tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44697904955853529842012-01-25T17:57:11.523+01:00Anelenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-19458321295991235702012-01-24T02:19:00.002+01:002012-01-24T02:19:56.263+01:00<br /><div style="text-align: center;">...Me recitas el cuerpo con el filo de tu boca</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwXLZBM71zw/Tx4ERC5HOBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/i_gPPbGS3f8/s1600/quietud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PwXLZBM71zw/Tx4ERC5HOBI/AAAAAAAAA5I/i_gPPbGS3f8/s320/quietud.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meces la cuna de mi deseo...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dOdx6q83L0I" width="320"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">y me respiras.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1945832129599123570?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-72639455665815288622012-01-13T20:36:00.000+01:002012-01-13T20:36:38.125+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">La fuerza de una caricia...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;tras otra... y&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">otra más...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7z5hyP-rYNA" width="270"></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78tUdKsIvm4/TxCF1xP9v9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lMT0-gq0jCY/s1600/caricia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="170" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-78tUdKsIvm4/TxCF1xP9v9I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/lMT0-gq0jCY/s200/caricia.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7263945566581528862?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-1658214913847732442012-01-12T10:18:00.000+01:002012-01-12T10:18:24.950+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">...Y el Mirarte&nbsp;...Y el Tocarte&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">sin mas distracción que el eco de tus ojos.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDZ8g6vrW88/Tw6k8KXUdoI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zDZIESru0Ig/s1600/tocar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xDZ8g6vrW88/Tw6k8KXUdoI/AAAAAAAAA3I/zDZIESru0Ig/s320/tocar.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SppyoLiRomE" width="360"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eso es eXcepcional en eXceso.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">X al cuadrado.</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-165821491384773244?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-21221798925680635562012-01-05T21:31:00.000+01:002012-01-05T21:31:11.945+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Impregnarme de ti...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6lj1l55284/TwYIZfgXm_I/AAAAAAAACZY/0KDVe_96uQk/s1600/dos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B6lj1l55284/TwYIZfgXm_I/AAAAAAAACZY/0KDVe_96uQk/s320/dos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/az2BiQffOXw" width="420"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2122179892568063556?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-28132167410898883102012-01-03T01:28:00.000+01:002012-01-03T01:28:12.169+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">El peso de una sola de mis lágrimas...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sBCM9P-KWI/TwJLWR2PG0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/gha3_5SmGbk/s1600/desnuda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1sBCM9P-KWI/TwJLWR2PG0I/AAAAAAAAA2M/gha3_5SmGbk/s320/desnuda.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NAbRQ17qD04" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2813216741089888310?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-89953425053260747562011-11-25T21:33:00.000+01:002011-11-25T21:33:31.250+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">...ese sonido...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5DtBmJVwig4" width="320"></iframe></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No duele, es sólo el crujido de una infinita tristeza...</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2GRKviMjqg/Ts_7KZ_DXBI/AAAAAAAACXo/UhA2GLw0Si0/s1600/Diapositiva13.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2GRKviMjqg/Ts_7KZ_DXBI/AAAAAAAACXo/UhA2GLw0Si0/s320/Diapositiva13.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8995342505326074756?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-50208307930513757082011-11-24T18:57:00.000+01:002011-11-24T18:57:53.731+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Nunca me podrán arrancar lo que me supones...</div><div style="text-align: center;">y nunca se decide lo que se ha de sentir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNAI-bGBqwE/Ts4vnweKmfI/AAAAAAAACXg/9s3xJ3jOa_E/s1600/prin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WNAI-bGBqwE/Ts4vnweKmfI/AAAAAAAACXg/9s3xJ3jOa_E/s1600/prin.jpg" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jDfKV1pBvsA" width="420"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5020830793051375708?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-89334261479295710722011-11-15T01:34:00.000+01:002011-11-15T01:34:09.915+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Para tú</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para él</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para nosotros</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para vosotros</div><div style="text-align: center;">Para ellos.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mYIfiQlfaas" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8933426147929571072?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-63241208496758850222011-09-16T19:16:00.000+02:002011-09-16T19:16:26.216+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Junto al mar de un horizonte&nbsp;y &nbsp;la tierra de mi razón.&nbsp;Amando</div><div style="text-align: center;">Más allá de lo razonable y &nbsp;lo descriptible. &nbsp;Amando.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Y en la curvatura cierta de tu locura.&nbsp;Bebiendo y bramando. Amor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSZhJSjiuRY/TnOBoXI9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/zId_r_Ua1ko/s1600/manos-unidas436.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lSZhJSjiuRY/TnOBoXI9Z-I/AAAAAAAAAhs/zId_r_Ua1ko/s320/manos-unidas436.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7SESgcC8CGw" width="640"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6324120849675885022?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-38945273163955449382011-09-07T12:20:00.000+02:002011-09-07T12:20:20.001+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">El deseo que me inspiras sobrepasa el arte del orgasmo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDQjXzrrub8/TmdFC_Tg1lI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-4nvsgUzuZ0/s1600/bello-horizonte1+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jDQjXzrrub8/TmdFC_Tg1lI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-4nvsgUzuZ0/s320/bello-horizonte1+%25281%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u3rdmitD_FQ" width="640"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3894527316395544938?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-18083397050687423562011-09-03T02:39:00.000+02:002011-09-03T02:39:26.678+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t894eGoymio" width="640"></iframe></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMClYGvfqX4/TmF2Wwwk4_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/W9KiJessjvk/s1600/idealesylakpv5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kMClYGvfqX4/TmF2Wwwk4_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/W9KiJessjvk/s200/idealesylakpv5.jpg" width="200" /></a></div>&nbsp; &nbsp; Te voy a cantar las nanas de las buenas noches entres mis muslos. Al compás de mi tac, tac...<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1808339705068742356?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-2264929431594049172011-08-09T14:07:00.000+02:002011-08-09T14:07:40.759+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">...No puedo arrancarte de mí. Estás demasiado profundo...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Necesito volver a quererte</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLNscd1wZzc/TkEh0x_f7EI/AAAAAAAACU4/ejN6JnO9C9k/s1600/poker-ases.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JLNscd1wZzc/TkEh0x_f7EI/AAAAAAAACU4/ejN6JnO9C9k/s320/poker-ases.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://letras.terra.com/james-blake/1827194/">Letra</a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/oOT2-OTebx0" width="853"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-226492943159404917?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-15235790068278514122011-06-11T02:46:00.000+02:002011-06-11T02:46:01.349+02:00<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASmn3RUVZ_s/TfK5RGQYBcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CMyNBDV4gI8/s1600/Ghost-in-the-Shell-Major-Kusanagi-400x260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ASmn3RUVZ_s/TfK5RGQYBcI/AAAAAAAAAVY/CMyNBDV4gI8/s320/Ghost-in-the-Shell-Major-Kusanagi-400x260.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XuBTxHwfAUI?rel=0" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">La mayor gracia de mi existencia es</div><div style="text-align: center;">la terrible soledad que me acompaña desde...</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;que ese terrible beso me encadenó a ti.</div></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1523579006827851412?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-9397186427034849962011-06-03T03:38:00.000+02:002011-06-03T03:38:28.485+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Somos simples píxeles sensibles a la emoción.&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Eres el píxel de mi&nbsp;arco iris invertido</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rkAl6xt2AdE?rel=0" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-939718642703484996?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-89144751395776648292011-06-01T14:35:00.000+02:002011-06-01T14:36:07.819+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TF7zZNjgilI/AAAAAAAAB6w/LLN5QT4RQaw/s1600/vacio" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TF7zZNjgilI/AAAAAAAAB6w/LLN5QT4RQaw/s320/vacio" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Tutelar el rasguño incontrolable del sentir más absoluto.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Encandilar el sinuoso parpadeo de una emoción incontrolada </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">…soñar con el límite del infinito.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=16a412e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gnossienne Nº 4 - Erik Satie</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8914475139577664829?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-18438869222737664852011-05-21T16:51:00.001+02:002011-05-21T16:52:45.996+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Tú</div><div style="text-align: center;">entre mi ser y mi estar.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;">No hay nada más hermoso que abrir los ojos una mañana y ver el reflejo de tu alma en otras pupilas...</div><div style="text-align: center;">en esos segundos que se para el mundo te amo eterno.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WU9ufNM1E0o/TdfNTlCF2lI/AAAAAAAACRg/WkcPXWKGckY/s1600/pumpum.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WU9ufNM1E0o/TdfNTlCF2lI/AAAAAAAACRg/WkcPXWKGckY/s320/pumpum.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5bVRTtcWmXI?rel=0" width="425"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Primera parte del último movimiento " Ciaccona" de la Partita para violín nº2 de Bach</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1843886922273766485?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-44069334919914336192011-05-18T19:25:00.000+02:002011-05-18T19:25:00.066+02:00Inconcluso sentimiento...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dTCj68HPic/TdPcLMwJa2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JtxmefyKj8w/s1600/Desnuda+eres+tan+simple+como+una+de+tus+manos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0dTCj68HPic/TdPcLMwJa2I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JtxmefyKj8w/s200/Desnuda+eres+tan+simple+como+una+de+tus+manos.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br />...el borroso restregón de todas las palabras sentidas...<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;...en el roce de tus labios.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe width="425" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pUEYlzVsltM?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4406933491991433619?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-19430061561168969732011-05-10T21:06:00.000+02:002011-05-10T21:06:58.811+02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1DPr_-AULI/Tcl4cGHfdTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KekGxYwDl_A/s1600/boca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U1DPr_-AULI/Tcl4cGHfdTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KekGxYwDl_A/s200/boca.jpg" width="156" /></a>la voracidad de tus fluidos...me dominan...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="36" width="470"><param value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtzOjg6IjEzNzA0NjczIjtzOjQ6ImNvZGUiO3M6MTI6IjEzNzA0NjczLWE0YSI7czo2OiJ1c2VySWQiO3M6NzoiMTc5NDEwMSI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEzMDUwNTM5OTg7fQ==&autoplay=default" name="movie"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed wmode="transparent" height="36" width="470" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtzOjg6IjEzNzA0NjczIjtzOjQ6ImNvZGUiO3M6MTI6IjEzNzA0NjczLWE0YSI7czo2OiJ1c2VySWQiO3M6NzoiMTc5NDEwMSI7czoxMjoiZXh0ZXJuYWxDYWxsIjtpOjE7czo0OiJ0aW1lIjtpOjEzMDUwNTM5OTg7fQ==&autoplay=default"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1943006156116896973?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-38169914904902606942011-05-01T14:52:00.000+02:002011-05-01T14:52:26.036+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">...Cada palabra que vibra me recuerda a ti y entonces recuerdo aquello de por qué te quise tanto...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="31" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2TUNVrd3RXc?rel=0" width="425"></iframe></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Eres<br />el más intenso sentir de la verdad de una existencia<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDrZ0rLpTU8/Tb1WxCUKFfI/AAAAAAAACRY/inWmAkYO9JU/s1600/PuccaAndGaru.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NDrZ0rLpTU8/Tb1WxCUKFfI/AAAAAAAACRY/inWmAkYO9JU/s320/PuccaAndGaru.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3816991490490260694?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-45047950371564116952011-04-26T16:12:00.000+02:002011-04-26T16:12:13.005+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">sonríe</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Qué eres lo más bonito de mi razón de ser</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_r9To--8IVY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="200"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4504795037156411695?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-67284439624152509102011-04-24T14:25:00.000+02:002011-04-24T14:25:33.844+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Amor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaD_8ONujus/TbQO5bqPY6I/AAAAAAAACRQ/b767ge1F310/s1600/20070618211429-dar-amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YaD_8ONujus/TbQO5bqPY6I/AAAAAAAACRQ/b767ge1F310/s200/20070618211429-dar-amor.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">...suspiro con tus labios en mi cuello...<br />tú<br />...susurras los rincones de mi piel...<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eres la constante vital de mi existencia.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/UyRX0nXXqd8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6728443962415250910?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-46693706004874012402011-04-18T11:39:00.000+02:002011-04-18T11:39:21.230+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">...todo el rato.</div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cDO6d3VBGz0?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a...</div><div style="text-align: center;">tramitar el sentir del cuerpo</div><div style="text-align: center;">y</div><div style="text-align: center;">...sin parar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a sellar la existencia.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4669370600487401240?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ænoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-14825306315965355072011-04-13T08:19:00.000+02:002011-04-13T08:19:42.882+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a comer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Despacito&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">y con ganas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El cuerpo</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a beber.</div><div style="text-align: center;">La boca.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Los fluidos</div><div style="text-align: center;">y</div><div style="text-align: center;">las circunstancias</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y cuando acabe.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a respirar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=21d1449" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1482530631596535507?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-29885178893919693132011-04-11T02:22:00.000+02:002011-04-11T02:22:00.004+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Te haré sentir...<br />...roce sutil...<br />...dios en mi piel...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eres el pincel de todos mis colores.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy a sanear la existencia.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2988517889391969313?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-11116923716013290612011-04-07T19:34:00.000+02:002011-04-07T19:34:46.807+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">kissmeneame</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2vxF58KYbMM" title="YouTube video player" width="200"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1111692371601329061?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-48377002831755341102011-04-06T01:05:00.000+02:002011-04-06T01:05:54.316+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Cruje<br />Toca<br />Siente<br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/eFqTsmRosjg?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="56"></iframe><br />re voz ame<br />de<br />tú<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4837700283175534110?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-39052461202176145872011-04-04T09:31:00.000+02:002011-04-04T09:31:20.895+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Me&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">enredo en tú</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">retuerces los sentidos, me cautivas, me matas...</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kpqm1hxgH-w?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="200"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3905246120217614587?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-10116625553950935892011-04-02T02:42:00.001+02:002011-06-11T14:23:12.103+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">sentir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">poseer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">amar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNx-sURIGx8/TZZvo9T2QeI/AAAAAAAACP0/B621GMbmPkY/s1600/efluvios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KNx-sURIGx8/TZZvo9T2QeI/AAAAAAAACP0/B621GMbmPkY/s320/efluvios.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><object height="132" width="300"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cf5dfd8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sinfon%C3%ADa_n.%C2%BA_3_(Brahms)">Brahms Sinfonía nº3, 3º Movimiento</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1011662555395093589?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-43394321931993329602011-03-24T17:11:00.000+01:002011-03-24T17:11:16.738+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fI4MuzK5q5s?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4339432193199332960?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-8430434002822815072011-03-19T01:50:00.000+01:002011-03-19T01:50:29.255+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Crujiente.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tierno, sonoro, dulce y salado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Muerdo boca lengua toco...&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Te siento.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/A6s49OKp6aE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="560"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-843043400282281507?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-24082515257056936832011-03-16T01:36:00.000+01:002011-03-16T01:36:23.019+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Si quererme te aprieta el corazón.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">No me quieras más.&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: inherit;">Quiéreme mejor.</span></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C8-0zBEbz7k?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="600"></iframe><br /><br />El último (qué yo sepa) album que saco el grupo de tango <a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Malevaje">Malevaje</a> lleva por título.<br />No me quieras tanto, quiéreme mejor,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2408251525705693683?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-52362712034653265562011-03-16T01:24:00.002+01:002011-03-16T01:32:37.153+01:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i></i></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Yo te daré los trescientos sesenta y cinco buenos días más los besos de amor.</i></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><i>Multiplicados por los años de mis días </i></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">La canción y el icono es para un amigo muy especial que sé que le gusta el mundo Fraggle, el buen rock, la buena música y sobre todo los abrazos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LPk1YtR3pa8/TX6YrJ5P4MI/AAAAAAAACNU/IapLAt5pqFI/s1600/simpatico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LPk1YtR3pa8/TX6YrJ5P4MI/AAAAAAAACNU/IapLAt5pqFI/s200/simpatico.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="30" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CngM1RISRWA?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe></span></div>Y el conjunto para todo aquél que lo quiera disfrutar.<br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5236271203465326556?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-56630918884596115652011-03-16T01:16:00.000+01:002011-03-16T01:16:42.234+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Poor Richard', serif; font-size: 20pt;">jamás&nbsp;</span></div><div align="center" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-family: 'Poor Richard', serif; font-size: 20pt;">por compasión&nbsp;<o:p></o:p></span><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/njfwcdan6Og?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Poor Richard', serif; font-size: 27px;">Con pasión ..... &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Poor Richard', serif; font-size: 27px;">Hierro candente del alma</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Poor Richard', serif; font-size: 27px;">TATUATELO</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5663091888459611565?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-37253885144754201412011-02-18T20:55:00.000+01:002011-02-18T20:55:41.875+01:00y con los números de tu teléfono me dibujo figuras en la piel...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hqGXh8NH6M/TV7JyM1efaI/AAAAAAAACKs/HNqtyIn58cM/s1600/il.monstruo-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4hqGXh8NH6M/TV7JyM1efaI/AAAAAAAACKs/HNqtyIn58cM/s320/il.monstruo-2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="34" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0EDL13qB0X4?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="425"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3725388514475420141?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-21750227974211266352011-02-17T23:59:00.000+01:002011-02-17T23:59:39.497+01:00<h3 class="post-title entry-title" style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; line-height: 30px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; position: relative;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: small;">De Leostos&nbsp;<a href="http://eltontodelmundo.blogspot.com/">http://eltontodelmundo.blogspot.com</a></span></h3><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 30px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 30px;">poema del Casi Amor</span></div><div class="post-header" style="color: #959595; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 22px; line-height: 1.6; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 24px; line-height: 1.4; position: relative; width: 528px;">El torrente húmedo de tu piel, rezuma el pulso desbocado de un galope de espumas.<br /><br /><br />Tiene la mano la precisión para dar y tomar, para herir y curar, para sondar y medir, para aprisionar y dejar ir, para buscar y traer; para desequilibrar la balanza del remanso, en torrente.<br /><br />Y si te beso, mi boca abreva en tu boca la sed de este rastro de sal que vengo devorando por tus salinas.<br /><br />Amor, casi Amor, casi Cielo, casi Tumba, casi Meta, casi Todo, casi Despertar. Amor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 33px;"><br /></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2175022797421126635?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-985569676198126602011-02-11T23:43:00.000+01:002011-02-11T23:43:32.917+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEDoV9IyCJs/TVW7KdG4UGI/AAAAAAAACKU/hBg_H9eJ_xM/s1600/1233709526473_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XEDoV9IyCJs/TVW7KdG4UGI/AAAAAAAACKU/hBg_H9eJ_xM/s320/1233709526473_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="218" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Hb0Y3cZEY9w?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="250"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-98556967619812660?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-43718048675069405122011-02-04T22:22:00.000+01:002011-02-04T22:22:15.935+01:00<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="510" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3PU5Tsx36E0?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="640"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4371804867506940512?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-17610462739236417162011-01-22T19:32:00.000+01:002011-01-22T19:32:57.131+01:00El frío, la oscuridad...<br />El placer errante.<br />...la intensidad, el silencio, el misterio.<br /><br />Las mentiras sudadas.<br /><br />Te enjaguaré las lágrimas con cariazules rojos<br />y no podrás conmigo....<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D1uEhkzBsDQ?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1761046273923641716?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-1798284300117858212011-01-09T13:17:00.000+01:002011-01-09T13:17:03.993+01:00...de qué vas y te contesto por qué vengo.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6u9IUAyjglY?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-179828430011785821?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-79545264576930870692011-01-07T01:12:00.000+01:002011-01-07T01:12:04.791+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Divide mi amor por tus ganas, súmale cientos de besos.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TSZK1BpzaoI/AAAAAAAACH0/Z749yUEOZx8/s1600/mancha_roja.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TSZK1BpzaoI/AAAAAAAACH0/Z749yUEOZx8/s320/mancha_roja.gif" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">El total: &nbsp;"En mi boca".</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Acurrucado y caliente, eterno y vivo y la salvaje forma de sangrarnos,</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">nos,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: left;">amarnos.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Mis piernas guardan recuerdo, la&nbsp;mente <s>tu</s> amor</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Y las marcas de mi cuerpo. &nbsp;<s>Tus</s> heridas.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Si supiera que vas a llorar.</span></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me follaría la pantalla.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TSZXvLwUbxI/AAAAAAAACH4/O9C_08DorUk/s1600/santo-desnudo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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padding-top: 0px;" title="Little Sonny - Memphis B-K (1971)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Little Sonny - Memphis B-K - Black and Blue</span></span></h1></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7954526457693087069?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-17527303571907240862011-01-05T02:12:00.000+01:002011-01-05T02:12:00.590+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/16562131" width="400"></iframe></div><a href="http://vimeo.com/16562131">Stateless - Ariel</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/field">FIELD</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://motiongraphics.nu/">http://motiongraphics.nu/</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1752730357190724086?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-81047109828232800262011-01-05T00:41:00.000+01:002011-01-05T00:41:14.219+01:00<div style="text-align: left;">Aquella vez...</div><div style="text-align: left;">qué creí que amabas deshacía tu dolor con el color del brillo de mi sonrisa.<br />Y fui feliz por amar el roce incontrolado de la locura de tus palabras.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fe81d44" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Copularemos con la demencia de amarnos nunca:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://nefertaryanele.blogspot.com/2009/07/copulacion.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">http://nefertaryanele.blogspot.com/2009/07/copulacion.html</span></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8104710982823280026?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-25328286546003377102010-12-29T18:40:00.001+01:002010-12-29T18:42:11.512+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="36" width="470"><param value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEzNjQxNDM3O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTM2NDE0MzctMjkwIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToxNzk0MTAxO3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjkzNjQ0NjE5O30=&amp;autoplay=default" name="movie"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed wmode="transparent" height="36" width="470" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/audio_embed?data=YTo2OntzOjU6ImFwaUlkIjtzOjE6IjQiO3M6NjoiZmlsZUlkIjtpOjEzNjQxNDM3O3M6NDoiY29kZSI7czoxMjoiMTM2NDE0MzctMjkwIjtzOjY6InVzZXJJZCI7aToxNzk0MTAxO3M6MTI6ImV4dGVybmFsQ2FsbCI7aToxO3M6NDoidGltZSI7aToxMjkzNjQ0NjE5O30=&amp;autoplay=default"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />...el roce de nuestras almas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRtymciXWRI/AAAAAAAACHM/Lhsa-boWfyk/s1600/ALMA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRtymciXWRI/AAAAAAAACHM/Lhsa-boWfyk/s320/ALMA.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2532828654600337710?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-83336539371793795942010-12-28T20:09:00.000+01:002010-12-28T20:07:46.061+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">o llora entre mis brazos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4fa8994" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRlJltYNd0I/AAAAAAAACHA/LdCxDpFAkg8/s1600/mano+y+rosa3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRlJltYNd0I/AAAAAAAACHA/LdCxDpFAkg8/s1600/mano+y+rosa3.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8333653937179379594?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-84400254348882279532010-12-22T01:14:00.000+01:002010-12-22T01:14:38.118+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRFCVO5S7KI/AAAAAAAACGo/upkBvIs7-Rw/s1600/566971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="163" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TRFCVO5S7KI/AAAAAAAACGo/upkBvIs7-Rw/s320/566971.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=6aa2773" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Lullaby for Helen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">Bill Evans</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Y todo lo demás, sobra.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8440025434888227953?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-16203632642218928972010-12-16T21:12:00.005+01:002010-12-19T22:43:02.871+01:00En la luz de la noche..<br />Te imagino<br />Cálido, ávido de poder...<br /><b><a href="http://nefertaryanele.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-bombon.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Tocarme.</span></a></b><br />Aniquilar la voraz ansía de mi fundamento húmedo...<br />Celar sin mesura el brote ansioso de tu boca... <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p5Kh-IMKDqM?rel=0&amp;hd=1" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"></iframe></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1620363264221892897?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-73411650523045469292010-12-13T21:00:00.000+01:002010-12-13T21:00:25.218+01:00No conozco música más sensual<br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f7UPTz4KeU?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0f7UPTz4KeU?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />Y la magia de tenerte en el hueco de mi lado, cada vez quiero...<br />E imagino tus labios locos, rozando el límite de mi deseo, poderosos, firmes.<br />Resumiendo las palabras con el poder, el gran poder de la piel<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7341165052304546929?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-12303437709178087362010-12-10T08:02:00.000+01:002010-12-10T08:01:24.604+01:00Siempre me gusto la transición del claroscuro.<br />Las luces difuminadas del horizonte en esa mezcolanza de tonos.<br />La esperanza triste de la sinfonía de los nocturnos.<br />Te quiero.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TJeu_Oi0eJI/AAAAAAAACAg/5tv2BUW0W5U/s1600/acurrucado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TJeu_Oi0eJI/AAAAAAAACAg/5tv2BUW0W5U/s320/acurrucado.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="175" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pY9b6jgbNyc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pY9b6jgbNyc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1230343770917808736?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-85251085233943542332010-12-09T23:08:00.000+01:002010-12-09T23:08:51.415+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Yo siento lo mismo:<br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqgXHBsXD_E?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xqgXHBsXD_E?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;hd=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />.... me muero por quererte.<br />A tí.<br />A nadie más.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />A partir de ahora,<br />TÚ<br />Mi meta<br />Mi alivio<br />Mi piel<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8525108523394354233?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-8821889659117572612010-11-30T18:53:00.000+01:002010-11-30T18:53:12.965+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">...Arrancame las sonrisas,</div><div style="text-align: center;">seré tuya para/por/según/sobre/tras y los puntos suspensivos</div><div style="text-align: center;">vida</div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cf_JWtVwexA?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cf_JWtVwexA?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-882188965911757261?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-91576723409910333942010-11-28T22:45:00.000+01:002010-11-28T22:45:23.083+01:00Me aburro<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TPLKfF7vNzI/AAAAAAAACEg/w44byzsSIpM/s1600/dibu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TPLKfF7vNzI/AAAAAAAACEg/w44byzsSIpM/s200/dibu.jpg" width="181" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Rellena</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rellename</div><div style="text-align: center;">los huecos vacíos, los huecos vacíos que me aburro.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No sé...</div><div style="text-align: center;">si bueno está la copulación, la ternura del amor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">no sé.. </div><div style="text-align: center;">es cómo que todo eso ya lo sé escribir del derecho del revés y cómo quiera.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sí también se escribir de la triste levedad del ser, del infinito del cosmos y la resaca intrínseca de lo que sea...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Me aburro.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ciao.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-9157672340991033394?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-62919794247052047872010-11-24T19:41:00.002+01:002010-11-24T19:44:18.126+01:00<div style="text-align: center;">Esto ha sido parte de mi BLOG azul durante todo el día:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html"><span style="color: blue;">http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/astropix.html</span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pocos entiende que realmente entre uno y otro la diferencia es mínima.<br />-*-<br />..qué realmente&nbsp;son pocos los que llegan hasta el final.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6291979424705204787?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-6115570185297416062010-11-17T08:39:00.000+01:002010-11-17T08:39:06.066+01:00Yo que puedo ser lo que quiera ser...<br /><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TOOEWpjt20I/AAAAAAAACDs/Q0PVTGL-kVE/s1600/chica-de-humo-749388.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TOOEWpjt20I/AAAAAAAACDs/Q0PVTGL-kVE/s640/chica-de-humo-749388.jpg" width="640" /></a></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">... fuego cruzado</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de manos </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;">y&nbsp;batallas </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">de pieles </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">solo quiero ser paz en tu piel y sonrisa en tu alma y caricia mortal</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">silencio lascivo, abrazo certero...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yo que puedo ser lo que quiera ser...<br /><strong><span style="font-size: large;">quiero ser el armisticio de/en tu boca</span></strong><br /><br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8c7c7ef" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-611557018529741606?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-62793733994309620042010-11-14T14:15:00.000+01:002010-11-14T14:15:52.126+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYGN6nyk0pE?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wYGN6nyk0pE?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6279373399430962004?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-59450724123163467812010-11-09T14:43:00.000+01:002010-11-09T14:43:07.272+01:00Lo mejor que siempre tengo<br />Lo mejor que se hacer<br />Lo único que puedo ofrecer. <br /><br />Sin desafios del alma, ni brotes de inspiración divina...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">El testimonio más sincero </div><div style="text-align: center;">de todo el traqueteo&nbsp;que hay dentro de mí.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi sonrisa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">&nbsp;A todas aquellas personas que me han hecho crecer, son muchas...aquél&nbsp;abuelete que me sonrió y me dió paso con su sombrero, aquél amigo al que le dejé el jersey negro como el carbón de tanto llorar, a la que decidió que mi nombre se pronunciaba con&nbsp;"j"...<br />A&nbsp;las miles de palabras, a todos los&nbsp; abrazos, a todos los&nbsp;besos, a todas las&nbsp;lágrimas...<br />A todos ellos.<br />Gracias.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5945072412316346781?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-19485854018414663082010-11-04T08:40:00.000+01:002010-11-04T08:40:20.874+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TNJhihztWwI/AAAAAAAACC0/6rMIbx1AlOU/s1600/CALCETINES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="438" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TNJhihztWwI/AAAAAAAACC0/6rMIbx1AlOU/s640/CALCETINES.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e0b4a7f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sí, sí...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...los he contado...</div><div style="text-align: center;">están todos </div><div style="text-align: center;">y además se mueven.</div><div style="text-align: center;">¿Los dedos de tus pies&nbsp;bailan?</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;¡¡Qué también sonrien!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">JO&nbsp;</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1948585401841466308?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-75902429729343297142010-10-29T08:40:00.000+02:002010-10-29T08:40:13.897+02:00...baila conmigo.<br /><br /><div align="center"><object height="175" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86aGDubT56I?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86aGDubT56I?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">...y dejemos que el fuego nos arrase.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7590242972934329714?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-18808936170812505432010-10-24T13:46:00.000+02:002010-10-24T13:46:27.741+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="175" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HUHDXOsPYk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1HUHDXOsPYk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">..Y soñé. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Y&nbsp;el miedo se perdió con&nbsp;tus labios por&nbsp;mi cuello, por tus&nbsp;manos en mi espalda, </div><div style="text-align: center;">por&nbsp;el sonido inconfundible del color de tu&nbsp;sonrisa.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">...Y soñé que soñando estoy. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1880893617081250543?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-22321339455177006942010-10-21T21:29:00.000+02:002010-10-21T21:29:48.502+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TMCUlipJ4BI/AAAAAAAACBs/UpIqerU017Q/s1600/xbig115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TMCUlipJ4BI/AAAAAAAACBs/UpIqerU017Q/s320/xbig115.jpg" width="216" /></a></div>...la calidez salvaje de tu cuerpo...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ...la suavidad de tus labios gruesos...<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;...la nítida imagen del perfil de tu deseo...<br />...la transparencia de tus miradas...<br />...los acordes perfectos de los gemidos de mi garganta...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4ab398d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2232133945517700694?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-3749670698916184282010-10-17T00:06:00.001+02:002010-10-17T00:07:21.761+02:00Me voy a comprar una pluma para rasgar el papel con los suspiros de mi alma.<br /><br />Notas&nbsp;caidas,<br />Notas soñadas,<br />Notas mezcladas con&nbsp;lágrimas <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="175" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq_2mMfVZpk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pq_2mMfVZpk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-374967069891618428?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-87303255338999603162010-10-16T08:01:00.000+02:002010-10-16T08:01:35.187+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=ddd5e20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TLk_dhBGvMI/AAAAAAAACBk/h2QHG8neRZE/s1600/manos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TLk_dhBGvMI/AAAAAAAACBk/h2QHG8neRZE/s200/manos.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8730325533899960316?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-8404563119936531412010-10-16T07:34:00.000+02:002010-10-16T07:34:09.546+02:00Ayer me preguntaron si seguia enamorada de tí.<br />No, conteste.<br />Pero eso no es importante. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TLk4mZXKLmI/AAAAAAAACBg/j6UIh3U95zk/s1600/Hombre-solo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TLk4mZXKLmI/AAAAAAAACBg/j6UIh3U95zk/s1600/Hombre-solo.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Yo solo quiero decirte que si tú&nbsp;quieres, si tú me necesitas.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Puedes contar conmigo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Y&nbsp;me gustaria mucho que fueras feliz, un rato, un tiempo, un hueco. Qué encuentres la manera, que lo más importante siempre eres tú.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">qué de verdad tú sepas,&nbsp;qué puedes contar conmigo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7b652f4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">&nbsp;Por favor no te sientas solo.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-840456311993653141?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-2914420720896824392010-10-14T02:27:00.000+02:002010-10-14T02:27:45.988+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mi más alegre y triste error.&nbsp;</div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=d20af0a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-291442072089682439?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-82042979155204806652010-10-05T20:31:00.000+02:002010-10-05T20:31:40.007+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=bf57675" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8204297915520480665?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-25613992481044548572010-09-26T23:16:00.000+02:002010-09-26T23:16:28.845+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mis labios añoran.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi cuerpo reclama.</div><div style="text-align: center;">...sabor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...olor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...deseo...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Impregnarme de tí,&nbsp;tu olor,&nbsp;tu sabor...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;Mirarte a los ojos,&nbsp;arrancar todas tus&nbsp;dudas</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Q u i e r o&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Llorar de placer,&nbsp;susurrar&nbsp;tu nombre..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">lamer tus heridas...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Q u i e r o</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Que el cielo se abra y la noche se rompa</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="426"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzo3W_uZWps?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pzo3W_uZWps?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="426" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Estando tú en mí </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />&nbsp;</div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Música: Rachmaninov's Vocalise Op 34 14, Cello and Piano.<br />Pintura: Freydoon Rassouli</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2561399248104454857?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-90225288839879505572010-09-15T03:52:00.000+02:002010-09-15T03:52:32.879+02:00Sutil&nbsp;derrame de caricias líricas.<br /><object height="505" width="853"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6tNKIu85vc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J6tNKIu85vc?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="853" height="505"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Suite No.3 in C major, BWV 1009 - IV: Sarabande. (6/9)</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cello: Mischa Maisky. </span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Bailarines: Yang I-chun, Sung Chao-chiun, Wen Ching-ching y Wang Chih-hao.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Coreografía: Lin Hwai-min.</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">The New York Times: "MOON WATER NO TRATA SOBRE LA MEDITACIÓN; MOON WATER ES MEDITACIÓN EN SÍ MISMA"</span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Para los chinos, 'Moon Water' es una metáfora de dos cosas. La primera hace referencia al proverbio budista "las flores en un espejo y la luna sobre el agua son ilusorias". La segunda describe el estado ideal de los practicantes del 'Tai Chi', sintetizado en la frase: "la energía fluye como el agua, el espíritu brilla como la luna".</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-9022528883987950557?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-24743776974909203792010-09-13T11:15:00.000+02:002010-09-13T11:15:02.328+02:00Cuando un sentimiento se transforma en música...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=cf3b7e2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2474377697490920379?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-18677912974506454802010-09-08T00:12:00.000+02:002010-09-08T00:12:31.671+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Sueño con caricias de lujurias y salvajes ternuras.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sueño con tus manos en mi cadera y tu boca sobre mi.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="175" width="200"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIF4_Sm-rgQ?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIF4_Sm-rgQ?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"></embed></object><br /><br />Sueño hacerte el amor...</div><div style="text-align: center;">revolcados,&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">sudados, </div><div style="text-align: center;">enroscados, </div><div style="text-align: center;">...ebrios de necesidad...&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sedienta de tí...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1867791297450645480?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-76560527121374808302010-09-05T15:02:00.000+02:002010-09-05T15:02:13.151+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><strong>En este momento, </strong></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te pienso.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Libre.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mío. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Sin palabras...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Busco tus labios...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>Te beso , te tengo, te siento…</strong></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><object height="250" width="300"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpA0l2WB86E?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpA0l2WB86E?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="250"></embed></object></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7656052712137480830?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-58358868633259085012010-08-31T18:44:00.000+02:002010-08-31T18:44:18.351+02:00...la verdad&nbsp;de los labios...los&nbsp;susurros... la&nbsp;piel...el roce de los sentidos...las respiración&nbsp;del deseo...los surcos de la lujuria...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TH0rnKgmW9I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/0dGVWB6TLWo/s1600/acariciar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TH0rnKgmW9I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/0dGVWB6TLWo/s320/acariciar.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=beef414" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5835886863325908501?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-37595190106017017812010-08-15T21:46:00.000+02:002010-08-15T21:46:23.019+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TGhDWuSSk6I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LemQzRjO3E/s1600/cosquillas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TGhDWuSSk6I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/9LemQzRjO3E/s320/cosquillas.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Delirios por sonrisas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Medicina tradicional por táctil</div><div style="text-align: center;">Insomnios por sueños mágicos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">y</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Paradas por latidos</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=3d1f011" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3759519010601701781?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-16353591114580247902010-08-15T21:14:00.000+02:002010-08-15T21:14:14.197+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">El recatado repiqueteo de una cosquilla.</div><div style="text-align: center;">El dulce sabor de un beso...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...&nbsp;y el abrazo de dos palabras.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJA69C6SlRk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJA69C6SlRk?fs=1&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1635359111458024790?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-31395356495846539102010-08-07T02:04:00.000+02:002010-08-07T02:04:01.080+02:00Te voy a limpiar las heridas con las huellas de mis&nbsp;lágrimas<br />Te voy a curtir el cuero de la epidermis con los ritmos de mis silencios<br />Te voy a explotar las ronchas&nbsp;de tus neuronas <br /><div style="text-align: center;">¡Cómo a mí me dé la gana! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFyijl0iAxI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ASuCDL2GqkU/s1600/infinito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFyijl0iAxI/AAAAAAAAB6g/ASuCDL2GqkU/s200/infinito.jpg" width="198" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;A partes iguales Amor del tierno, amor del salvaje.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;En mayúsculas y en negrita. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong>A M O R</strong> del bueno.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=16864ba" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Un día en el parque. Love of lesbins</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3139535649584653910?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-57025884566554869242010-08-04T23:34:00.000+02:002010-08-04T23:34:12.528+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Tengo recosido el corazón con sonrisas estancadas.</div><div align="center"><br />No sé expresar la maldición de amar con las ganas. <br /><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=2bc91c7" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Musica: Deluxe. Amor valiente</span><br />Esta bonita canción la he descubierto gracias a mi hermano. (Gracias).<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFnS-GkIrxI/AAAAAAAAB6I/7OH0oNyPcfM/s1600/planeta+unico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFnS-GkIrxI/AAAAAAAAB6I/7OH0oNyPcfM/s320/planeta+unico.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Quiero que sepas que puedes contar conmigo</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5702588456655486924?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-81478899616392451242010-08-04T23:15:00.000+02:002010-08-04T23:15:56.536+02:00Tengo miedo<br />Estoy, estoy y soy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFnXeNitnwI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IrXM29mvEto/s1600/Wang+Niandong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="177" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFnXeNitnwI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/IrXM29mvEto/s400/Wang+Niandong.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cuadro: WANG NIANDONG - Insomnia Night in Beijing</span></div><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=8abae56" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">Rosario Flores. Soy rebelde</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8147889961639245124?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-6428203917958488462010-08-02T02:42:00.000+02:002010-08-02T02:42:21.507+02:00Si tocas el arpa de mis sentidos...encontraras el punto cardinal que&nbsp;marque la diferencia entre el roce de una sonrisa y el mordisco de una mirada.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIDOEsQL7lA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MIDOEsQL7lA&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-642820391795848846?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-34223873047352036062010-07-28T13:32:00.000+02:002010-07-28T13:32:39.550+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Todos los días tengo un hueco en el que echarte de menos. </div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Todos los días mi respiración se confunde.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFAT_TCgc-I/AAAAAAAAB6A/OZ7UGbSre0E/s1600/lluvia+de+estrellas.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TFAT_TCgc-I/AAAAAAAAB6A/OZ7UGbSre0E/s320/lluvia+de+estrellas.png" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Todos los días mi nombre está en tí.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=022f4bf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3422387304735203606?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-45074857756279116562010-07-27T23:59:00.000+02:002010-07-27T23:59:04.244+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">R e s p í r a m e</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TE9WWPdZe4I/AAAAAAAAB54/VhtG490Yh5s/s1600/esencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TE9WWPdZe4I/AAAAAAAAB54/VhtG490Yh5s/s320/esencia.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4bd9353" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Opera </span><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carmen_(%C3%B3pera)"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Carmen</span></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;">&nbsp;Habanera</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4507485775627911656?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-86594774584335147172010-07-25T00:05:00.000+02:002010-07-25T00:05:50.767+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Del infierno al cielo sólo hay un camino.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tu piel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cuadro de Wang Niandong</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TEtjBnBG2jI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1iNTwE6dN28/s1600/mandarin3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TEtjBnBG2jI/AAAAAAAAB5g/1iNTwE6dN28/s200/mandarin3.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=94ecbd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Los huesos de los besos. Fito y Los Fitipaldis</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8659477458433514717?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-90707723426840354342010-07-18T03:05:00.000+02:002010-07-18T03:05:06.577+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Wang Niandong WIND</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TEJR8-RMQ7I/AAAAAAAAB44/byn2fHxOHx4/s1600/wang_niandong+WIND.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TEJR8-RMQ7I/AAAAAAAAB44/byn2fHxOHx4/s200/wang_niandong+WIND.jpg" width="160" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">El delicado repujeo de mi piel...y el insólito burbujeo de tu mirada...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=e9fad2e" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ne me quitte pas por&nbsp;Nina Simone</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-9070772342684035434?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-88874257481204301062010-07-15T01:16:00.000+02:002010-07-15T01:16:50.199+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaUl8M5GZHE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iaUl8M5GZHE&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">....el delirio...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...el éxtasis&nbsp;de sentirte...</div><div style="text-align: center;">...susurrar tus caricias..</div><div style="text-align: center;">...bailar en tus&nbsp;brazos los cuentos de tu piel...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ámame con la grandeza de tu locura</div><div style="text-align: center;">y la insignificancia de tu cordura</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8887425748120430106?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-27156006493040426832010-07-09T12:57:00.000+02:002010-07-09T12:57:28.272+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Mis lágrimas siempre fueron transparantes...</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mi amor inconcluso y mis besos verdad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=4e0ea3a" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Quizás deberias....quizás</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2715600649304042683?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-89409157633131108442010-07-07T01:32:00.000+02:002010-07-07T01:32:25.183+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><strong>Closed for love</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDO8KOEri4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/8s1txn4Jap0/s1600/Hiperespacio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDO8KOEri4I/AAAAAAAAB3w/8s1txn4Jap0/s320/Hiperespacio.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1cb4c9d" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8940915763313110844?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-76317876353641998362010-07-06T02:02:00.000+02:002010-07-06T02:02:54.550+02:00Los ecos retorcidos que se unen acariciando nuestras noches solitarias...<br />Esas noches que nos recuerdan las miradas transitorias, las caricias arrasadas, los besos robados a las sombras, los cuerpos desnudos de los sueños, la articulación muda del sentimiento..<br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">..que nos arrastra, locura de sensaciones, el vibrato incontrolado en la velocidad de las distancias, imaginando …</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDJyEvf64RI/AAAAAAAAB3A/JisYZGpNteE/s1600/union.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDJyEvf64RI/AAAAAAAAB3A/JisYZGpNteE/s320/union.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Eres espuma blanca, que mece mi cuerpo con la sutileza del mar en calma, el frescor de tu mirada irradia en mí el dibujo de mi sonrisa.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Eres la máquina loca que motiva los engranajes, el motor de arranque, el contacto de la inspiración más profunda…</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Te quiero contar al oído los colores de mi mirada, que chupes mi cuerpo conteniendo mis sabores, que no lo memorices porque podrás pillar apuntes, que relates en cada uno de sus poros las letras del deseo, que mi melena te haga cosquillas al roce de la posesión más absoluta...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Que olvidemos el tiempo porque dejo de existir, porque dejo de existir cuando descubrimos que el espacio que nos une. Es y siempre será uno.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=0026bc1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><span style="font-size: x-small;">Morricone and Yo-yo Ma<br />For you...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-7631787635364199836?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-67858980146491363712010-07-05T02:17:00.001+02:002010-07-05T02:19:59.587+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDEhFpi49rI/AAAAAAAAB2o/PSn9a_Vne2w/s1600/Tomas+Taure+Alonso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TDEhFpi49rI/AAAAAAAAB2o/PSn9a_Vne2w/s320/Tomas+Taure+Alonso.jpg" width="162" /></a><span style="font-size: xx-small;"></span>Te siento tan cerca...cierro los ojos y estás, conmigo, siempre conmigo ...<object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=19722d1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>Quiero la sonrisa de tus ojos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Tomás Taure Alonso</span></div><a href="http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Los_cuentos_de_Hoffmann"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Opera Los cuentos de Hoffmann</span></a><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">La barcarolle&nbsp; Maria Callas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6785898014649136371?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-57477200344772989952010-07-02T01:41:00.001+02:002010-07-02T01:43:54.087+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TC0lZyds6-I/AAAAAAAAB2A/5m4kb0X3g-k/s1600/Estudio+de+cabeza.+Christian+Aranibar+Salinas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TC0lZyds6-I/AAAAAAAAB2A/5m4kb0X3g-k/s320/Estudio+de+cabeza.+Christian+Aranibar+Salinas.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Estudio de cabeza. Christian Aranibar</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=7c334bd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Flightless Bird American Mouth&nbsp; Iron&nbsp;&amp; Wine</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Te siento</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me quemo por dentro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Silencio </div><div style="text-align: center;">Letanía de nuestro profundo amor</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5747720034477298995?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-51350681077448066522010-07-01T02:07:00.000+02:002010-07-01T02:07:50.001+02:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Susúrrame tus labios en mi piel<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtHgOjTW6Xk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JtHgOjTW6Xk&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5135068107744806652?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-15961353030035969432010-06-30T04:56:00.000+02:002010-06-30T04:56:10.278+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=1ab9926" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCqw1JYlylI/AAAAAAAAB1A/iY6NAyVRv8o/s1600/PWRND00Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCqw1JYlylI/AAAAAAAAB1A/iY6NAyVRv8o/s320/PWRND00Z.jpg" /></a></div>Rayuela. Julio Cortazar. Extracto<br /><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;">Toco tu boca, con un dedo toco el borde de tu boca, voy dibujándola como si saliera de mi mano, como si por primera vez tu boca se entreabriera, y me basta cerrar los ojos para deshacerlo todo y recomenzar, hago nacer cada vez la boca que deseo, la boca que mi mano elige y te dibuja en la cara, una boca elegida entre todas, con soberana libertad elegida por mí para dibujarla con mi mano en tu cara, y que por un azar que no busco comprender coincide exactamente con tu boca que sonríe por debajo de la que mi mano te dibuja.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1596135303003596943?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-22220918125479827412010-06-28T04:24:00.000+02:002010-06-28T04:24:30.200+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">ßesar....</div><div style="text-align: center;">ßesar, sentir, palpar, gozar..</div><div style="text-align: center;">...el&nbsp; ßorde del delirio...</div><div style="text-align: center;">quebrar, <br />...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCgH1Rt6LyI/AAAAAAAABzw/yAIA3BnYeL8/s1600/BESO2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCgH1Rt6LyI/AAAAAAAABzw/yAIA3BnYeL8/s320/BESO2.jpg" /></a></div><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EMgdsvkVuM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9EMgdsvkVuM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-2222091812547982741?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-3345919496295892952010-06-27T19:23:00.000+02:002010-06-27T19:23:03.673+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">TÚ</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Tú que rodeas el arco incierto de mi sonrisa...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Tú que abrasas las parades húmedas de mi vacio</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Tú </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Tu lengua paseando por los cauces libres de mi mar más profundo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">el placer de sentirte...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Tú </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Todo tú.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666;">Cálido, hiriente, sabroso..</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-334591949629589295?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-80017741533241557242010-06-23T19:15:00.000+02:002010-06-23T19:15:04.856+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCJAIkegubI/AAAAAAAAByw/OsQGrwktwiQ/s1600/eclipse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCJAIkegubI/AAAAAAAAByw/OsQGrwktwiQ/s200/eclipse.jpg" width="175" /></a></div><br />Cómo dejar de sentir lo que siento...<br /><div style="text-align: right;">...ni siquiera las lágrimas son&nbsp;consuelo porque&nbsp;ya no&nbsp;quedan lágrimas.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=fe9e2fd" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object>&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8001774153324155724?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-55357784420011902492010-06-22T08:39:00.000+02:002010-06-22T08:39:58.567+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCBZm9hAeII/AAAAAAAAByQ/5SMvHlejne8/s1600/con%2520esas%2520manos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TCBZm9hAeII/AAAAAAAAByQ/5SMvHlejne8/s320/con%2520esas%2520manos.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">...ßesar tu intriga y acariciar tu misterio...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">...ser libre en tu piel y esclava en tu alma...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b3d701b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">...llorar las palabras y poderme derrumbar...</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">...hechizar tu mirada y que me puedas encontrar...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-5535778442001190249?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-45658845332521510762010-06-22T01:41:00.000+02:002010-06-22T01:41:16.841+02:00<div style="text-align: center;">Guarda un instante de mi</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=80a27cf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-4565884533252151076?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-31506206499152548182010-06-19T00:07:00.000+02:002010-06-19T00:07:08.821+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRilPL6t7sU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRilPL6t7sU&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3150620649915254818?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-31775929959410998642010-06-16T21:43:00.000+02:002010-06-16T21:43:24.285+02:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">Tú y yo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BQY6A3rLRY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5BQY6A3rLRY&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><strong><em><span style="color: red;">ß</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">&nbsp;</span><span style="color: red;">&nbsp;&nbsp;Nos amaremos&nbsp;despacio y&nbsp;los instantes seran eternidad&nbsp;</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3177592995941099864?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-16651934619524021972010-06-14T07:24:00.000+02:002010-06-14T07:24:41.823+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TBW762GGcXI/AAAAAAAABwA/8BlJsurjcP8/s1600/heart__by_snul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TBW762GGcXI/AAAAAAAABwA/8BlJsurjcP8/s320/heart__by_snul.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Si lo necesitas....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Te lo presto</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9570d5b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amor, mi amor</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">dicha y desdicha</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-1665193461952402197?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-65480985306947132442010-06-07T21:18:00.000+02:002010-06-07T21:18:41.664+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TA1DyNFWN5I/AAAAAAAABt4/2UpMCX-bfMY/s1600/257_by_LyinLikeLions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TA1DyNFWN5I/AAAAAAAABt4/2UpMCX-bfMY/s320/257_by_LyinLikeLions.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Te voy hacer de carne y hueso....</div><div style="text-align: center;">...y serás la mitad de mi todo.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque todo eres de mi mitad.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUOoPuiyZM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/epUOoPuiyZM&amp;hl=es_ES&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Chiyako Fukuda</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6548098530694713244?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-87667948845648096982010-06-02T03:01:00.000+02:002010-06-02T03:01:04.265+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAWrAHGoIiI/AAAAAAAABto/hlOlFyeGFmQ/s1600/ROJO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAWrAHGoIiI/AAAAAAAABto/hlOlFyeGFmQ/s320/ROJO.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=920e7c9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;">Humedad,&nbsp;calor </div><div style="text-align: center;">se revuelven </div><div style="text-align: center;">mmmm...<br />Amor...delicioso</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-8766794884564809698?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-35354323070146462292010-05-31T23:52:00.000+02:002010-05-31T23:52:52.683+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAQstvBWo2I/AAAAAAAABtA/KTGVdt5F7tI/s1600/7KAC000Z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="159" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAQstvBWo2I/AAAAAAAABtA/KTGVdt5F7tI/s200/7KAC000Z.jpg" width="200" /></a>A veces .....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Algunas veces..</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Todas las veces....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;<span style="color: red;">Tú</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">Suave, </span><span style="color: red;">eterno...</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">&nbsp;<object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=9369326" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color: red;">&nbsp;...dentro de mí.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-3535432307014646229?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4469790495585352984.post-63742447222263565892010-05-30T01:06:00.000+02:002010-05-30T01:06:31.374+02:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAGc-jCX3jI/AAAAAAAABp4/zJxrbxnb0Ns/s1600/eternidad-cuerpo-fragilidad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Pow_2VhNBWA/TAGc-jCX3jI/AAAAAAAABp4/zJxrbxnb0Ns/s320/eternidad-cuerpo-fragilidad.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">No quiero ser una penitencia, ni el consuelo de una sombra, ni la palabra incierta de una posibilidad, ni el libre consuelo de una lágrima, ni la platea dorada de una escena, ni la caída de párpados de un deidad, ni el sonido de las palmas de una boca, ni la tecla diaria de un ocio, ni la sonrisa de los muertos, ni la pena de los vivos, ni la carcajada momentánea de un encuentro, ni el polvo sugerente de una lujuria, ni la amiga generosa sin esperar, ni la cura de la humildad, ni la heroína de una vida, ni el rocío de una rosa...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">...ni el cansancio de una&nbsp;existencia...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">...ni las cenizas de una verdad…</span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;"><object height="132" width="353"><embed src="http://www.goear.com/files/external.swf?file=b533f83" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="353" height="132"></embed></object></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4469790495585352984-6374244722226356589?l=blogdeanele.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Anelenoreply@blogger.com3