<?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-1807855178133724502</id><updated>2011-11-22T06:34:54.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñando Frente al Sol</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-8874676276198848077</id><published>2011-11-18T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T11:47:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayer....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ayer te vi con ella y no supe que sentir... mi cuerpo se paralizo.... al verte con otra y no era yo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owISKlMrwIM/Tsa1o30SIKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nQfEkX7jhbQ/s1600/mpv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676424094129725602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owISKlMrwIM/Tsa1o30SIKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nQfEkX7jhbQ/s400/mpv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... cuando se cruzan...&lt;br /&gt;... dos realidades muy distintas...&lt;br /&gt;... se generan mundos irreales...&lt;br /&gt;... en los que no se sabe...&lt;br /&gt;... donde termina una...&lt;br /&gt;... y comienza la otra... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicado a: Marc &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Foto: me by MaPeV &lt;/span&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/1807855178133724502-8874676276198848077?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8874676276198848077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=8874676276198848077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/8874676276198848077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/8874676276198848077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2011/11/ayer.html' title='Ayer....'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-owISKlMrwIM/Tsa1o30SIKI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/nQfEkX7jhbQ/s72-c/mpv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-7066810428182190605</id><published>2011-06-23T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T11:04:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias de Otoño…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flAOTV8EYCI/TgN_bVNXK3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/d96Zr5ipDKU/s1600/oto%25C3%25B1o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621476867414895474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flAOTV8EYCI/TgN_bVNXK3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/d96Zr5ipDKU/s400/oto%25C3%25B1o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esto va por un amigo que tenia… y digo tenia… porque en su camino él me perdió…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Hojas Secas By MaPeV &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/1807855178133724502-7066810428182190605?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7066810428182190605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=7066810428182190605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7066810428182190605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7066810428182190605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2011/06/memorias-de-otono.html' title='Memorias de Otoño…'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-flAOTV8EYCI/TgN_bVNXK3I/AAAAAAAAAqI/d96Zr5ipDKU/s72-c/oto%25C3%25B1o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-7281213554296568757</id><published>2011-05-27T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:42:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historia Clínica...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LNn5x-DQwA/Td_vOAevEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/A-AN_pgAUAg/s1600/100_5808c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611466684653048162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LNn5x-DQwA/Td_vOAevEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/A-AN_pgAUAg/s400/100_5808c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Informó que sufría taquicardia cada vez que lo veía, aunque fuera de lejos.&lt;br /&gt;Declaró que se le secaban las glándulas salivales cuando él la miraba, aunque fuera de refilón.&lt;br /&gt;Admitió una hipersecreción de las glándulas sudoríparas cada vez que –él le hablaba, aunque fuera para contestarle el saludo.&lt;br /&gt;Reconoció que padecía graves desequilibrios en la presión sanguínea cuando él la rozaba, aunque fuera por error.&lt;br /&gt;Confesó que por él padecía mareos, que se le nublaba la visión, que se le aflojaban las rodillas. Que en los días no podía parar de decir bobadas y en las noches no conseguía dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;–Fue hace mucho tiempo, doctor&lt;/span&gt; –dijo–. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ya nunca más sentí nada de eso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El médico arqueó las cejas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;–¿Nunca más sintió nada de eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y diagnosticó:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;—Su caso es grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Bocas del Tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;EGaleano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Medicinas para mi ojito  By MaPeV&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/1807855178133724502-7281213554296568757?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7281213554296568757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=7281213554296568757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7281213554296568757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7281213554296568757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2011/05/historia-clinica.html' title='Historia Clínica...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1LNn5x-DQwA/Td_vOAevEWI/AAAAAAAAApg/A-AN_pgAUAg/s72-c/100_5808c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-4572096903049568576</id><published>2011-03-10T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T15:02:35.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatuajes…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZgEQyVaY5U/TXlWhtKklII/AAAAAAAAAkc/_2bdkMVv500/s1600/100_5320pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582588350162048130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZgEQyVaY5U/TXlWhtKklII/AAAAAAAAAkc/_2bdkMVv500/s400/100_5320pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Camino a mi trabajo en el colectivo se sentó mi lado un señor como de unos 70 años creo yo, me llamo la atención que en su mano derecha tenía un tatuaje, eran 3 letras, no las puede ver bien, quizás eran las iniciales de “él y de ella” o del nombre de una mujer, de algún viejo amor de juventud, algún amor imposible o platónico… no lo se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dio curiosidad el saber su historia, saber que representaban esas letras y que lo motivo a tatuárselas… de pronto pensé, no cabe duda que cada uno de nosotros llevamos un tatuaje imborrable… unos a flor de piel y otros lo llevamos en el alma, en el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos tenemos unas iniciales tatuada de algún nombre de alguna persona especial que marco nuestra vida….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy en día los tatuajes de la piel se remueven vía laser...doloroso...pero se remueven...dejan una cicatriz...y con justo motivo... y con los del corazón sucede algo parecido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Mi Mano By MaPeV&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/1807855178133724502-4572096903049568576?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4572096903049568576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=4572096903049568576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4572096903049568576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4572096903049568576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2011/03/tatuajes.html' title='Tatuajes…'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZgEQyVaY5U/TXlWhtKklII/AAAAAAAAAkc/_2bdkMVv500/s72-c/100_5320pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-2108727773028725929</id><published>2010-12-14T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:30:19.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De la risa y el olvido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TQepSmUxHII/AAAAAAAAAfE/lhoGtYYc2IU/s1600/mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550591202747817090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TQepSmUxHII/AAAAAAAAAfE/lhoGtYYc2IU/s400/mp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como dijera Almodovar... &lt;strong&gt;"Disculpa que no escriba, pero estoy tratando de olvidarte, y cuando uno olvida, pues no escribe".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lo borró de la fotografía de su vida&lt;br /&gt;no porque no lo hubiese amado,&lt;br /&gt;sino precisamente, porque lo quiso.&lt;br /&gt;Lo borró junto con el amor que sintió por él.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milan Kundera &lt;/em&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/1807855178133724502-2108727773028725929?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2108727773028725929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=2108727773028725929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2108727773028725929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2108727773028725929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-la-risa-y-el-olvido.html' title='De la risa y el olvido...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TQepSmUxHII/AAAAAAAAAfE/lhoGtYYc2IU/s72-c/mp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-6684452505754752935</id><published>2010-08-13T07:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T08:05:16.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regalo de Cumpelaños !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TGVd9mh58MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ae11MuTN1h0/s1600/100_4612pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504909432426459330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TGVd9mh58MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ae11MuTN1h0/s400/100_4612pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hace tiempo que quería este libro, y fue mi regalo de cumpleaños !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el mejor regalo no es precisamente el libro, si no la dedicatoria que lleva dentro y desde luego la amistad de la personita que me lo regalo y esos días que pasamos juntas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muchas gracias por todos esos bellos momentos y por ser como eres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TQM ---&gt; P.M.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Regalito By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-6684452505754752935?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6684452505754752935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=6684452505754752935&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/6684452505754752935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/6684452505754752935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/08/regalo-de-cumpelanos.html' title='Regalo de Cumpelaños !!!!'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TGVd9mh58MI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ae11MuTN1h0/s72-c/100_4612pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-4819251421700273621</id><published>2010-07-02T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T08:48:41.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuju !!!!! ¡¡¡Llegaron Las Vacaciones!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TC4FGnWo9BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1SGbmRKZgaI/s1600/100_3660flores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489330607012508690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TC4FGnWo9BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1SGbmRKZgaI/s400/100_3660flores.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Al fin llegaron las benditas y tan esperadas Vacaciones !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Creo que nunca antes espere tan ansiosamente unas vacaciones como en esta ocasión…lo cierto es que este año ha sido muy difícil tanto en mi vida personal como en el trabajo en fin en todos los aspectos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado trabajo que me llevo al estrés lo cual trajo como consecuencia una tos-tipo-alergia que me duro mas de un mes (aun sigo con el tratamiento).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero mi mejor tratamiento serán estas semanitas fuera de todo esto, desconectada del trabajo, de internet y de los usuarios… no más computadoras que despanzurrar, no más windows, no más linux, no más quejas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡¡¡Oh, merecidas vacaciones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: MaPeV Rumbo al Viejo Mundo By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-4819251421700273621?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4819251421700273621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=4819251421700273621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4819251421700273621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4819251421700273621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/07/yuju-llegaron-las-vacaciones.html' title='Yuju !!!!! ¡¡¡Llegaron Las Vacaciones!!!'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TC4FGnWo9BI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/1SGbmRKZgaI/s72-c/100_3660flores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-2034082277283616317</id><published>2010-06-09T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T15:28:26.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TBAVBkwoAMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ITzYsxkv2D8/s1600/corazon+roto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480903863301570754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TBAVBkwoAMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ITzYsxkv2D8/s400/corazon+roto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Alguien ha roto el Corazón, aunque no con un Basto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ni con una Piedra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sé que un Látigo tan pequeño que no puede verse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ha azotado a la Criatura Mágica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hasta derribarla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Emily Dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/1807855178133724502-2034082277283616317?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2034082277283616317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=2034082277283616317&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2034082277283616317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2034082277283616317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/06/alguien-ha-roto-el-corazon-aunque-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TBAVBkwoAMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ITzYsxkv2D8/s72-c/corazon+roto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-7016745749566400414</id><published>2010-03-30T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T09:55:07.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Mala Racha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;…se le había caído el alma y no la encontraba por ninguna parte…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras dura la mala racha, pierdo todo. Se me caen las cosas de los bolsillos y de la memoria: pierdo llaves, lapiceras, dinero, documentos, nombres, caras, palabras. Yo no sé si será gualicho de alguien que me quiere mal y me piensa peor, o pura casualidad, pero a veces el bajón demora en irse y yo ando de pérdida en pérdida, pierdo lo que encuentro, no encuentro lo que busco, y siento mucho miedo de que se me caiga la vida en alguna distracción…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eduardo Galeano,&lt;br /&gt;El libro de lo -abrazos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esto me ha ido como anillo al dedo en estos últimos dos meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Olvide la contraseña del Windows7 ... esto es el colmo, como pude hacer una instalación en mi computadora poner una contraseña y días despues olvidarla, y lo que es aun peor es que ni recuerdo el momento en que la puse :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-7016745749566400414?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7016745749566400414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=7016745749566400414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7016745749566400414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7016745749566400414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-mala-racha.html' title='La Mala Racha...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-7462947216801612742</id><published>2010-02-19T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:44:16.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiempo de Cambio…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dicen que el cambio es bueno… yo creo que a veces no es tan bueno como se dice… definitivamente &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; es nada bueno… y cuando las cosas van mal, siempre pasa algo que pone las cosas aun peor !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volvemos nuevamente a la época del oscurantismo…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Malaya sea mi suerte!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1807855178133724502-7462947216801612742?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7462947216801612742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=7462947216801612742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7462947216801612742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7462947216801612742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/02/tiempo-de-cambio.html' title='Tiempo de Cambio…'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-6762837043297223133</id><published>2010-02-04T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:07:51.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divagando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S2sXgYP_xyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M8LPMLXUqJE/s1600-h/100_3667c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434463220385433378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S2sXgYP_xyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M8LPMLXUqJE/s400/100_3667c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No más Patitas de Tero.....&lt;br /&gt;Mi nombre es MaPeV....no Patitas de Tero, el apodo vino por el recuerdo de un momento especial en mi vida, al que dedique varios años atrás... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cambio de año y dadas las circunstancias me han hecho pensar que es hora de dejar ir las cosas, si los sentimientos fueron sinceros florecerán con el tiempo, sino.... es bueno saberlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde hoy firmare con mi nombre, porque lo primero que debo recordar en mi vida es lo que soy… &lt;strong&gt;¿ ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aunque las Patitas de Tero siempre las tendré...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Margarita Solitaria By MaPeV&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/1807855178133724502-6762837043297223133?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/6762837043297223133/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=6762837043297223133&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/6762837043297223133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/6762837043297223133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/02/divagando.html' title='Divagando...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S2sXgYP_xyI/AAAAAAAAAV4/M8LPMLXUqJE/s72-c/100_3667c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-8148469064595621327</id><published>2010-01-14T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T12:09:23.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy 14 de Enero  2010... se me rompio el corazón :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S092QhfDV3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/d4k4lRnmz_0/s1600-h/anime151c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426686102243334002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S092QhfDV3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/d4k4lRnmz_0/s400/anime151c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S091marac2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/rPH-gCOiL8Q/s1600-h/anime151.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cuesta decirlo y cuesta aceptar la realidad, no debería doler, pero duele, me duele&lt;br /&gt;demasiado tu realidad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta aquí he de seguir tus pasos... se me acabaron los sentires...&lt;br /&gt;Hasta aquí me llego el alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mis suspiros quedan muertos por el frío, ya no consigo conciliar mis sueños...&lt;br /&gt;Allá a lo lejos queda mi vida, cierro los ojos, y ya no estan mis sueños.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al fin dejo de latir... todo acabo... no hay esperanza... para que vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya no quiero saber más de ti... no mas de este dolor...ese dolor que no tiene nombre... mi destino deambular por esta vida como una sombra... Y la vida sigue para unos ...&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/1807855178133724502-8148469064595621327?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/8148469064595621327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=8148469064595621327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/8148469064595621327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/8148469064595621327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoy-14-de-enero-2010-se-me-rompio-el.html' title='Hoy 14 de Enero  2010... se me rompio el corazón :('/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/S092QhfDV3I/AAAAAAAAAVw/d4k4lRnmz_0/s72-c/anime151c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-444010081848772876</id><published>2009-11-23T15:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:41:25.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta Ausencia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/Sw2OXjatOoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NPeINOl3gn4/s1600/100_3667c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408135262837226114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/Sw2OXjatOoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NPeINOl3gn4/s400/100_3667c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fue tan facil decir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que el adios sanaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Las espinas clavadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;En tu alma y la mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta ausencia me grita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que se acabe la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque no volveras, no volveras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ese solecito que iluminaba mis días me dejo con este frío invierno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;oto MPV By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-444010081848772876?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/444010081848772876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=444010081848772876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/444010081848772876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/444010081848772876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2009/11/esta-ausencia.html' title='Esta Ausencia...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/Sw2OXjatOoI/AAAAAAAAAU4/NPeINOl3gn4/s72-c/100_3667c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-2391486427495384601</id><published>2009-11-18T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:46:53.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Historia de dos ángeles caidos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SwR-XHh21aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_LiAteqatLk/s1600/100_2858pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405584388374582690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SwR-XHh21aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_LiAteqatLk/s400/100_2858pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Horas de mar y de sol... un adios, un recuerdo...&lt;br /&gt;un equipaje, un dolor y el sabor de tus besos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nunca me perteneció ni una risa, ni un verso..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de nada sirve tu voz&lt;br /&gt;tus palabras ya se queman&lt;br /&gt;no hay esperanza en vivir&lt;br /&gt;no hay futuro en el credo&lt;br /&gt;de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quiero más que una luz apagada&lt;br /&gt;quiero más que el sabor del recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;de tu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;llévame... viento hasta el sol&lt;br /&gt;a un camino ya sin puerto&lt;br /&gt;déjame... en tierra sin dios&lt;br /&gt;que no encuentre ni un recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;quiero escapar, alejarme de su risa&lt;br /&gt;déjame...lejos no hay prisa&lt;br /&gt;si ya no le pertenezco&lt;br /&gt;llévame... para siempre llévame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Playa By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-2391486427495384601?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2391486427495384601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=2391486427495384601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2391486427495384601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2391486427495384601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2009/11/historia-de-dos-angeles-caidos.html' title='Historia de dos ángeles caidos...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SwR-XHh21aI/AAAAAAAAAUg/_LiAteqatLk/s72-c/100_2858pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-5322438573877952290</id><published>2009-09-25T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T11:58:07.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balada De Un Encuentro Fugaz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapev/3410305730/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385508830078231618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/Sr0rv0-K5EI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VgxvIoYM-Hk/s400/Sol+y+Luna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que fuerte suena el viento&lt;br /&gt;así pasa la vida...&lt;br /&gt;Que duro es el silencio&lt;br /&gt;que bellos son sus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conservo una esperanza&lt;br /&gt;tal vez así se fije en mi...&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera haberle dicho&lt;br /&gt;que muero por sus ojos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que quisiera conocerlo&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo charlar un poco...&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera comentarle&lt;br /&gt;que bella es su sonrisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sola está mi vida&lt;br /&gt;que el mundo me da risa&lt;br /&gt;y que también se ríe de mi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo vi, por las alturas arriba de mi&lt;br /&gt;volé, por la atmósfera hipnotizada volé&lt;br /&gt;como en un vuelo irreal me elevé&lt;br /&gt;por el espacio estelar me elevé&lt;br /&gt;por última vez me quería ver&lt;br /&gt;solo en sus ojos me quería ver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dedicado a ese chico (EAPO) que alegra mis días con su presencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Sol y Luna By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-5322438573877952290?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/5322438573877952290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=5322438573877952290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/5322438573877952290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/5322438573877952290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2009/09/balada-de-un-encuentro-fugaz.html' title='Balada De Un Encuentro Fugaz...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/Sr0rv0-K5EI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/VgxvIoYM-Hk/s72-c/Sol+y+Luna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-4322038712351993990</id><published>2009-07-21T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:00:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Corazón Encantado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mapev/3685015864/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360970989757740450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SmX-tievNaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y0I9flCr8EI/s400/100_2667pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu sonrisa tan resplandeciente a mi corazón deja encantado, ven toma mi mano y caminaremos juntos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el instante que te volví a encontrar mi mente trajo a mi un hermoso lugar, que cuando era niña fue tan valioso para mi... Quiero saber si acaso tu conmigo quieres bailar, si me das tu mano te llevare por un camino cubierto de luz y atardeceres llenos de magia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez sigues pensando en “ella" no puedo yo saberlo, pero se y entiendo que de amor necesitas tu y el valor para seguir y en mi lo hallaras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi corazón encantado vibra con el polvo de esperanza y magia del universo que ambicionan todos poseer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voy amarte para toda la vida, no me importa si a ti ya no te intereso&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Arbol Marcado By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-4322038712351993990?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4322038712351993990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=4322038712351993990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4322038712351993990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4322038712351993990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-corazon-encantado.html' title='Mi Corazón Encantado...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SmX-tievNaI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y0I9flCr8EI/s72-c/100_2667pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-855717798285960014</id><published>2008-12-16T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:03:00.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos Azules...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No pude viajar a Alemania, pero Alemania llegó hasta a  mí en forma de unos preciosos ojos azules… azules como el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojos Azules se acerco a mi…&lt;em&gt;”y que le digo ahora, no lo sé”&lt;/em&gt;… pensé, que este encuentro casual, no era casualidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojos Azules se encontraba al cabo de unas horas… charlando y riendo… contándonos nuestras historias…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-855717798285960014?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/855717798285960014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=855717798285960014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/855717798285960014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/855717798285960014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2008/12/ojos-azules.html' title='Ojos Azules...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-9188861968177721562</id><published>2008-10-17T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:19:48.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las cosas que odio de ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Odio que estés lejos&lt;br /&gt;2. Odio que no me escribas&lt;br /&gt;3. Odio que no me llames&lt;br /&gt;4. Odio que no me dejes saber de ti&lt;br /&gt;5. Odio que no me cuentes tus cosas&lt;br /&gt;6. Odio que no me dejes entrar en tu vida&lt;br /&gt;7. Odio que me ignores&lt;br /&gt;8. Odio tu indiferencia&lt;br /&gt;9. Odio que a pesar de todo te amo&lt;br /&gt;10. Pero lo que más odio es no poder odiarte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-9188861968177721562?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/9188861968177721562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=9188861968177721562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/9188861968177721562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/9188861968177721562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2008/10/las-cosas-que-odio-de-ti.html' title='Las cosas que odio de ti...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-4579755691849695018</id><published>2008-09-29T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T07:44:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Extremos del Amor…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SOEzeDMbtPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q9PdzsLzTr8/s1600-h/100_6897pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251535231837254898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SOEzeDMbtPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q9PdzsLzTr8/s400/100_6897pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Duele el amor sin ti… Duele hasta matar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor es muy extremoso...tiene ambos polos...es curioso como el amor puede hacernos sentirnos vivo y también nos puede hacer sentir muertos en vida...&lt;br /&gt;El amor pone color a la vida y también hace una vida gris y oscura&lt;br /&gt;El amor da grandes alegrías y también da grandes tristezas...&lt;br /&gt;El amor nos da Felicidad y también nos da Dolor...&lt;br /&gt;El amor pone grandes sonrisa en la cara y también pone grandes lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;El amor nos lleva al mismo cielo y también nos lleva al mismo infierno&lt;br /&gt;El amor nos levanta y también nos tira&lt;br /&gt;El amor nos hace ser mejores personas y también nos hace ser malas personas&lt;br /&gt;Hay quienes quisieran encontrar el amor y hay quienes quisieramos no haberlo encontrado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquel que no haya llorado por un amor… que tire la primera piedra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Rosa Marchita By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-4579755691849695018?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/4579755691849695018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=4579755691849695018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4579755691849695018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/4579755691849695018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2008/09/los-extremos-del-amor.html' title='Los Extremos del Amor…'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SOEzeDMbtPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Q9PdzsLzTr8/s72-c/100_6897pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-7939169840336769959</id><published>2008-09-17T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:08:39.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SNGMCI19uZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Bki4hmX_9I/s1600-h/100_0437pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247129009224792466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SNGMCI19uZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Bki4hmX_9I/s320/100_0437pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preparé el viaje para encontrarte a tí... en un encuentro casual... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;corrí el riesgo... y me condene una vez más....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me voy, no tengo más nada que hacer aquí... que cuando volveré ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6 años esperé por esto.... dime... cuando crees que voy a volver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...no hay nada eterno... nunca, no existe... porque cada uno de nosotros tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;un tiempo... y el tiempo romperá nuestras palabras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: MPV By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-7939169840336769959?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/7939169840336769959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=7939169840336769959&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7939169840336769959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/7939169840336769959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/SNGMCI19uZI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2Bki4hmX_9I/s72-c/100_0437pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-660949388231861337</id><published>2008-04-11T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:23:46.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy  Me Pego La Depre…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/R__hw74MshI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIFUYxkvdb4/s1600-h/Pensando+en+ti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188113526577476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/R__hw74MshI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIFUYxkvdb4/s400/Pensando+en+ti.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Still Living You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time, it needs time&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can bring back your love someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll fight, babe, I´ll fight&lt;br /&gt;To win back your love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, only love&lt;br /&gt;Can break down the wall someday&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wed go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I cant get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im loving you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try, baby try&lt;br /&gt;To trust in my love again&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;Love, our love&lt;br /&gt;Just shouldnt be thrown away&lt;br /&gt;I will be there, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wed go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Your pride has built a wall, so strong&lt;br /&gt;That I cant get through&lt;br /&gt;Is there really no chance&lt;br /&gt;To start once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If wed go again&lt;br /&gt;All the way from the start&lt;br /&gt;I would try to change&lt;br /&gt;The things that killed our love&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Ive hurt your pride, and I know&lt;br /&gt;What youve been through&lt;br /&gt;You should give me a chance&lt;br /&gt;This cant be the end&lt;br /&gt;Im still loving you&lt;br /&gt;Im still loving you, I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Im still loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Sobran los comentarios sobre esta canción y sobran los motivos para ponerla ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto Pensando en ti...  By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-660949388231861337?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/660949388231861337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=660949388231861337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/660949388231861337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/660949388231861337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoy-me-pego-la-depre.html' title='Hoy  Me Pego La Depre…'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/R__hw74MshI/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIFUYxkvdb4/s72-c/Pensando+en+ti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1807855178133724502.post-2713793886630904696</id><published>2007-10-31T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T13:58:56.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malos Días...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/RykJCQkVgFI/AAAAAAAAADc/uWAg6r7zBnU/s1600-h/100_7751cine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127639585149780050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/RykJCQkVgFI/AAAAAAAAADc/uWAg6r7zBnU/s400/100_7751cine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoy fue uno de esos días en los que no me tenía que haber levantado... el típico día que te levantas con mal pie, de hecho no pude dormir casi nada, me desperté desde la 1:30 a.m. todo parecía que iba a ser un largoooo día....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicen que no hay días malos... solo hay idotas que te echan a perder el día.... menos mal, que mañana no se trabaja por ser feriado... espero el lunes sea un mejor día... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mañana cuando salía,&lt;br /&gt;cruzado ya el umbral de mi casa,&lt;br /&gt;me di cuenta; no la llevaba.&lt;br /&gt;Uno se puede olvidar la cartera,&lt;br /&gt;unos papeles, incluso el abrigo&lt;br /&gt;pero eso no, sobre todo eso.&lt;br /&gt;Y no era cuestión de desandar nada&lt;br /&gt;ni de retornar el punto de partida;&lt;br /&gt;perdida estaba hacia el infinito.&lt;br /&gt;Así que como un robot&lt;br /&gt;seguí avanzando en el día,&lt;br /&gt;trabajo y horas pero sin alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escogí un mal día para iniciar mi nuevo blog... en fin ya vendrán tiempo mejores...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Un Mal Día By MaPeV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1807855178133724502-2713793886630904696?l=gatomorris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/feeds/2713793886630904696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1807855178133724502&amp;postID=2713793886630904696&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2713793886630904696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1807855178133724502/posts/default/2713793886630904696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gatomorris.blogspot.com/2007/10/malos-das.html' title='Malos Días...'/><author><name>Morris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04211379161642202388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/TVHCNJ507VI/AAAAAAAAAik/4yrlXUuz8S4/s220/DSCF4268c.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Scm_ozMwhE/RykJCQkVgFI/AAAAAAAAADc/uWAg6r7zBnU/s72-c/100_7751cine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
