0jPhvAEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EoL-jL18Shg/s320/0000a9yz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Down Town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you’re alone and life is making you lonely&lt;br /&gt;You can always go - downtown.&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve got worries all the noise and the hurry&lt;br /&gt;Seems to help&lt;br /&gt;I know - downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to the music of the traffic in the city.&lt;br /&gt;Linger on the sidewalk where the neon signs are pretty&lt;br /&gt;How can you lose?&lt;br /&gt;The lights are much brighter there&lt;br /&gt;you can forget all your troubles&lt;br /&gt;Forget all your cares&lt;br /&gt;so go - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Things will be great when you’re - downtown&lt;br /&gt;No finer place for sure - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Everything’s waiting for you - downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you may find somebody kind to help and understand you&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is just like you&lt;br /&gt;and needs a gentle hand to guide them along.&lt;br /&gt;So maybe I’ll see you there&lt;br /&gt;we can forget all our troubles&lt;br /&gt;Forget all our cares&lt;br /&gt;so go - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Things will be great when you’re - downtown&lt;br /&gt;don’t wait a minute more - downtown&lt;br /&gt;Everything is waiting for you -&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;Downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Petula Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUSYb3igXzI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WUSYb3igXzI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-3261522824300058618?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/3261522824300058618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=3261522824300058618' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3261522824300058618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3261522824300058618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/entran-ganas-de-bailar.html' title='Entran ganas de bailar'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP0jPhvAEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/EoL-jL18Shg/s72-c/0000a9yz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7527579582166670750</id><published>2008-05-20T16:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:43.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Casi te embriaga</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP03vhvAFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RJN3utDsvxU/s1600-h/0000bqq5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202771233030996050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP03vhvAFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RJN3utDsvxU/s320/0000bqq5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VINO GRIEGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era ya tarde en la fría noche de la gran ciudad.&lt;br /&gt;Volvía a casa cuando de pronto vi luz en un bar.&lt;br /&gt;No lo dudé, hacía frio en él entré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pareció como si de repente fuera otro país.&lt;br /&gt;Aquella gente, aquella música nueva para mi.&lt;br /&gt;Un hombre viejo se me acercó y así me habló:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a brindar con vino griego de mi tierra natal.&lt;br /&gt;El vino rojo que me hará recordar&lt;br /&gt;un pueblo blanco que dejé detrás del mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ven a brindar con vino griego y te voy a cantar&lt;br /&gt;viejas canciones que nos hacen soñar&lt;br /&gt;con el momento de volver al hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellos me hablaron del día que tuvieron que partir.&lt;br /&gt;De cómo padres hermanos y novias quedaron allí.&lt;br /&gt;Y allí quedó, de todos ellos, el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Quizás un día les llegue la fortuna a sonreír.&lt;br /&gt;Muy pronto nadie recordará que estuvo aquí&lt;br /&gt;y volverán al pueblo blanco, al hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a brindar con vino griego de mi tierra natal.&lt;br /&gt;El vino rojo que me hará recordar&lt;br /&gt;un pueblo blanco que dejé detrás del mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ven a brindar con vino griego y te voy a cantar&lt;br /&gt;viejas canciones que nos hacen soñar&lt;br /&gt;con el momento de volver al hogar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a brindar con vino griego de mi tierra natal.&lt;br /&gt;El vino rojo que me hará recordar&lt;br /&gt;un pueblo blanco que dejé detrás del mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Velez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="ljembed" align="center" embedid="13"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="14"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0GJzQFGQZF0&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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te embriaga'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP03vhvAFI/AAAAAAAAAK4/RJN3utDsvxU/s72-c/0000bqq5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-7197216424394069622</id><published>2008-05-20T16:22:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:43.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un paraiso maravilloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP1N_hvAGI/AAAAAAAAALA/v0H7zlBlRe8/s1600-h/0000cw8d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202771615283085410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SDP1N_hvAGI/AAAAAAAAALA/v0H7zlBlRe8/s320/0000cw8d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ASTURIAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asturias si yo pudiera,&lt;br /&gt;si yo supiera cantarte.&lt;br /&gt;Asturias verde de montes,&lt;br /&gt;y negra de minerales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy un hombre del sur,&lt;br /&gt;polvo, sol, fatiga y hambre,&lt;br /&gt;hambre de paz y horizontes,&lt;br /&gt;hambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo la piel resecada,&lt;br /&gt;ríos sólidos de sangre,&lt;br /&gt;y el corazón asfixiado,&lt;br /&gt;sin venas para aliviarte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los ojos, ciegos los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;ciegos de tanto mirarte,&lt;br /&gt;sin verte Asturias del alma,&lt;br /&gt;hija de mi misma madre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos veces, dos ha tenido,&lt;br /&gt;ocasión para jugarte,&lt;br /&gt;la vida en una partida,&lt;br /&gt;y las dos te la jugaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién derribará ese árbol,&lt;br /&gt;de Asturias ya sin ramaje,&lt;br /&gt;desnudo, seco, clavado,&lt;br /&gt;con su raíz entrañable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que corre por toda España,&lt;br /&gt;crispándonos de coraje.&lt;br /&gt;Mirad obreros del mundo,&lt;br /&gt;su silueta recortarse,&lt;br /&gt;contra ese cielo impasible,&lt;br /&gt;vertical inquebrantable,&lt;br /&gt;firme sobre roca firme&lt;br /&gt;herida, vibra su carne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millones de puños gritan,&lt;br /&gt;su cólera por los aires.&lt;br /&gt;Millones de corazones&lt;br /&gt;golpean contra tus cárceles.&lt;br /&gt;Prepara tu salto último,&lt;br /&gt;lívida muerte cobarde,&lt;br /&gt;prepara tu último salto&lt;br /&gt;que Asturias está aguardándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sola en mitad de la Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;hija de mi misma madre.&lt;br /&gt;Sola en mitad de la Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;hija de mi misma madre.&lt;br /&gt;Sola en mitad de la Tierra,&lt;br /&gt;hija de mi misma madre.&lt;br /&gt;Sola en mitad de la Tierra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Victor Manuel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ch3kUKJb7E&amp;amp;hl=" width="325" height="255" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/LJ-EMBED&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-7197216424394069622?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[Único testigo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't know much about history.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much biology.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about a science book.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about the French I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I know that if you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world this would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about geography.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much trigonometry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about algebra.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what a slide rule is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know one and one is two.&lt;br /&gt;And if this one could be with you.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world this would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't claim, to be an A-student.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying to be.&lt;br /&gt;For maybe by being an A-student, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I could win your love for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about history.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much biology.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about a science book.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about the French I took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I know that if you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world this would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History…Biology….&lt;br /&gt;Science book….&lt;br /&gt;French I took… Yeah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know that I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I know that if you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful world this would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sam Cooke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lYfHQDL5Do4&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param 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alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SC8KW_hu_4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OBykfdVh26Q/s1600-h/89iijjjj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201387484762537858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SC8KW_hu_4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OBykfdVh26Q/s320/89iijjjj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morning has broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Morning has broken, like the first morning.&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the singing, praise for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Praise for them springing fresh from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet the rain’s new fall, sunlit from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Like the first dewfall, on the first grass.&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden.&lt;br /&gt;Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Born of the one light, Eden saw play.&lt;br /&gt;Praise with elation, praise every morning.&lt;br /&gt;God’s recreation of the new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has broken, like the first morning.&lt;br /&gt;Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird.&lt;br /&gt;Praise for the singing, praise for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Praise for them springing fresh from the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cat Stevens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-3ozwEEHig&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-3ozwEEHig&amp;hl=es" 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href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/una-caricia-para-el-alma.html' title='Una caricia para el alma'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SC8KW_hu_4I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/OBykfdVh26Q/s72-c/89iijjjj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-2616000103892945532</id><published>2008-05-17T18:24:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:27:46.251+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor intenso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SC8HmPhu_3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/679toxGk4sk/s1600-h/nn889ollllllllllll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201384448220659570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SC8HmPhu_3I/AAAAAAAAAJI/679toxGk4sk/s320/nn889ollllllllllll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Júrame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(se puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos dicen que es mentira que te quiero &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque nunca me habían visto enamorado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yo te juro que yo mismo no comprendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el porqué me fascina tu mirada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuando estoy cerca de ti tú estás contenta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No quisiera que de nadie te acordaras,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tengo celos hasta del pensamiento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que pueda recordarte a otra persona amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Júrame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Que aunque pase mucho tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no has de olvidar el momento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; en que yo te conocí.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mírame,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pues no hay nada más profundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ni más grande en este mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que el cariño que te di.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bésame con un beso enamorado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como nadie me ha besado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;desde el día en que nací.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiéreme,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiéreme hasta la locura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y así sabrás mi amargura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;lo que sufro por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos dicen que es mentira que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y no quisiera que de nadie te acordaras.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo celos hasta del pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;que pueda recordarte,&lt;br /&gt;a otra persona amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Júrame&lt;br /&gt;que aunque pase mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;no has de olvidar el momento&lt;br /&gt;en que yo te conocí.&lt;br /&gt;Mírame,&lt;br /&gt;pues no hay nada más profundo,&lt;br /&gt;ni más grande en este mundo&lt;br /&gt;que el cariño que te di.&lt;br /&gt;Bésame,&lt;br /&gt;con un beso enamorado,&lt;br /&gt;como nadie me ha besado&lt;br /&gt;desde el día en que nací.&lt;br /&gt;Quiéreme,&lt;br /&gt;quiéreme hasta la locura,&lt;br /&gt;y así sabrás mi amargura,&lt;br /&gt;lo que sufro por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Camacho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o05RPbjiwmo&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o05RPbjiwmo&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-2616000103892945532?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Please release me let me go.&lt;br /&gt;For I don’t love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;To waste our lives would be a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Release me and let me love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a new love dear.&lt;br /&gt;And I will always want her near.&lt;br /&gt;Her lips are warm while yours are cold.&lt;br /&gt;Release me, my darling, let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please release me let me go.&lt;br /&gt;For I don’t love you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;To waste my life would be a sin.&lt;br /&gt;So release me and let me love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please release me can’t you see.&lt;br /&gt;You’d be a fool to cling to me.&lt;br /&gt;To live our lives would bring us pain.&lt;br /&gt;So release me and let me love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Engelbert Humperdinck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S9ecXWCBCc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6S9ecXWCBCc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-661011742223704353?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/661011742223704353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3812204179927912868</id><published>2008-05-14T15:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:36:20.270+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñé que volvía a la niñez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCioGfhu_dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HgwoNL-hwL0/s1600-h/babyblue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199590599294909906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCioGfhu_dI/AAAAAAAAAFI/HgwoNL-hwL0/s320/babyblue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Di papá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lalala lalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalala lalala lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di papá dónde está el buen Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, dímelo, di papá.&lt;br /&gt;Di papá dónde está el buen Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, dímelo, di papá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues sí corazón, sé donde está.&lt;br /&gt;Puede estar en ti y en mí&lt;br /&gt;Él está en cualquier lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Pues sí corazón, yo sí lo vi&lt;br /&gt;en el monte y en el mar&lt;br /&gt;y en la rosa de tu jardín.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sí.&lt;br /&gt;Di papá, yo podré ver a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, dímelo, di papá.&lt;br /&gt;Di papá, yo podré ver a Dios.&lt;br /&gt;Dímelo, dímelo, di papá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues sí corazón, si lo verás&lt;br /&gt;cuando adores a mamá&lt;br /&gt;y obedezcas a papá.&lt;br /&gt;Pues sí corazón, sí lo veras&lt;br /&gt;cuando aprendas a rezar&lt;br /&gt;y lo llames con ansiedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah sí.&lt;br /&gt;Oh papá, hoy por fin conocí&lt;br /&gt;el buen Dios que me hará&lt;br /&gt;tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es verdad corazón, sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;te enseñé donde está la verdad.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalala lalala lalala&lt;br /&gt;Lalala lalala lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;José Guardiola y su hija Rosa Mary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFZlJPvLbj0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wFZlJPvLbj0&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCh71Phu_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hRBEFu0Hook/s320/irishwom234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOMEN OF IRELAND &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in erin who'd give me shelter and my fill of ale;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in ireland who'd prefer my strains to strings being played;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in eirinn and nothing would please her more&lt;br /&gt;Than to see me burning or in a grave lying cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman in eirinn who'd be mad with envy if i was kissed&lt;br /&gt;By another on fair-day, they have strange ways, but i love them all;&lt;br /&gt;There are women i'll always adore, battalions of women and more&lt;br /&gt;And there's this sensuous beauty and she shackled to an ugly boar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a woman who promised if i'd wander with her i'd find some gold&lt;br /&gt;A woman in night dress with a loveliness worth more than the woman&lt;br /&gt;Who vexed ballymoyer and the plain of tyrone;&lt;br /&gt;And the only cure for my pain i'm sure is the ale-house down the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kate Bush &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P7vQpaVzcKU&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/1839072716245322538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-dulce-y-verde-sueo.html' title='Una dulce y verde quimera'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCh71Phu_cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hRBEFu0Hook/s72-c/irishwom234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3000244618004936850</id><published>2008-05-14T15:40:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:44.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi mayor anhelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SChsd_hu_bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3yy5OPP4KDc/s1600-h/asturiasmayo20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199525032324169138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SChsd_hu_bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3yy5OPP4KDc/s320/asturiasmayo20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What A Wonderful World &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see trees of green… red roses too&lt;br /&gt;I see them bloom…for me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself… what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;[ Veo árboles verdes...rosas rojas también&lt;br /&gt;las veo florecer… para ti y para mí&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso para mi mismo…que mundo maravilloso.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see skies of blue… clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;The bright blessed days…dark sacred nights&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself…what a wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;[ Veo cielos azules...nubes blancas&lt;br /&gt;El brillo de un día bendito… la oscuridad de la noche sagrada&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso para mi mismo…que mundo maravilloso.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours of the rainbow…so pretty in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Are also on the faces…of people going by&lt;br /&gt;I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do?&lt;br /&gt;They´re really saying…I love you.&lt;br /&gt;[ Los colores del arco iris...tan lindos en el cielo&lt;br /&gt;También están en las caras… de la gente que pasa&lt;br /&gt;Veo amigos estrechando sus manos diciendo ¿cómo te va?&lt;br /&gt;Realmente ellos dicen…Te quiero ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear babies cry…I watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;They´ll learn much more…than I´ll never know&lt;br /&gt;And I think to myself…what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;[Escucho bebés llorar…los veo crecer&lt;br /&gt;Ellos aprenderán mucho más… de lo yo jamás sabré&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso para mi mismo…que mundo maravilloso.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes…I think to myself…what a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;[Si…Pienso para mi mismo…que mundo maravilloso]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Louis Armstrong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRqYMTpXHc&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vnRqYMTpXHc&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-3000244618004936850?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/3000244618004936850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=3000244618004936850' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3000244618004936850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/3000244618004936850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/mi-sueo-anhelado.html' title='Mi mayor anhelo'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SChsd_hu_bI/AAAAAAAAAE4/3yy5OPP4KDc/s72-c/asturiasmayo20046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-4623517263346253823</id><published>2008-05-13T22:33:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:46:28.846+02:00</updated><title type='text'>De ayer, hoy y mañana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn9h_hu_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EakX1qxkXaU/s1600-h/ciel-tourbillonnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199966005206384290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn9h_hu_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EakX1qxkXaU/s320/ciel-tourbillonnant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ESPÉRAME EN EL CIELO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(escuche esta canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espérame en el cielo corazón&lt;br /&gt;si es que te vas primero.&lt;br /&gt;Espérame que pronto yo me iré&lt;br /&gt;ahí donde tu estés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espérame en el cielo corazón&lt;br /&gt;si es que te vas primero.&lt;br /&gt;Espérame en el cielo corazón&lt;br /&gt;para empezar de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor es tan grande&lt;br /&gt;y tan grande que nunca termina.&lt;br /&gt;Y esta vida es tan corta&lt;br /&gt;y no basta para nuestro idilio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso yo te pido por favor&lt;br /&gt;me esperes en el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí entre nubes de algodón&lt;br /&gt;haremos nuestro nido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuestro amor es tan grande&lt;br /&gt;y tan grande que nunca termina.&lt;br /&gt;Y esta vida es tan corta&lt;br /&gt;y no basta para nuestro idilio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso yo te pido por favor&lt;br /&gt;me esperes en el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Y ahí entre nubes de algodón&lt;br /&gt;haremos nuestro nido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espérame en el cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Letra de Francisco López&lt;br /&gt;Música de Francisco López&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Intérprete: Lucho Gatica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzLA3MrKNds&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzLA3MrKNds&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn9h_hu_qI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EakX1qxkXaU/s72-c/ciel-tourbillonnant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-396033376377877077</id><published>2008-05-13T22:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:44.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Éramos tan jóvenes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn6K_hu_pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RzJcseAr9ms/s1600-h/enamorados1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199962311534509714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn6K_hu_pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RzJcseAr9ms/s320/enamorados1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ve con él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(escuche la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Te fuiste mi amor de madrugada,&lt;br /&gt;y regresastes al amanecer.&lt;br /&gt;Y en tus ojos pude ver, mentiras sí,&lt;br /&gt;porque, venías de tu cita junto a él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rabia nubló mis pensamientos,&lt;br /&gt;y apenas, me pude contener.&lt;br /&gt;Si tu dicha está con él,&lt;br /&gt;de aquí me marcharé,&lt;br /&gt;y olvidaré que tuve una mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él y olvida que una vez,&lt;br /&gt;sentiste junto a mí una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré viviendo sin tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;es mejor para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él, camina junto a él,&lt;br /&gt;y olvida aquel ayer que nos unió.&lt;br /&gt;Se muy bien que nada puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;yo también se perder en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis sueños se fueron con la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Crucé largos caminos hasta el mar.&lt;br /&gt;No podía concebir, qué hacer ni a dónde ir,&lt;br /&gt;mi vida se alejaba ya de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miré el agua del mar que hay bajo el puente,&lt;br /&gt;profunda y fría como tu traición,&lt;br /&gt;y empezando a caminar,&lt;br /&gt;volví la vista atrás,&lt;br /&gt;oyéndome a mi mismo murmurar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él y olvida que una vez&lt;br /&gt;sentiste junto a mí una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré viviendo sin tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;es mejor para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él, camina junto a él,&lt;br /&gt;y olvida aquel ayer que nos unió.&lt;br /&gt;Se muy bien que nada puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;yo también se perder en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él y olvida que una vez&lt;br /&gt;sentiste junto a mí una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré viviendo sin tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;es mejor para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él, camina junto a él,&lt;br /&gt;y olvida aquel ayer que nos unió.&lt;br /&gt;Se muy bien que nada puedo hacer,&lt;br /&gt;yo también se perder en el amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ve con él y olvida que una vez&lt;br /&gt;sentiste junto a mí una ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Seguiré viviendo sin tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;es mejor para los dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Basilio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBEJ_GqXYrk&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zBEJ_GqXYrk&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-396033376377877077?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/feeds/396033376377877077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6532757669529203943&amp;postID=396033376377877077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/396033376377877077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6532757669529203943/posts/default/396033376377877077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/ramos-tan-jvenes.html' title='¡Éramos tan jóvenes!'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn6K_hu_pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/RzJcseAr9ms/s72-c/enamorados1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-6533369817920003149</id><published>2008-05-13T22:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:45.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>¡Juventud divino tesoro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn4GPhu_oI/AAAAAAAAAGw/el-xa_x0hA0/s1600-h/bvccce567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199960030906875522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn4GPhu_oI/AAAAAAAAAGw/el-xa_x0hA0/s320/bvccce567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POR QUE TE VAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(escuche esta canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol,&lt;br /&gt;y el corazón se pone triste&lt;br /&gt;contemplando la ciudad,&lt;br /&gt;por qué te vas.&lt;br /&gt;Como cada noche,&lt;br /&gt;desperté pensando en ti&lt;br /&gt;y en mi reloj todas las horas vi pasar&lt;br /&gt;por qué te vas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAS LAS PROMESAS DE MI AMOR&lt;br /&gt;SE IRÁN CONTIGO,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS.&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A LA ESTACIÓN HOY LLORARÉ&lt;br /&gt;IGUAL QUE UN NIÑO,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Junto a la penumbra de un farol,&lt;br /&gt;se dormirán&lt;br /&gt;todas las cosas que quedaron por decir,&lt;br /&gt;se dormirán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto a las manillas de un reloj,&lt;br /&gt;esperarán&lt;br /&gt;todas las horas que quedaron por vivir,&lt;br /&gt;esperarán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAS LAS PROMESAS DE MI AMOR&lt;br /&gt;SE IRÁN CONTIGO,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS.&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A LA ESTACIÓN HOY LLORARÉ&lt;br /&gt;IGUAL QUE UN NIÑO,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAS LAS PROMESAS DE MI AMOR&lt;br /&gt;SE IRÁN CONTIGO,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS.&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A LA ESTACIÓN HOY LLORARÉ&lt;br /&gt;IGUAL QUE UN NIÑO,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAS LAS PROMESAS DE MI AMOR&lt;br /&gt;SE IRÁN CONTIGO,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS,&lt;br /&gt;ME OLVIDARÁS.&lt;br /&gt;JUNTO A LA ESTACIÓN HOY LLORARÉ&lt;br /&gt;IGUAL QUE UN NIÑO,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS,&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;POR QUÉ TE VAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor: José Luis Perales&lt;br /&gt;Intérprete: Jeanette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLxrrE6wC5I&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SLxrrE6wC5I&amp;hl=es" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="325" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-6533369817920003149?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn4GPhu_oI/AAAAAAAAAGw/el-xa_x0hA0/s72-c/bvccce567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-1656330692913558031</id><published>2008-05-13T22:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:53:02.405+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuando eramos unos niños</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn2Ovhu_nI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rwwFI1QtpWY/s1600-h/champagne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199957977912508018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn2Ovhu_nI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rwwFI1QtpWY/s320/champagne.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un sorbito de champagne&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(puede escuchar la canción al final del texto en el videoclip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te podré olvidar,&lt;br /&gt;porque me enseñaste a amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un sorbito de champagne,&lt;br /&gt;brindando por el nuevo amor,&lt;br /&gt;la suave luz de aquel rincón,&lt;br /&gt;hizo latir mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tan fácil recordar,&lt;br /&gt;siempre que vuelvo a brindar,&lt;br /&gt;con un sorbito de champagne,&lt;br /&gt;brindando por el nuevo amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces fue cuando te besé.&lt;br /&gt;De tu mirar yo me enamoré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un sorbito de champagne,&lt;br /&gt;brindando por el nuevo amor,&lt;br /&gt;la suave luz de aquel rincón,&lt;br /&gt;hizo latir mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces fue cuando te besé.&lt;br /&gt;De tu mirar yo me enamoré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con un sorbito de champagne,&lt;br /&gt;brindando por el nuevo amor,&lt;br /&gt;la suave luz de aquel rincón,&lt;br /&gt;hizo latir mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Los Brincos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VznWHPVxaI&amp;amp;hl=es&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5VznWHPVxaI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCn2Ovhu_nI/AAAAAAAAAGo/rwwFI1QtpWY/s72-c/champagne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-3341365112386721592</id><published>2008-05-13T17:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:17:45.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Muy especial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Siempre me ha gustado mucho esta canción, no puedo decir si es por la letra o por la interpretación de su autora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCm2jfhu_kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wpl6ftAPIg8/s1600-h/nnmmvvd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199887965650615874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCm2jfhu_kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wpl6ftAPIg8/s320/nnmmvvd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Un ramito de violetas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Era feliz en su matrimonio,&lt;br /&gt;aunque su marido era el mismo demonio.&lt;br /&gt;Tenía el hombre un poco de mal genio&lt;br /&gt;y ella se quejaba de que nunca fue tierno.&lt;br /&gt;Desde hace ya más de tres años&lt;br /&gt;recibe cartas de un extraño,&lt;br /&gt;cartas llenas de poesía&lt;br /&gt;que le han devuelto la alegría&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién la escribía versos dime quién era.&lt;br /&gt;Quién la mandaba flores por primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Quién cada 9 de noviembre,&lt;br /&gt;como siempre y sin tarjeta,&lt;br /&gt;la mandaba un ramito de violetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces sueña y se imagina, cómo será aquel&lt;br /&gt;que tanto la estima.&lt;br /&gt;Sería un hombre más bien de pelo cano,&lt;br /&gt;sonrisa abierta y ternura en las manos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabe quién sufre en silencio,&lt;br /&gt;quién puede ser su amor secreto.&lt;br /&gt;Y vive así de día en día,&lt;br /&gt;con la ilusión de ser querida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién la escribía versos dime quién era.&lt;br /&gt;Quién le mandaba flores por primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Quién cada 9 de noviembre,&lt;br /&gt;como siempre y sin tarjeta,&lt;br /&gt;le mandaba un ramito de violetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cada tarde al volver su esposo,&lt;br /&gt;cansado del trabajo la mira de reojo.&lt;br /&gt;No dice nada porque lo sabe todo,&lt;br /&gt;sabe que es feliz así de cualquier modo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque él es quien la escribe versos.&lt;br /&gt;Él es su amante, su amor secreto.&lt;br /&gt;Y ella que no sabe nada,&lt;br /&gt;mira a su marido y luego calla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quién la escribía versos dime quién era.&lt;br /&gt;Quién la mandaba flores por primavera.&lt;br /&gt;Quién cada 9 de noviembre,&lt;br /&gt;como siempre y sin tarjeta,&lt;br /&gt;la mandaba un ramito de violetas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cecilia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o1UhzRO-S60&amp;amp;hl=es"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lamiradadero.blogspot.com/2008/05/muy-especial.html' title='Muy especial'/><author><name>RMAS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCm2jfhu_kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Wpl6ftAPIg8/s72-c/nnmmvvd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6532757669529203943.post-1369861193428558991</id><published>2008-05-13T16:03:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:56:54.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo tu Amor mío</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He querido empezar con esta preciosidad de canción dedicada al hombre que me robó el corazón hace unos pocos años...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCmi3vhu_iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xVcYGo0lzb8/s1600-h/7ujmbvctjhgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199866323310411298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OyT-hb6SZRI/SCmi3vhu_iI/AAAAAAAAAFw/xVcYGo0lzb8/s320/7ujmbvctjhgf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONLY YOU &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(puede escuchar la canción en el videoclip que está al final del texto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Only you can make oh this world seem right&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make the darkness bright.&lt;br /&gt;Only you and you alone&lt;br /&gt;Can thrill me like you do&lt;br /&gt;And the fill my heart with love for only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make oh this change in me&lt;br /&gt;for it’s true you are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand I understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do&lt;br /&gt;you’re my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you can make this change in me&lt;br /&gt;for it’s true you are my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold my hand I understand&lt;br /&gt;The magic that you do&lt;br /&gt;you’re my dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Platters &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9r2pEdc1_lI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9r2pEdc1_lI&amp;hl=es&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6532757669529203943-1369861193428558991?l=lamiradadero.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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