<?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-8798412025996563230</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:14:16.716-07:00</updated><category term='p'/><title type='text'>La vida pecanna</title><subtitle type='html'>''Dos caminos divergen en un bosque, yo tomé el menos transitado de los dos, y aquello fue lo que cambió todo''</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SxdCxg7KAxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TL_fZ_4HiIo/s1600-h/fl+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SxdCxg7KAxI/AAAAAAAAAKs/TL_fZ_4HiIo/s400/fl+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410866895728018194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruzada de piernas derramo mil lagrimas esperando el final de una gran película y si es una gran pelicula, entonces ¿Por qué espero el final?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vives sola no?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vivo con mi madre, mi padre y, de vez en cuando con mi abuela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; no me refiero con quienes convives, me refiero a tí.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sí, vivo sola y me gusta, me encanta mi soledad. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y entonces?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alquien se metio derrepente...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;y?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tengo miedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;all we need it's just a little patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guns n' Roses - Patience&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-10983737329860591?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/10983737329860591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-6901623098411990047</id><published>2009-11-22T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:41:32.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy pensando en esto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwoICc-MD-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1_-_rH-iYFw/s1600/octubre+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwoICc-MD-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1_-_rH-iYFw/s400/octubre+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407143140841492450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puedo enredarme completamente, eternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conseguir callar los deseos que sujetan tu mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hacer nubes en los suelos, desmoronarme en los cielos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crees que puedes desaparecer y aparecer en Tombuctú?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminando en el agua y bebiendo escondites de ensueño,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tal vez las lágrimas no sean en vano, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;y estos centavos nos cambien el día;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;La sordera no es pecado, es alivio controlado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperar desespera, descalza y sin austeridad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;La noche ya no es negra,&lt;br /&gt;la luna se retuerce mientras empiezo a caminar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Vegetable Man - Syd Barrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-6901623098411990047?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6901623098411990047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=6901623098411990047' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6901623098411990047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6901623098411990047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/estoy-pensando-en-esto.html' title='Estoy pensando en esto'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwoICc-MD-I/AAAAAAAAAKk/1_-_rH-iYFw/s72-c/octubre+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-8051456310424358091</id><published>2009-11-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T21:30:21.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucede lo que sucede</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwTTYMU0r5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0xUQXxNnFbY/s1600/octubre+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwTTYMU0r5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0xUQXxNnFbY/s400/octubre+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405677865330323346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sucede que a veces abro mi caja de Pandora sabiendo que todos los males de mi mundo y porque no, del tuyo, saldrán. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sucede que a veces me topo contigo en las calles y entre la multitud abro paso para irme por el camino contrario.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucede que a veces me nombras y es demasiado para mí, ergo mi corazón no es reciclable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Y también sucede que a veces no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tú - Duncan Dhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8798412025996563230-8051456310424358091?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8051456310424358091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=8051456310424358091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8051456310424358091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8051456310424358091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/sucede-lo-que-sucede.html' title='Sucede lo que sucede'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SwTTYMU0r5I/AAAAAAAAAKc/0xUQXxNnFbY/s72-c/octubre+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-2082664832781245904</id><published>2009-11-13T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:14:38.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/Sv4gWisuOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/45_lvDFD78w/s1600-h/octubre+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/Sv4gWisuOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/45_lvDFD78w/s400/octubre+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403792174534769090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tengo muchas ganas de hacer muchas cosas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siento que mañana podré cambiar, aunque sea un poquito, el mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sé que la suerte no está de mi lado y sé que si algunas veces rezo antes de acostarme todo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; de alguna manera, mejora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sin embargo no lo hago a diario y hace más de un año que no voy a misa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pregúntame si creo en Dios y mi rostro se tornará un gran signo de interrogación.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hablamos de fé? o del corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mañana, pequeño saltamontes... mañana todo puede cambiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; o seguir igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lucky - Radiohead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8798412025996563230-2082664832781245904?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/2082664832781245904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=2082664832781245904' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/2082664832781245904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/2082664832781245904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/tengo-muchas-ganas-de-hacer-muchas.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/Sv4gWisuOcI/AAAAAAAAAKU/45_lvDFD78w/s72-c/octubre+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-7481477364744717572</id><published>2009-11-10T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:29:36.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medianoche</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Desgraciadamente y para tu mal gusto, la noche ha cambiado, una vez más, el rumbo de mi vida.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan vulnerable, tan disolvente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Todas aquellas caras de ingenuidad que se dibujan detrás de aquel vitral me están volviendo loca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Derrepente aún sigo caminando en medio de la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;buscando que la tenue luz de algún farol se impregne con todas mis dudas, mis locuras y mis sentidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SvmidB4G7tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Kn0Nh5H1L9o/s1600-h/IMG_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SvmidB4G7tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Kn0Nh5H1L9o/s320/IMG_0458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402527847611297490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Quizás sea tarde y deba volver a la cama, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;volver con esta falacidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's too many people you used to know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you coming they see you go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They know your secrets and you know theirs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is crazy; nobody cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-7481477364744717572?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7481477364744717572/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=7481477364744717572' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7481477364744717572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7481477364744717572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/11/medianoche.html' title='Medianoche'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SvmidB4G7tI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Kn0Nh5H1L9o/s72-c/IMG_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-5126447259040395185</id><published>2009-11-03T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:28:02.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Después de tu pregunta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SvEPFAt8k1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ceJK4hdnnFI/s1600-h/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; porque el cielo se torna gris, las mariposas se alejan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; y los corazones asustados se esconden entre los arbustos espinados para protegerse. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aún así, mi noche no ha sido la misma&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; mis cielos se van llenando de estrellas que miran mis decisiones&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; y por cada buena una cae al suelo para que atrape y la guarde como flor en mi pecho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Así me alegraré un instante, destilaré gozos y quizá una que otra poesía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;  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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-7689050635737737276</id><published>2009-06-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T13:22:07.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>week-end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ3VGPiQjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pQuJf7iFBzI/s1600-h/IMG_8118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455893560803890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ3VGPiQjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pQuJf7iFBzI/s320/IMG_8118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ2wS4n99I/AAAAAAAAAJc/KkFEC2gtcRQ/s1600-h/IMG_8107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342455261299210194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ1PU7pXQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lT0R06wcDzo/s1600-h/IMG_8058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342453595401444610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ1PU7pXQI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lT0R06wcDzo/s320/IMG_8058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ0j0_ShNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hH-G9X8Wg1c/s1600-h/IMG_8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342452848092415186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ0j0_ShNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/hH-G9X8Wg1c/s320/IMG_8056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya te fuiste de mi&lt;br /&gt;ya me dejaste sola,&lt;br /&gt;« Donde mi », mirada roja.&lt;br /&gt;Sol negro, playa azucarada ,camino hiriente,&lt;br /&gt;el viento picante me envuelve el regreso al nido multicolor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-7689050635737737276?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7689050635737737276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=7689050635737737276' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7689050635737737276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7689050635737737276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/06/week-end.html' title='week-end'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SiQ3VGPiQjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/pQuJf7iFBzI/s72-c/IMG_8118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-1009538990947858344</id><published>2009-05-22T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:51:51.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Helena deja de llorar amores por tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;los dolores del alma se visten de rojo.&lt;br /&gt;Helena por favor no sufras por un tonto,&lt;br /&gt;él no sabe la gran persona que pierde a pesar de todo&lt;br /&gt;Helena sonrie, esta linda la maniana,&lt;br /&gt;no necesitas un ninio que te de una caricia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi hermana termino con su novio, y yo...&lt;br /&gt;yo empeze una relacion con su mejor amigo.&lt;br /&gt;que complicada situacion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-1009538990947858344?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-4692649257345035929</id><published>2009-05-13T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:12:04.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Ya no quiero cerrar los ojos&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8798412025996563230-4692649257345035929?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4692649257345035929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Canciones y canciones&lt;br /&gt;derivas y acciones&lt;br /&gt;reacciones, atracciones&lt;br /&gt;explociones y de pronto algo cae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everytime I see you falling,&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray,&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment,&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that I can't say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-4720375493226867354?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4720375493226867354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;y neci&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y laci&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y ya no comere ques&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no se como sobrervivir sin es&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero eso ya es exces&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;es&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;asi como quien no quiere la cos&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;os&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;os&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;maravillos&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pastele&lt;strong&gt;ando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ando&lt;br /&gt;ando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camin&lt;strong&gt;ando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;campanen&lt;strong&gt;ando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rumore&lt;strong&gt;ando &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ronrone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SdZV8wz5ryI/AAAAAAAAAIk/FwSCLh2e1GY/s400/avion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Hoy andaba por los caminos menos transitados&lt;br /&gt;Hoy nadaba en la rivera de sus labios&lt;br /&gt;Hoy volaba y me tomabas de la mano, (tan despacio)&lt;br /&gt;Hoy andaba, nadaba y volaba..&lt;br /&gt;y derrepente me fui;&lt;br /&gt;me fui de aqui, me fui de alla, y tal vez no vuelva mas.&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/8798412025996563230-5756881808663731121?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5756881808663731121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bxls 07-03-09&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;GRACIASPORQUETAMBIENQUIERESVOLARCONMIGOYRODARCONMIGOYSONIARPORMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8798412025996563230-7463173219369816611?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7463173219369816611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=7463173219369816611' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7463173219369816611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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se sientan a escuchar una canción antigua.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbRJDSmWocI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Wax854Zi4IA/s1600-h/dtodo+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310950181457797570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbRJDSmWocI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Wax854Zi4IA/s400/dtodo+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece que el tiempo no hubiese pasado.&lt;br /&gt;parece que mi cuerpo se hubiera achicado.&lt;br /&gt;Y entre suenios esperaba el momento,&lt;br /&gt;entre lamentos comenzaba el cuento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parado, analisando las cosas.&lt;br /&gt;analisado que todo se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;Por un momento pensó en marcharse,&lt;br /&gt;se dió cuenta que el tiempo no paso en vano&lt;br /&gt;y que ahora tenía 4 dedos en la mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casi un suspiro le cortaba la boca,&lt;br /&gt;y esa melodia le rozaba el sentido&lt;br /&gt;pero necio siguio el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Se repetía "La distancia no es el olvido".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"Ven, acurrucate en mi suenio&lt;br /&gt;para que no despierte el olvido&lt;br /&gt;ven, acuestate conmigo&lt;br /&gt;para que no me haga su duenio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&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/8798412025996563230-1743820543749079254?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1743820543749079254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbRJDSmWocI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Wax854Zi4IA/s72-c/dtodo+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-6088182645151013299</id><published>2009-03-05T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T18:01:43.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El monólogo frente a una tasa blanca llena de café</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbCDTgxOYkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HebbvqIMjY8/s1600-h/IMG_5644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbCDTgxOYkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HebbvqIMjY8/s400/IMG_5644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309888331906966082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sentido que el tiempo se a liberado, &lt;div&gt;no se como, no se cuando pero lo cierto es que se acaba...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;falta poco, lo sé, lo siento. &lt;div&gt;Sentía que podía ver las cosas que nadie mas podía;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por un momento tuve la verdad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta de sentimientos paralelos en mundos ambiguos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta de consciencias ajenas en distancias diversas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta de concretos yacientes en inmensas cavernas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basta de ti, basta de mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Es que todo cabe en una tasa de café,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o será que todo gira en torno al té?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-6088182645151013299?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6088182645151013299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=6088182645151013299' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6088182645151013299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6088182645151013299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/03/el-monologo-frente-una-tasa-blanca.html' title='El monólogo frente a una tasa blanca llena de café'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbCDTgxOYkI/AAAAAAAAAH0/HebbvqIMjY8/s72-c/IMG_5644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-5630358992781116778</id><published>2009-03-05T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:35:33.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un respiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbB9Ds6odGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kf2ES9lOabg/s1600-h/IMG_5802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbB9Ds6odGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kf2ES9lOabg/s400/IMG_5802.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309881463219975266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces imagino tu mirada en un vaso de cristal y otras te veo sentado a la orilla del mar. Eres complicada, hoy mas que ayer sabes que la vida se desgasta, comprame un alma, comprame un relato de tres dientes, dame besos, dame diamantes que restablescan tu vientre.&lt;div&gt;Hoy camino por la vida sin sentido. me paro, respiro. Hoy camino, y camino Hoy no corro. Ho senialo el camino por donde vine, pero no lo miro mas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He conocido nuevos dias y nuevas lunas, las orquideas,  las ligurias, hoy la pase bien, ayer tambien y maniana? que sera maniana? no se, vamos a correr?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy vuelo, amigo, hoy vuelo contigo. Hoy vuelo por ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuando me siento a saborear la vida, el ritmo varia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Respiro, corro, me agito;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reposando con un cigarro, con el humo, Amigo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy vuelo sin ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-5630358992781116778?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5630358992781116778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=5630358992781116778' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5630358992781116778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5630358992781116778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-respiro.html' title='Un respiro'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SbB9Ds6odGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/kf2ES9lOabg/s72-c/IMG_5802.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-1491087704186001041</id><published>2009-02-19T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:20:15.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qu'est-ce que c'est?</title><content type='html'>AaRON - Last night troughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-1491087704186001041?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1491087704186001041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=1491087704186001041' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1491087704186001041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1491087704186001041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/02/quest-ce-que-cest.html' title='Qu&apos;est-ce que c&apos;est?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-3165699766824282891</id><published>2009-02-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T17:02:46.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El dÍa de mamá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SZIjDVYXNwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0ay3hMJ-X8I/s1600-h/MAMAMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301338251554404098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SZIjDVYXNwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0ay3hMJ-X8I/s400/MAMAMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Una vez andaba en la luna,&lt;br /&gt;perdida, oscura&lt;br /&gt;Una vez andaba sin ti&lt;br /&gt;sin cuna, amargura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día miraba las estrellas, hubo una que me gusto&lt;br /&gt;corrí, corrí sin penas mas no consegui cogerla.&lt;br /&gt;Volví con un cohete y volé solo para buscarte a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mamá me enseñó una foto suya de joven. Le faltaba la mitad.&lt;br /&gt;No quise decírselo, pero a mi vida le falta ese mismo trozo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-3165699766824282891?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3165699766824282891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=3165699766824282891' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3165699766824282891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3165699766824282891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/02/el-dia-de-mama.html' title='El dÍa de mamá'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SZIjDVYXNwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/0ay3hMJ-X8I/s72-c/MAMAMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-222640759475363024</id><published>2009-02-08T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:28:36.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SY-D_dwceuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxiVeoX1HsM/s1600-h/JOHANNA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300600412781181666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SY-D_dwceuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxiVeoX1HsM/s400/JOHANNA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sentada nuevamente, escribiendote, pensando que a veces bueno retomar las cosas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He vuelto y se que a partir de hoy,&lt;br /&gt;a partir de este momento&lt;br /&gt;ya nada sera igual y no,&lt;br /&gt;no temo por mi, temo por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tengo miedo de volver a preguntarmelo&lt;br /&gt;-¿Preguntarte que?&lt;br /&gt;-Como sera mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-222640759475363024?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/222640759475363024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=222640759475363024' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/222640759475363024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/222640759475363024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2009/02/volver.html' title='Volver'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SY-D_dwceuI/AAAAAAAAAG4/IxiVeoX1HsM/s72-c/JOHANNA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-1585417341295251127</id><published>2008-12-15T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:50:59.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SUb5miG4iQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cW2veX1uwlQ/s1600-h/joh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280182053524506882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SUb5miG4iQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cW2veX1uwlQ/s400/joh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Creo que la vida me odiará por no haber sabido imaginar&lt;br /&gt;me hago viejo y no lo quiero, nadie quiere hacerse viejo ya&lt;br /&gt;cuantas noches en ningun lugar, cuantas horas sin poder hablar&lt;br /&gt;alguien destrozó mi ego y ahora muero, no lo quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Cuantas noches en ningun lugar, cuantas miradas que no me querian mirar&lt;br /&gt;y esas pastillas que me tomo para volar. lo quiero? realmente lo quiero?&lt;br /&gt;Dejame de una buena vez en paz, hoy solo quiero respirar.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero darme cuenta que el tiempo ya paso, que los dias pesan mas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin latidos ni gomas de mascar, solo susurros al despertar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-1585417341295251127?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1585417341295251127/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=1585417341295251127' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1585417341295251127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1585417341295251127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/12/creo-que-la-vida-me-odiar-por-no-haber.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SUb5miG4iQI/AAAAAAAAAGk/cW2veX1uwlQ/s72-c/joh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-8491445867160388538</id><published>2008-11-06T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:02:19.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Los horizontes por mas lejanos que&lt;br /&gt;se vean no tienen por que asumirse&lt;br /&gt;como improbables, descuidado Nii.&lt;br /&gt;Cuando menos te lo esperas los plazos&lt;br /&gt;se cumplen y los dias se acortan.&lt;br /&gt;Planificate y organizate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El Horoscopo me da miedo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-8491445867160388538?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8491445867160388538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=8491445867160388538' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8491445867160388538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8491445867160388538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/11/los-horizontes-por-mas-lejanos-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-3172894047773379990</id><published>2008-10-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:07:04.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideremos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SQjQEDUd2dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0vEudywc_c/s1600-h/yy+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262684932611627474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SQjQEDUd2dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0vEudywc_c/s400/yy+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez más ella estaba sentada en el mismo lugar,&lt;br /&gt;con la misma mirada y sin nadie a quien esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Los días se volvían más fríos y más solos a su andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consideremos que era ella quien miraba sin mirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movía sus cabellos al ritmo de la mar, oia los latidos&lt;br /&gt;y las canciones a su andar se silenciaban, se apagaban&lt;br /&gt;todo parecía andar mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consideremos que era ella quien escuchaba sin escuchar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día se acostó y a un angel le rezó, despertó y obsevo al mirar&lt;br /&gt;de tanta emocíon solto una risa y pudo oir al escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consideremos que era ella quien se negaba a navegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naveguemos por la vida con 3 sentidos de más... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-3172894047773379990?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3172894047773379990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=3172894047773379990' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3172894047773379990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3172894047773379990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/consideremos.html' title='Consideremos'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SQjQEDUd2dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/U0vEudywc_c/s72-c/yy+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-7463961337043809432</id><published>2008-10-21T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T13:52:27.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>auch !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SP4_Xwa5FxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1JvJnaOqfOA/s1600-h/Unu+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259711092182554386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SP4_Xwa5FxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1JvJnaOqfOA/s400/Unu+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy no quise despegarme de la cama (pero lo hice)&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no quise ser punto de llegada (pero lo fui)&lt;br /&gt;y aun siento el haber cometido mil webadas&lt;br /&gt;el heber sido tan malvada&lt;br /&gt;el haber vivido sin vivir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contesto lo que me mandas&lt;br /&gt;recitando el poema del fin&lt;br /&gt;una llamada, una palabra&lt;br /&gt;una lagrima que veo venir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaso tu te preocupaste por mi alma?&lt;br /&gt;voló sintiendo temor&lt;br /&gt;Acaso yo me ocupe de arroparla?&lt;br /&gt;para que no sienta mas frio ni dolor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-7463961337043809432?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7463961337043809432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=7463961337043809432' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7463961337043809432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7463961337043809432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/auch.html' title='auch !'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SP4_Xwa5FxI/AAAAAAAAAGU/1JvJnaOqfOA/s72-c/Unu+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-7601594300529378559</id><published>2008-10-20T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T13:53:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre un presente perfecto y un pasado simple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPzvsVKdJoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-aYtFnf0eA/s1600-h/ff+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259342009736177282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPzvsVKdJoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-aYtFnf0eA/s400/ff+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[Debo admitir que el titulo suena más bonito en ingles.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congruencias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como parte del show tenemos a mas de 200 estudiantes viviendo durante un anio en un país enano. Sorprendente? No... se llama intercambio.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy una de aquellas chicas que por temor a enfrontar mis peores miedos decidí volar&lt;br /&gt;volar lejos, hasta aqui [Bélgica]&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/8798412025996563230-7601594300529378559?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/7601594300529378559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=7601594300529378559' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7601594300529378559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/7601594300529378559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/present-perfect.html' title='Entre un presente perfecto y un pasado simple'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPzvsVKdJoI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r-aYtFnf0eA/s72-c/ff+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-4657438152763534628</id><published>2008-10-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:16:26.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El mail al ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPZdUs9fQaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uAyCO4eAsx0/s1600-h/unico+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257492225249460642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPZdUs9fQaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uAyCO4eAsx0/s320/unico+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pesar de aver hecho el respectivo borrador en un block me salio hasta las webas,&lt;br /&gt;re-informal (debo considerar tomar algun curso de redaccion &lt;em&gt;csm&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola!&lt;br /&gt;Debo empezar diciendo que no quiero malograrte el día, la noche o la madrugada&lt;br /&gt;y espero que no lo tomes como&lt;em&gt; joda&lt;/em&gt; o como: &lt;em&gt;ya va empezar otra vez&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;solo que me preguntaba hace algunos días si podrías pensar en acortar el tiempo deno hablarme y eso&lt;br /&gt;Te extranio, sabes? y no me imagino estar un anio sin poder contarte lo que me pasa o como me siento.&lt;br /&gt;Si has leido hasta este punto (.) &lt;-- El punto Y no has borrado el mail ni nada parecido, creo que vamos por buen camino. Bueno eso era todo No es necesario que respondas si no quieres, pero (siempre hay peros que valen) me gustaría que lo hicieras.&lt;br /&gt;Cuídate mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-4657438152763534628?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4657438152763534628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=4657438152763534628' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4657438152763534628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4657438152763534628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/el-mail-al-ex.html' title='El mail al ex'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPZdUs9fQaI/AAAAAAAAAGE/uAyCO4eAsx0/s72-c/unico+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-5721841684610793681</id><published>2008-10-14T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:09:25.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fumemos el amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPTEFqzL-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ReHRlrOY8hc/s1600-h/id+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257042266715584690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPTEFqzL-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ReHRlrOY8hc/s320/id+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hoy no... no mas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-5721841684610793681?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5721841684610793681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=5721841684610793681' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5721841684610793681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5721841684610793681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/fumemos-el-amor.html' title='Fumemos el amor'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPTEFqzL-LI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ReHRlrOY8hc/s72-c/id+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-4837068937977200042</id><published>2008-10-12T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T03:59:25.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPHX-kb-s3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FQAG4BQWzpg/s1600-h/IMG_1997.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256219710050972530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPHX-kb-s3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FQAG4BQWzpg/s400/IMG_1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ayer conocí a Irina, una simpática cusquenia que desde un anio y tres meses vive en Bélgica.&lt;br /&gt;Es la primera peruana que me encuentro en ese país y obviamente tuvimos mucho de que hablar.&lt;br /&gt;Me encantó conocerla pues ella comprendió lo que sentía y me dio fuerzas para seguir adelante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estar sola en un país no es facil, estar en un país donde no conoces la lengua menos, pero estar sola en un país y no conocer la lengua es realmente admirable",&lt;/em&gt; fueron sus palabras.&lt;br /&gt;Al final del día quedamos en volver a vernos el proximo fin de semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias Irina!&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/8798412025996563230-4837068937977200042?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4837068937977200042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=4837068937977200042' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4837068937977200042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4837068937977200042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/ayer-conoc-irina-una-simptica-cusquenia.html' title=''/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SPHX-kb-s3I/AAAAAAAAAF0/FQAG4BQWzpg/s72-c/IMG_1997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-3168828647496105284</id><published>2008-10-08T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:53:03.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy es un buen día para volver a empezar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOzw6vlMaYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LgaTqsLuDbM/s1600-h/IMG_1764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254839757230074242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOzw6vlMaYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LgaTqsLuDbM/s400/IMG_1764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoy salio el sol en mi mundo y me dieron ganas de volar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy los árboles me mostraron sus lados más profundos,&lt;br /&gt;y sin pensarlo decidí abandonar ese estado tan inseguro&lt;br /&gt;que no me dejaba ya respirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hoy pude ver que si ciertas cosas me dan la espalda&lt;br /&gt;su trasero puedo tocar.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-3168828647496105284?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3168828647496105284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=3168828647496105284' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3168828647496105284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3168828647496105284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy-es-un-buen-da-para-volver-empezar.html' title='Hoy es un buen día para volver a empezar'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOzw6vlMaYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/LgaTqsLuDbM/s72-c/IMG_1764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-5886232730278017613</id><published>2008-10-06T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:16:44.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>04/10/08   10:00 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Es como el tiempo que pasa callado&lt;br /&gt;y yo apreciando tal vez un olvido&lt;br /&gt;acariciando tus latidos,&lt;br /&gt;mordisqueandolos sin sentido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254030286492363010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOoQtWGFaQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jUvdEV5rWjA/s400/negro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: y no espero que me entiendas&lt;br /&gt;J: no te preocupes, no lo haré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------- voilà, c'est fini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;----------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-5886232730278017613?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/5886232730278017613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=5886232730278017613' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5886232730278017613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/5886232730278017613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/es-como-el-tiempo-que-pasa-callado.html' title='04/10/08   10:00 pm'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOoQtWGFaQI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jUvdEV5rWjA/s72-c/negro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-9037876816936943861</id><published>2008-10-04T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T05:00:49.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoy se me antoja un hasta luego</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253234063452152706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOc8jEIMI4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sG7bKcl7L3o/s400/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero es en vano seguir esperando,&lt;br /&gt;hundiendome en recuerdos exactos.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta aqui llego esa mirada perdida, esos deseos humanos&lt;br /&gt;Me hubiera gustado una respuesta, una señal o algo y aunque suene tan gastado debo decir otra vez &lt;em&gt;por algo pasan las cosas&lt;/em&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;no me había dado cuenta lo que significaba el amor hasta ahora&lt;br /&gt;(ay! que cursi sono eso) pero es que así pasa cuando sucede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau, te hubiera querido para siempre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-9037876816936943861?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/9037876816936943861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=9037876816936943861' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/9037876816936943861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/9037876816936943861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoy-se-me-antoja-un-hasta-luego.html' title='Hoy se me antoja un hasta luego'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOc8jEIMI4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/sG7bKcl7L3o/s72-c/IMG_1443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-4509822692346503869</id><published>2008-10-02T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T11:06:49.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y aqui solo llueve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOUNeTauUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p1PEPt_P5Ns/s1600-h/IMG_1430.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252619354657149602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOUNeTauUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p1PEPt_P5Ns/s200/IMG_1430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola, y con este ya son 3.&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo porque simplemente no sé que pasa conmigo y mucho menos con nosotros.&lt;br /&gt;Me preocupas y lo sabes, la pregunta es si yo te preocupo.&lt;br /&gt;Han sido días tan dificiles donde me he preguntado una y mil veces si la desición que tome fue la correcta. He estado sentada, echada, parada, boca arriba y boca abajo y tal vez inventando una posición pero el hecho es que he estado pensando en ti, sí en ti cabecita loca y podría asegurarte que recordarte me ha hecho derramar más de 34 lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Aveces me pregunto como serían las cosas contigo en este momento y trato de no imaginar nada ya que sé que mi cabecita volara tan alto que tendría un final más trágico que el de Ícaro.&lt;br /&gt;Las cosas no me estan llendo tan bien aca, tu mejor que nadie sabes lo produce el frío y lo gris en mi, y llego esa época en donde ese frío me impide sonreir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando una respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;me despido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te quiero muchísimo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-4509822692346503869?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOUNeTauUqI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p1PEPt_P5Ns/s72-c/IMG_1430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-3792159342289926205</id><published>2008-10-02T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:53:59.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se me antoja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOZbJFpCgxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wjgh69GqVWk/s1600-h/IMG_1431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252986227065520914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOZbJFpCgxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wjgh69GqVWk/s320/IMG_1431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;[Hoy desperté con ganas de tener deseos&lt;br /&gt;y me pregunté el porque de tantos miedos.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me antoja un infinito de respuestas&lt;br /&gt;a las preguntas que te debo&lt;br /&gt;Se me antoja un arco iris de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;y un momento de silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Se me antoja confesarte lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;y empujarte en el espejo de lo eterno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Subiré aquellas gradas de lo adverso&lt;br /&gt;y no lo haré lento,&lt;br /&gt;pues estar abajo se siente espeso&lt;br /&gt;y me impide liberar esto que siento.]&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/8798412025996563230-3792159342289926205?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/3792159342289926205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=3792159342289926205' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3792159342289926205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/3792159342289926205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-me-antoja.html' title='Se me antoja'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SOZbJFpCgxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/wjgh69GqVWk/s72-c/IMG_1431.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-841180574333603944</id><published>2008-10-01T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T12:55:45.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confieso sentir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SON4ccsFUoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CHdnZISABO0/s1600-h/des.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252174020576891522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SON4ccsFUoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CHdnZISABO0/s400/des.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"&gt; d o l o r. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8798412025996563230-841180574333603944?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SON4ccsFUoI/AAAAAAAAAEs/CHdnZISABO0/s72-c/des.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-6804487130991701733</id><published>2008-09-29T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:31:23.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En busca de un sueño - Silvio Rodriguez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SODmXXYGjjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XjyDjBpA8hU/s1600-h/IMG_1410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251450454600486450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SODmXXYGjjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XjyDjBpA8hU/s320/IMG_1410.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;se acerca este joven&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;van generaciones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;hermoso y rebelde&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;que gana y que pierde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;de bella locura&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;que mata y que cura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;desatan ciclones&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;cuántas ilusiones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;transcurren los ríos&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;se salta al vacío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;abrasa el amante&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;simula el tunante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;tallaron la piedra&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;Dios vino a la tierra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;partí con mi día&lt;br /&gt;En busca de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;que no hay todavía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-6804487130991701733?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/6804487130991701733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=6804487130991701733' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6804487130991701733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/6804487130991701733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/09/en-busca-de-un-sueo-silvio-rodriguez.html' title='En busca de un sueño - Silvio Rodriguez'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SODmXXYGjjI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XjyDjBpA8hU/s72-c/IMG_1410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-1876881565080277604</id><published>2008-09-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T12:45:59.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma 01</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SN_eF3N4mTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KCpO_ce7vuI/s1600-h/Sans+zazaa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251159882840185138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SN_eF3N4mTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KCpO_ce7vuI/s320/Sans+zazaa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fue un&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SN_dqWFXCyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/miGcaL9Vavo/s1600-h/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; mes de soledad, de ambiguedad.&lt;br /&gt;De cambios y de emoción, todo parecía una gran aventura, un viaje, un más alla&lt;br /&gt;un querer morder los espejos de aquellas paredes que no parecían prodigar ningun mal.&lt;br /&gt;¡Pero qué barbaridad!, y es que el suelo se hace cada vez más corta a mi mirada.&lt;/em&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/8798412025996563230-1876881565080277604?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1876881565080277604/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=1876881565080277604' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1876881565080277604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1876881565080277604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/09/plasma-01.html' title='Plasma 01'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SN_eF3N4mTI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KCpO_ce7vuI/s72-c/Sans+zazaa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-1227650266694793470</id><published>2008-09-19T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T13:35:08.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamor ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SNQL3VdzrAI/AAAAAAAAADs/4VpLnNBf9PM/s1600-h/Photo+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247832511076346882" style="CURSOR: hand" height="345" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SNQL3VdzrAI/AAAAAAAAADs/4VpLnNBf9PM/s320/Photo+164.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SNQLVyt_qHI/AAAAAAAAADk/glP7FiRW2pA/s1600-h/Photo+164.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te miro y veo que en tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;no hay dudas ni medias mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Respiro y respiras de aquella mala partida&lt;br /&gt;y me miras (pero que pesadilla !)&lt;br /&gt;Te encuentro en lo oculto y contigo me veo&lt;br /&gt;consulto, me insultas (te crees poesía?)&lt;br /&gt;Que necio eres y yo una perdida,&lt;br /&gt;te unto de gracias, tu de sonrisas vacias.&lt;br /&gt;Te detesto pues miras el expreso&lt;br /&gt;mientras tus ojos me quitan desvelo&lt;br /&gt;Me oyes?&lt;br /&gt;Te grito en &lt;em&gt;s i l e n c i o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo quiero que vengas&lt;br /&gt;y me des un beso.&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/8798412025996563230-1227650266694793470?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/1227650266694793470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=1227650266694793470' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1227650266694793470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/1227650266694793470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/09/h-m-o-r.html' title='Hamor ?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SNQL3VdzrAI/AAAAAAAAADs/4VpLnNBf9PM/s72-c/Photo+164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-8506302674476593262</id><published>2008-09-16T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:19:34.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo me mi conmigo, tu te ti contigo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hola&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5 min despues)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hola?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;estabas?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Sí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Creí que no porque no me respondías&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Suele pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Así pasa cuando sucede, oye me voy a cenar un tq&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;Despues de 18 días de no saber nada de mi mejor amigo, es lo mejor que pude encontrar...&lt;br /&gt;Y sí, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Así pasa cuando sucede&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2338/2244730244_1f77be8354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2338/2244730244_1f77be8354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Los amigos son como las gafas,&lt;br /&gt;te parecen interesantes...&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se rayan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8798412025996563230-8506302674476593262?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/8506302674476593262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=8506302674476593262' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8506302674476593262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/8506302674476593262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/2008/09/yo-me-mi-conmigo-tu-te-ti-contigo.html' title='yo me mi conmigo, tu te ti contigo?'/><author><name>Johanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845832258034097157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SMlqYIs3yjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/eprl8C7d9S8/S220/JOha.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2338/2244730244_1f77be8354_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8798412025996563230.post-4132011174152675918</id><published>2008-09-15T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:20:12.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El comienzo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SM6XMT8VmcI/AAAAAAAAACc/efEXmRfBK68/s1600-h/Creat0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246296853700778434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-qSjG-gHWxg/SM6XMT8VmcI/AAAAAAAAACc/efEXmRfBK68/s320/Creat0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Ya no quedan miedos ni entusiasmos mal pagados]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Misantropa, oscura y en tiempos inexactos la volví a encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;No era realmente su forma de mirar, sino como me animaba a entrar,&lt;br /&gt;un aliento de vida me podía salvar en ese momento&lt;br /&gt;pero solo tu mirada caída me hubiera alejado y regresado al comienzo.&lt;br /&gt;Tarde o temprano las canciones no escritas se escribían a mi andar&lt;br /&gt;y tus ganas de atarme al viento me daba alas para volar;&lt;br /&gt;Y fue así que una mañana sin sol me dormí en su mirada,&lt;br /&gt;mientras ella me daba la mano comenzaba aquella balada&lt;br /&gt;donde bailan desde aquel día mis sueños, donde vuela mi alma.&lt;/span&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/8798412025996563230-4132011174152675918?l=johatescribe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johatescribe.blogspot.com/feeds/4132011174152675918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8798412025996563230&amp;postID=4132011174152675918' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4132011174152675918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8798412025996563230/posts/default/4132011174152675918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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