<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623</id><updated>2011-11-28T08:27:07.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Adolescente. Instituto Libertad.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-6536041666294595415</id><published>2011-10-30T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T14:35:21.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi único amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtGViNShdvU/Tq3C_lygcTI/AAAAAAAABSE/JSiAdhbgeO0/s1600/1315127089FkXMtq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtGViNShdvU/Tq3C_lygcTI/AAAAAAAABSE/JSiAdhbgeO0/s400/1315127089FkXMtq.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669401903660822834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi único amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche está llena de oscuridad&lt;br /&gt;Yo escribo desde mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;con mucha tranquilidad&lt;br /&gt;una bella canción.&lt;br /&gt;mientras mi reloj despistado canta&lt;br /&gt;con mucha fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;entono mi garganta&lt;br /&gt;despejando la tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Para mí tu amor es un sueño&lt;br /&gt;en el que sueño despierta,&lt;br /&gt;sos mi único dueño&lt;br /&gt;con el que siento mi alma abierta.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque para mí el cielo es el templo del mundo&lt;br /&gt;saber que estás moribundo&lt;br /&gt;me rompe el alma&lt;br /&gt;y no logro conciliar la calma.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Julieta V. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-6536041666294595415?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6536041666294595415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6536041666294595415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mi-unico-amor.html' title='Mi único amor'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QtGViNShdvU/Tq3C_lygcTI/AAAAAAAABSE/JSiAdhbgeO0/s72-c/1315127089FkXMtq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-7360889426065726243</id><published>2011-10-27T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:10:53.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazones en la ciudad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVDbAdVSbr8/Tqnk1nCb2cI/AAAAAAAABR4/a3x6JgSZKYw/s1600/imagenes-romanticas-enamorados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVDbAdVSbr8/Tqnk1nCb2cI/AAAAAAAABR4/a3x6JgSZKYw/s400/imagenes-romanticas-enamorados.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668313215685876162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corazones en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la cima de la montaña&lt;br /&gt;Mirando el lejano horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Se ven los corazones en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que anda va a pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué tantas impurezas&lt;br /&gt;En palabras ajenas?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué tanta mentira&lt;br /&gt;En lugar de la verdad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eso sólo lo saben las personas&lt;br /&gt;Que tienen el alma&lt;br /&gt;Llena de rencor&lt;br /&gt;Que no tienen corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando L. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-7360889426065726243?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/7360889426065726243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/7360889426065726243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/corazones-en-la-ciudad.html' title='Corazones en la ciudad'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XVDbAdVSbr8/Tqnk1nCb2cI/AAAAAAAABR4/a3x6JgSZKYw/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-enamorados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8152648387534764959</id><published>2011-10-27T16:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:09:31.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin ilusión</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4heKITxHbU/TqnjY9Wx_TI/AAAAAAAABRs/AKZw7S0KnFw/s1600/Tulli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4heKITxHbU/TqnjY9Wx_TI/AAAAAAAABRs/AKZw7S0KnFw/s400/Tulli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668311623948959026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sin ilusión&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una carta de amor&lt;br /&gt;Escribió con el corazón&lt;br /&gt;Mientras su gran amor&lt;br /&gt;La dejó sin ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tan triste estaba ella&lt;br /&gt;Siendo tan bella&lt;br /&gt;Escondía su rostro lleno de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Entre sus manos delicadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ella anhelaba tanto el sueño&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar a su amor verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Pero el despiadado reloj&lt;br /&gt;No la dejó tener su sueño.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle T.(3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8152648387534764959?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8152648387534764959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8152648387534764959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/sin-ilusion.html' title='Sin ilusión'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p4heKITxHbU/TqnjY9Wx_TI/AAAAAAAABRs/AKZw7S0KnFw/s72-c/Tulli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4110679519544608588</id><published>2011-10-26T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T05:41:59.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sueños en el frío</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_AcCf1EqwE/Tqf_-W1YJhI/AAAAAAAABRg/Mhx-ozUmEIc/s1600/Pacheco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_AcCf1EqwE/Tqf_-W1YJhI/AAAAAAAABRg/Mhx-ozUmEIc/s400/Pacheco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667780102815491602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sueños en el frío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El reloj sordo grita&lt;br /&gt;ya no escucha mis lamentos.&lt;br /&gt;La almohada chismosa espía&lt;br /&gt;y la ventana despistada muerde el sol con sus cortinas.&lt;br /&gt;A lo lejos la montaña, el templo cerrado de piedra,&lt;br /&gt;como mi corazón que todavía espera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El balcón cobarde cuida que no vuelvas a pasar&lt;br /&gt;y mis ojos se cierran como el libro feroz que canta&lt;br /&gt;esperando volver al silencio de la noche resplandeciente&lt;br /&gt;para poder ver tu cara reflejada en las luces, a la distancia&lt;br /&gt;porque tus ojos son estrellas y tú estás tan lejos como ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo sentir la emoción de correr alrededor del mundo&lt;br /&gt;cuando escuchas mis sentimientos más profundos.&lt;br /&gt;Abres las rejas de este corazón encarcelado&lt;br /&gt;que con certeza has aprisionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este frío me recuerda la traición&lt;br /&gt;mentiría si dijera que no extraño tu calor,&lt;br /&gt;es que la pobreza de no verte&lt;br /&gt;hace que pase los días pensando que no volveré a tenerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque eres tan inmenso que sólo entras en mis sueños&lt;br /&gt;y sólo por esto mi almohada es mi única compañía&lt;br /&gt;porque conoce nuestra historia desde el primer día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sería tan bonito compartir nuestros momentos más hermosos&lt;br /&gt;pero nuestro mundo es frío, rudo y doloroso&lt;br /&gt;porque ya no quedan oportunidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso en la distancia y no hay nada que me distraiga&lt;br /&gt;pero ya no creo en tus verdades&lt;br /&gt;si no estoy contigo, no quiero estar con nadie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y lo único que espero es que el oscuro silencio&lt;br /&gt;apague esta noche lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;todavía no me resigno a no estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;y marco en este desobediente almanaque&lt;br /&gt;los días en que te escribo&lt;br /&gt;porque tu imagen vive en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y no quiero que me quiten tu imagen de ella.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johana P. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4110679519544608588?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4110679519544608588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4110679519544608588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/suenos-en-el-frio.html' title='Sueños en el frío'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R_AcCf1EqwE/Tqf_-W1YJhI/AAAAAAAABRg/Mhx-ozUmEIc/s72-c/Pacheco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4696939314812956995</id><published>2011-10-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:11:24.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbB0W1liF3Y/TqdeHFHslDI/AAAAAAAABRU/m-OS6Y5oZnI/s1600/1278170594v4lrl6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbB0W1liF3Y/TqdeHFHslDI/AAAAAAAABRU/m-OS6Y5oZnI/s400/1278170594v4lrl6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667602131795612722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El sol de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de una montaña&lt;br /&gt;Como mar en la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el cielo del mundo&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas descansan&lt;br /&gt;En un sueño profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sentirme amado&lt;br /&gt;Busco tu dulce mirada&lt;br /&gt;Por un camino cerrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando G. (3ºB)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4696939314812956995?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4696939314812956995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4696939314812956995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/naturaleza_25.html' title='Naturaleza'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bbB0W1liF3Y/TqdeHFHslDI/AAAAAAAABRU/m-OS6Y5oZnI/s72-c/1278170594v4lrl6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8865270412614882881</id><published>2011-10-25T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T18:00:10.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6obSeDVz1_k/Tqdbf6yCQlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/bJfOOI5QPXU/s1600/Toledo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6obSeDVz1_k/Tqdbf6yCQlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/bJfOOI5QPXU/s400/Toledo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667599259982250578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La almohada sorda canta&lt;br /&gt;en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;para calmar&lt;br /&gt;mi tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los caminos de la montaña&lt;br /&gt;son los senderos&lt;br /&gt;en donde busco la paz&lt;br /&gt;y llegan a mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;para tener&lt;br /&gt;más fortaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mientras que los rayos del sol&lt;br /&gt;caen del cielo&lt;br /&gt;como una flecha de fuego.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daphne T. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8865270412614882881?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8865270412614882881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8865270412614882881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/pensamientos.html' title='Pensamientos'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6obSeDVz1_k/Tqdbf6yCQlI/AAAAAAAABQ8/bJfOOI5QPXU/s72-c/Toledo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8338354320080348407</id><published>2011-10-25T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:16:19.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veo en tu interior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft7qdTdi3jw/TqdDJYUNuFI/AAAAAAAABQw/rKGRb7tMGus/s1600/Micalucci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft7qdTdi3jw/TqdDJYUNuFI/AAAAAAAABQw/rKGRb7tMGus/s400/Micalucci.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667572484494178386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veo en tu interior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bajo el sol del mundo hacia el templo&lt;br /&gt;que es tu corazón prendido fuego.&lt;br /&gt;En un mar profundo&lt;br /&gt;me sumerjo por ti&lt;br /&gt;aunque no pueda salir.&lt;br /&gt;Sobre un mar pequeño me alejo sufriendo&lt;br /&gt;sobre un mar de lágrimas vas, sin más nada que dar.&lt;br /&gt;Bajo un balcón me escondo &lt;br /&gt;del sonido de tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;De tu corazón sale una canción&lt;br /&gt;que me dice que ya no me amas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jonathan M. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8338354320080348407?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8338354320080348407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8338354320080348407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/veo-en-tu-interior.html' title='Veo en tu interior'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft7qdTdi3jw/TqdDJYUNuFI/AAAAAAAABQw/rKGRb7tMGus/s72-c/Micalucci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8210146361607011571</id><published>2011-10-25T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T16:08:14.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdad oculta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9hzxCm5CTI/TqdBL8-eufI/AAAAAAAABQk/yWPRZJMg3IM/s1600/Manzini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9hzxCm5CTI/TqdBL8-eufI/AAAAAAAABQk/yWPRZJMg3IM/s400/Manzini.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667570329671612914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Verdad oculta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En aquella ventana la cobarde espía,&lt;br /&gt;sólo escucha puras mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Ella no tiene intención de hacerlo&lt;br /&gt;el culpable es su corazón y no quiere creerlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese balcón esconde un secreto,&lt;br /&gt;pero lo guarda con mucho respeto.&lt;br /&gt;Una mañana en la que el sol asomaba&lt;br /&gt;ella escuchó que una niña lloraba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pequeña quiso contar la terrible verdad,&lt;br /&gt;pero la cobarde no la escuchó.&lt;br /&gt;La niña se marchó con la ilusión&lt;br /&gt;de poder contársela en otra ocasión.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agustina M. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8210146361607011571?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8210146361607011571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8210146361607011571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/verdad-oculta.html' title='Verdad oculta'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T9hzxCm5CTI/TqdBL8-eufI/AAAAAAAABQk/yWPRZJMg3IM/s72-c/Manzini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-1327139285474932451</id><published>2011-10-23T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T08:27:07.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vuelve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Pn6YZn34eY/TqSdDc482WI/AAAAAAAABQM/jvuvqvKtKEc/s1600/liurgo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Pn6YZn34eY/TqSdDc482WI/AAAAAAAABQM/jvuvqvKtKEc/s400/liurgo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666826913759156578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vuelve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo de piedra&lt;br /&gt;Pinos de flechas&lt;br /&gt;Una brisa cálida&lt;br /&gt;Un destino que no quiero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando en un desierto&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor se fue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un sentimiento, una sensación rara de explicar&lt;br /&gt;La pasión se ha marchado&lt;br /&gt;Y aparece la confusión&lt;br /&gt;Porque esta relación se ha terminado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol, ojo de fuego&lt;br /&gt;Por qué te has marchado&lt;br /&gt;Si todo mi amor yo te he entregado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Días y noches esperándote&lt;br /&gt;Mañanas y tardes amándote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerda, cuando quieras regresar&lt;br /&gt;Que no sea demasiado tarde&lt;br /&gt;Mientras yo aquí estaré esperándote.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andrea L. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-1327139285474932451?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1327139285474932451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1327139285474932451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/vuelve.html' title='Vuelve'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_Pn6YZn34eY/TqSdDc482WI/AAAAAAAABQM/jvuvqvKtKEc/s72-c/liurgo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-61871029421696015</id><published>2011-10-23T15:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:57:05.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu negación</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mANgLrXG6qY/TqSbqIp_ErI/AAAAAAAABQA/fLdaI8Jqdns/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mANgLrXG6qY/TqSbqIp_ErI/AAAAAAAABQA/fLdaI8Jqdns/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666825379319321266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu negación&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me dijo que “no”&lt;br /&gt;mi futuro se derrumbaba&lt;br /&gt;pensé en la última vez que me besó&lt;br /&gt;y en las noches en que lloraba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada beso, cada caricia,&lt;br /&gt;cada abrazo, cada sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;hoy son solo recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;que me dan nostalgia y alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te dije que volvieras&lt;br /&gt;y te fuiste con otro.&lt;br /&gt;Sentí mi cuerpo envuelto en llamas&lt;br /&gt;reflejadas en un mísero espejo roto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy pienso en ti&lt;br /&gt;en mi cama llorando dormido&lt;br /&gt;soñando que tú estés aquí&lt;br /&gt;y que pronto vuelvas conmigo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leandro I. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-61871029421696015?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/61871029421696015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/61871029421696015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/tu-negacion.html' title='Tu negación'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mANgLrXG6qY/TqSbqIp_ErI/AAAAAAAABQA/fLdaI8Jqdns/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4937957663117399297</id><published>2011-10-23T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:05:39.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbigSm9BkI/TqSBfq7sY-I/AAAAAAAABP0/-pOEbWfWK5Y/s1600/imagenes-romanticas-corazon-petalos-rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbigSm9BkI/TqSBfq7sY-I/AAAAAAAABP0/-pOEbWfWK5Y/s400/imagenes-romanticas-corazon-petalos-rosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666796612239516642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divino corazón&lt;br /&gt;tú tienes la razón&lt;br /&gt;también la mentira&lt;br /&gt;que me llena de ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hiciste enamorar&lt;br /&gt;de alguien equivocado&lt;br /&gt;y aunque me pude desquitar&lt;br /&gt;sigo enamorado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus besos rogaba&lt;br /&gt;intentando enamorarte.&lt;br /&gt;Todo el día lloraba&lt;br /&gt;pensando en llamarte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lucas S.(3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4937957663117399297?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4937957663117399297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4937957663117399297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/tu-corazon_23.html' title='Tu corazón'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uXbigSm9BkI/TqSBfq7sY-I/AAAAAAAABP0/-pOEbWfWK5Y/s72-c/imagenes-romanticas-corazon-petalos-rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4374303762034533726</id><published>2011-10-23T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:40:14.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volverte a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OedELDxpAEI/TqQ1OZgQUjI/AAAAAAAABPo/PWakpfgIVRY/s1600/artwork_images_425661925_505559_emilio-grausala1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OedELDxpAEI/TqQ1OZgQUjI/AAAAAAAABPo/PWakpfgIVRY/s400/artwork_images_425661925_505559_emilio-grausala1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666712752619541042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche en la ciudad&lt;br /&gt;está llena de soledad&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo estoy en mi balcón&lt;br /&gt;pleno de emoción por escuchar tu voz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;que muere de amor&lt;br /&gt;se empecina en saber&lt;br /&gt;si te volveré a ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vida yo soñé&lt;br /&gt;a tu lado imaginé&lt;br /&gt;pero sin pensar&lt;br /&gt;te volví a desencontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desearía volverte a ver&lt;br /&gt;para escuchar tu dulce voz,&lt;br /&gt;siempre te amaré&lt;br /&gt;hasta el fin te esperaré&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antonella M. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4374303762034533726?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4374303762034533726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4374303762034533726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/volverte-ver.html' title='Volverte a ver'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OedELDxpAEI/TqQ1OZgQUjI/AAAAAAAABPo/PWakpfgIVRY/s72-c/artwork_images_425661925_505559_emilio-grausala1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4937604940623268580</id><published>2011-10-19T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T15:12:04.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desde mi ventana</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPhTViyGaro/Tp9NuenxwxI/AAAAAAAABPc/HZEqzsvZmrY/s1600/-ventana8dv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPhTViyGaro/Tp9NuenxwxI/AAAAAAAABPc/HZEqzsvZmrY/s400/-ventana8dv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665332317144597266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desde mi ventana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El río de fuego&lt;br /&gt;refleja el sol del campo&lt;br /&gt;como camino de cielo blando.&lt;br /&gt;Parece el sonido de una pequeña&lt;br /&gt;escuela de algodón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos son&lt;br /&gt;como el cielo, como las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;doradas, llenas de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te miro cobardemente&lt;br /&gt;leyendo un libro,&lt;br /&gt;te miro y te miro&lt;br /&gt;desde mi ventana.&lt;br /&gt;desde mi ventana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nadia R. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4937604940623268580?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4937604940623268580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4937604940623268580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/desde-mi-ventana.html' title='Desde mi ventana'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cPhTViyGaro/Tp9NuenxwxI/AAAAAAAABPc/HZEqzsvZmrY/s72-c/-ventana8dv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-1233965401187365743</id><published>2011-10-19T15:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:16:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón navegante</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUTxVyMdow/Tp9LeoqSDqI/AAAAAAAABPE/RScYiMawLc4/s1600/Img01122008124552906630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUTxVyMdow/Tp9LeoqSDqI/AAAAAAAABPE/RScYiMawLc4/s400/Img01122008124552906630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665329845938294434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corazón navegante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El mar de piedras rompe sordo,&lt;br /&gt;el grito feroz es silencioso,&lt;br /&gt;mi voz en esta barco está a bordo&lt;br /&gt;intentando que escuche tu corazón vanidoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi llamado de amor ha naufragado&lt;br /&gt;a la isla del tesoro otros han llegado.&lt;br /&gt;Los restos de mi navío trataré de juntar&lt;br /&gt;volveré a casa remando, tratando de olvidar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ivan C. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-1233965401187365743?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1233965401187365743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1233965401187365743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/corazon-navegante.html' title='Corazón navegante'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GkUTxVyMdow/Tp9LeoqSDqI/AAAAAAAABPE/RScYiMawLc4/s72-c/Img01122008124552906630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-798397390802322641</id><published>2011-10-19T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T15:11:09.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Despedida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8v8c9B90Cs/Tp9K0lZHT_I/AAAAAAAABO4/SGxM752K404/s1600/Ojeda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8v8c9B90Cs/Tp9K0lZHT_I/AAAAAAAABO4/SGxM752K404/s400/Ojeda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665329123506474994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Despedida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;es como un mar de piedra.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy todo está&lt;br /&gt;de cabeza; &lt;br /&gt;el cielo es verde&lt;br /&gt;el río, de fuego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detrás de la ventana&lt;br /&gt;la cobarde espía&lt;br /&gt;escuchando solo&lt;br /&gt;palabras hirientes&lt;br /&gt;y puras mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo&lt;br /&gt;tu lenguaje&lt;br /&gt;Si me quieres&lt;br /&gt;dímelo y si no,&lt;br /&gt;aléjate de mí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al decirte adiós&lt;br /&gt;mi mundo y mi vida&lt;br /&gt;se derrumbó.&lt;br /&gt;Una lluvia de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;inundó mi cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No logro comprender&lt;br /&gt;por qué has tomado&lt;br /&gt;esta decisión, &lt;br /&gt;si siempre que&lt;br /&gt;mirabas mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;decías que en&lt;br /&gt;ellos veías&lt;br /&gt;una galaxia &lt;br /&gt;de felicidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De una vez por todas&lt;br /&gt;debo contarle&lt;br /&gt;a mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;que has dicho adiós.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Florencia O. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-798397390802322641?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/798397390802322641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/798397390802322641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mirada.html' title='Despedida'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m8v8c9B90Cs/Tp9K0lZHT_I/AAAAAAAABO4/SGxM752K404/s72-c/Ojeda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-6493408779749306311</id><published>2011-10-12T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T17:48:03.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Montaña verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdkvyCtSHY/TpXcLB_ICeI/AAAAAAAABOs/NkkPkNX036E/s1600/pansa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdkvyCtSHY/TpXcLB_ICeI/AAAAAAAABOs/NkkPkNX036E/s400/pansa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662674188558141922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montaña verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montaña verde&lt;br /&gt;en la que aparece un duende&lt;br /&gt;que está libre, es feroz y espía,&lt;br /&gt;en un asombroso y hermoso día&lt;br /&gt;con una razón de ira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veo un pino y camino de piedra&lt;br /&gt;lleno de mentira y prisa&lt;br /&gt;en el que aparece una mujer con un reloj&lt;br /&gt;despistado y protestón&lt;br /&gt;y un árbol de flechas&lt;br /&gt;lleno de fortaleza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johana P. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-6493408779749306311?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6493408779749306311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6493408779749306311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/montana-verde.html' title='Montaña verde'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvdkvyCtSHY/TpXcLB_ICeI/AAAAAAAABOs/NkkPkNX036E/s72-c/pansa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-3424167845774191063</id><published>2011-10-12T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:25:29.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recorriendo un sueño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geE1K9E_WVg/TpXaTDTG6cI/AAAAAAAABOg/fSIDQ8zmBNc/s1600/Img2811200818558708650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geE1K9E_WVg/TpXaTDTG6cI/AAAAAAAABOg/fSIDQ8zmBNc/s400/Img2811200818558708650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662672127326087618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recorriendo un sueño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajo por un camino cerrado&lt;br /&gt;verde como un campo&lt;br /&gt;en un sueño profundo&lt;br /&gt;bajo un cielo de fuego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminando por una montaña de piedra,&lt;br /&gt;a lo lejos, un río líquido&lt;br /&gt;alrededor de una noche oscura&lt;br /&gt;y la luna resplandeciente&lt;br /&gt;con su blancura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En lo profundo de la montaña &lt;br /&gt;hay un templo;&lt;br /&gt;en la entrada,&lt;br /&gt;un camino de piedra&lt;br /&gt;de aspecto antiguo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajo por un camino cerrado&lt;br /&gt;recorriendo un sueño.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Federico A. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-3424167845774191063?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/3424167845774191063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/3424167845774191063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/recorriendo-un-sueno.html' title='Recorriendo un sueño'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-geE1K9E_WVg/TpXaTDTG6cI/AAAAAAAABOg/fSIDQ8zmBNc/s72-c/Img2811200818558708650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8939124889422618531</id><published>2011-10-10T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:36:31.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor platónico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKDxwNKJmkE/TpNW1L_FVWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/LAhzar-wrDw/s1600/Rol%25C3%25B3n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKDxwNKJmkE/TpNW1L_FVWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/LAhzar-wrDw/s400/Rol%25C3%25B3n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661964628285281634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor platónico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El reloj sordo&lt;br /&gt;canta la noche&lt;br /&gt;con su río en el campo,&lt;br /&gt;en el cielo del mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Las estrellas y la Luna lo invaden todo&lt;br /&gt;Sos una noche silenciosa, tenebrosa,&lt;br /&gt;nublada y oscura.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay, noche! Tú no puedes ser tan inmensa&lt;br /&gt;con esa vista hermosa y ese rocío&lt;br /&gt;que te cae del cielo.&lt;br /&gt;¡Ay, noche, con tanta soledad y tranquilidad!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natacha R. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8939124889422618531?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8939124889422618531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8939124889422618531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/amor-platonico.html' title='Amor platónico'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YKDxwNKJmkE/TpNW1L_FVWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/LAhzar-wrDw/s72-c/Rol%25C3%25B3n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-9063539137300393684</id><published>2011-10-10T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T11:39:06.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi propio destino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyaibxP_8dI/TpNUiMTokCI/AAAAAAAABOI/4B0PCNpX3TQ/s1600/Vallejos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyaibxP_8dI/TpNUiMTokCI/AAAAAAAABOI/4B0PCNpX3TQ/s400/Vallejos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661962102930706466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi propio destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como el cielo de fuego&lt;br /&gt;el templo se escondía,&lt;br /&gt;la ventana de mi destino&lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos yo veía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mañana se agrandaba&lt;br /&gt;el sol se achicaba&lt;br /&gt;en el camino cerrado&lt;br /&gt;el mundo gritaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como un libro cobarde&lt;br /&gt;las personas corrían&lt;br /&gt;y sus palabras decían&lt;br /&gt;el amor es mentira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matías V. (3ºB)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-9063539137300393684?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/9063539137300393684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/9063539137300393684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/mi-propio-destino-como-el-cielo-de.html' title='Mi propio destino'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eyaibxP_8dI/TpNUiMTokCI/AAAAAAAABOI/4B0PCNpX3TQ/s72-c/Vallejos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-3045784221133759438</id><published>2011-10-09T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:18:12.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensándote</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWLlxw5ORH4/TpJUFexNefI/AAAAAAAABNw/-_D-4JvEtHo/s1600/imagenes-paisajes-puente-niebla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWLlxw5ORH4/TpJUFexNefI/AAAAAAAABNw/-_D-4JvEtHo/s400/imagenes-paisajes-puente-niebla.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661680134693681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensándote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ciudad alejada del sol de fuego&lt;br /&gt;prepara su venganza.&lt;br /&gt;La calle se aleja &lt;br /&gt;por el vacío de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;Te hice una canción&lt;br /&gt;para tenerte en mi mente&lt;br /&gt;en mi oscura habitación&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leslie V.G. (3ºA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor mío&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La tarde se aproxima.&lt;br /&gt;Tu bella mirada no se refleja&lt;br /&gt;en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;y escucha ruidos&lt;br /&gt;protestándome&lt;br /&gt;porque me alejé de tu amor&lt;br /&gt;clandestino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leslie V.G. (3ºA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-3045784221133759438?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/3045784221133759438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/3045784221133759438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/pensandote.html' title='Pensándote'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWLlxw5ORH4/TpJUFexNefI/AAAAAAAABNw/-_D-4JvEtHo/s72-c/imagenes-paisajes-puente-niebla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-2341333871910485198</id><published>2011-10-09T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T08:10:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilema de amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t549hxLx6o/TpG428z3v3I/AAAAAAAABNo/5jUF9Z1a9sI/s1600/Cuervo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t549hxLx6o/TpG428z3v3I/AAAAAAAABNo/5jUF9Z1a9sI/s400/Cuervo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661509460757561202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dilema de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus brillantes ojos son como un mar verde.&lt;br /&gt;El cielo celeste se separa del sol de fuego,&lt;br /&gt;las montañas de piedra conducen a un camino cerrado.&lt;br /&gt;El gran río separa a nuestras ilusiones en dos mundos.&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada lanza un flechazo a mi corazón en llamas.&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez el tiempo pasa más rápido y yo sigo esperando por ti.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Federico C. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-2341333871910485198?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/2341333871910485198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/2341333871910485198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/dilema-de-amor.html' title='Dilema de amor'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0t549hxLx6o/TpG428z3v3I/AAAAAAAABNo/5jUF9Z1a9sI/s72-c/Cuervo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-1623533699317483029</id><published>2011-10-08T04:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T06:22:57.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturaleza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VkFXFagbtY/TpA2gOULAwI/AAAAAAAABNg/w2d0e0_PiLQ/s1600/EScudero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VkFXFagbtY/TpA2gOULAwI/AAAAAAAABNg/w2d0e0_PiLQ/s400/EScudero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661084658831131394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naturaleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Río, camino libre y feroz,&lt;br /&gt;parques y árboles de melón,&lt;br /&gt;hermosos y dudosos con razón&lt;br /&gt;con una canción de ira&lt;br /&gt;y un mar líquido de corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Un cielo blando, despistado&lt;br /&gt;con prisa inmensa de fortaleza.&lt;br /&gt;Una bella princesa y&lt;br /&gt;un desobediente reloj&lt;br /&gt;en el que cada día&lt;br /&gt;un pino de flechas&lt;br /&gt;se olvidó de su campo y&lt;br /&gt;de su asombroso amor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernanda E.(3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-1623533699317483029?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1623533699317483029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1623533699317483029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/naturaleza.html' title='Naturaleza'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3VkFXFagbtY/TpA2gOULAwI/AAAAAAAABNg/w2d0e0_PiLQ/s72-c/EScudero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-6388649988509364144</id><published>2011-10-07T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T13:17:41.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corazón traicionero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPUyInZo8Zo/To-gIklldHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4R4ga4R_iPE/s1600/imagenes-amor-rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPUyInZo8Zo/To-gIklldHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4R4ga4R_iPE/s400/imagenes-amor-rosas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660919325748720754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Corazón traicionero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por un río blando&lt;br /&gt;de flechas verdes&lt;br /&gt;es por donde yo ando&lt;br /&gt;esperando un día verte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En un mundo de piedras&lt;br /&gt;espero que algún día me quieras.&lt;br /&gt;Mis ojos solo pueden verte&lt;br /&gt;pero mi corazón quiere tenerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En ese templo tenebroso&lt;br /&gt;pareces una princesa.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras lloro en este pozo&lt;br /&gt;estoy lleno de tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras te tengo en mi cabeza&lt;br /&gt;a otro hombre le das tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Yo que te creía una princesa&lt;br /&gt;me lastimaste el corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brian G. (3ºA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-6388649988509364144?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6388649988509364144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6388649988509364144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/corazon-traicionero.html' title='Corazón traicionero'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MPUyInZo8Zo/To-gIklldHI/AAAAAAAABNQ/4R4ga4R_iPE/s72-c/imagenes-amor-rosas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-45655824855437213</id><published>2011-10-07T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T19:12:14.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Lluvia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1jGQ4r5hew/To-dcL1zL0I/AAAAAAAABNI/h9q1NNrfxBU/s1600/Bellon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1jGQ4r5hew/To-dcL1zL0I/AAAAAAAABNI/h9q1NNrfxBU/s400/Bellon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660916364168343362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La lluvia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La lluvia es para recordar,&lt;br /&gt;es un momento en que pienso&lt;br /&gt;que contigo fui feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Me hiciste sentir que en una&lt;br /&gt;nube esponjosa vivía, &lt;br /&gt;que contigo me sentía completa.&lt;br /&gt;Las gotas caían sobre mi cara&lt;br /&gt;cuando en las montañas rocosas&lt;br /&gt;me encontraba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carolina B. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-45655824855437213?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/45655824855437213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/45655824855437213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/la-lluvia.html' title='La Lluvia'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m1jGQ4r5hew/To-dcL1zL0I/AAAAAAAABNI/h9q1NNrfxBU/s72-c/Bellon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-4708924952927170469</id><published>2011-10-06T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:53:32.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor secreto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqiMuvOpfAg/To5Epl8K1_I/AAAAAAAABM8/4r61zhW9UZg/s1600/Lobos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqiMuvOpfAg/To5Epl8K1_I/AAAAAAAABM8/4r61zhW9UZg/s400/Lobos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660537263001098226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor secreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera que te dieras cuenta&lt;br /&gt;lo mucho que te amo,&lt;br /&gt;me siento desolado&lt;br /&gt;si no te tengo a mí lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te veo pasar&lt;br /&gt;no te dejo de mirar,&lt;br /&gt;mi amor es inmenso &lt;br /&gt;como el mar,&lt;br /&gt;no lo puedo callar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;María L. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-4708924952927170469?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4708924952927170469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/4708924952927170469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/amor-secreto.html' title='Amor secreto'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RqiMuvOpfAg/To5Epl8K1_I/AAAAAAAABM8/4r61zhW9UZg/s72-c/Lobos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-5349029999021641823</id><published>2011-10-06T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:54:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ATvsnet1k/To4qNwf1r5I/AAAAAAAABM0/-rbxCRzAm_o/s1600/Zarsoza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ATvsnet1k/To4qNwf1r5I/AAAAAAAABM0/-rbxCRzAm_o/s400/Zarsoza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660508197496401810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El río del templo,&lt;br /&gt;el mar blando.&lt;br /&gt;De tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;me acuerdo&lt;br /&gt;y de tu bella mirada&lt;br /&gt;de duquesa&lt;br /&gt;que espía el libro que protesta.&lt;br /&gt;De tu ausencia me cuido,&lt;br /&gt;de tu gran miedo &lt;br /&gt;a la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;pensando que&lt;br /&gt;te tengo cerca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sheila Z. (3º A)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-5349029999021641823?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/5349029999021641823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/5349029999021641823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/tu-mirada.html' title='Tu mirada'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3ATvsnet1k/To4qNwf1r5I/AAAAAAAABM0/-rbxCRzAm_o/s72-c/Zarsoza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-6663015804523393875</id><published>2011-10-05T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:54:35.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tu corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h4PcydM4eM/ToyY9fO46rI/AAAAAAAABMs/butR_VSgZCg/s1600/Vargas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h4PcydM4eM/ToyY9fO46rI/AAAAAAAABMs/butR_VSgZCg/s400/Vargas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660067013821262514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu corazón dejó de latir,&lt;br /&gt;nadie sabe si por él o por mí.&lt;br /&gt;Él, que siempre te evitaba,&lt;br /&gt;yo, que siempre te amaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te quería con locura,&lt;br /&gt;mi mente no tiene dudas.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora que te fuiste&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón se quedó sin armadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú pensabas lo mejor de él,&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo miraba lo peor de él.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no te quería hacer llorar,&lt;br /&gt;sólo anhelaba que le dejaras de rogar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristian V.(3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-6663015804523393875?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6663015804523393875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/6663015804523393875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/tu-corazon.html' title='Tu corazón'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--h4PcydM4eM/ToyY9fO46rI/AAAAAAAABMs/butR_VSgZCg/s72-c/Vargas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8750254732396282694</id><published>2011-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:54:57.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desengaño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JydARMwlvi8/ToyDxgz2qoI/AAAAAAAABMk/EHO7mB7aesg/s1600/Camila%2BPatinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JydARMwlvi8/ToyDxgz2qoI/AAAAAAAABMk/EHO7mB7aesg/s400/Camila%2BPatinha.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660043718342126210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desengaño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un canto de amor&lt;br /&gt;escondía en su corazón&lt;br /&gt;un triste caballero &lt;br /&gt;que lloraba una desilusión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo inundaba la tristeza&lt;br /&gt;mientras el despiadado reloj&lt;br /&gt;marcaba las lentas horas&lt;br /&gt;de esta gran desolación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El almanaque fue testigo&lt;br /&gt;de una anhelante espera&lt;br /&gt;y tras la ventana sueña&lt;br /&gt;la llegada de otro amor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camila P. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8750254732396282694?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8750254732396282694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8750254732396282694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/desengano.html' title='Desengaño'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JydARMwlvi8/ToyDxgz2qoI/AAAAAAAABMk/EHO7mB7aesg/s72-c/Camila%2BPatinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-1104915792674575698</id><published>2011-10-05T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T16:06:05.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El deseo de mi corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqutPJ1rOuo/Tox_5GjwdTI/AAAAAAAABMc/yVkpCLjXwTo/s1600/Daiana%2BGodoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqutPJ1rOuo/Tox_5GjwdTI/AAAAAAAABMc/yVkpCLjXwTo/s400/Daiana%2BGodoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660039450687730994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El deseo de mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo que estoy sin ti&lt;br /&gt;es un segundo más de sufrimiento&lt;br /&gt;para mí.&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento juntos&lt;br /&gt;es una realidad distinta,&lt;br /&gt;hermosa, fuera de tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He creado un mundo &lt;br /&gt;sólo para nosotros,&lt;br /&gt;muy lejos del dolor&lt;br /&gt;y el sufrimiento,&lt;br /&gt;donde únicamente existen&lt;br /&gt;palabras dulces y amorosas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero falta algo...&lt;br /&gt;faltas tú.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tú para completar este sueño perfecto&lt;br /&gt;en donde construiremos un castillo&lt;br /&gt;sobre el suelo de la confianza&lt;br /&gt;y los ladrillos del amor,&lt;br /&gt;unidos por los fuertes lazos de la esperanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta nueva dimensión&lt;br /&gt;será para nosotros dos,&lt;br /&gt;lejos de la realidad,&lt;br /&gt;una fantasía hermosa&lt;br /&gt;que me gustaría llamar&lt;br /&gt;el deseo de mi corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daiana G. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-1104915792674575698?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1104915792674575698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/1104915792674575698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/el-deseo-de-mi-corazon.html' title='El deseo de mi corazón'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gqutPJ1rOuo/Tox_5GjwdTI/AAAAAAAABMc/yVkpCLjXwTo/s72-c/Daiana%2BGodoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5612934222511549623.post-8621623277667933179</id><published>2011-10-05T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T04:55:51.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Siento que te amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-1rRX9wjJo/Tox7tSRBbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/jTKP29t2_jw/s1600/imagenes-dibujos-amor-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-1rRX9wjJo/Tox7tSRBbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/jTKP29t2_jw/s400/imagenes-dibujos-amor-p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660034849625435554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento que te amo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siento que te amo&lt;br /&gt;desde el primer momento en que te vi.&lt;br /&gt;En mi cara se forma una sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;no puedo vivir sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos reflejados en los míos&lt;br /&gt;forman una gran felicidad,&lt;br /&gt;Siento que me muero&lt;br /&gt;si tú no estás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mi corazón se escucha una canción&lt;br /&gt;con la alegría y armonía que tú me das.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu amor es algo único&lt;br /&gt;que nunca voy a olvidar.&lt;br /&gt;Fuiste y serás la persona&lt;br /&gt;que más amé en la vida,&lt;br /&gt;algo que no llegué a imaginar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Camila B. (3º B)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5612934222511549623-8621623277667933179?l=mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8621623277667933179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5612934222511549623/posts/default/8621623277667933179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundoadolescente-hoy.blogspot.com/2011/10/siento-que-te-amo.html' title='Siento que te amo'/><author><name>Valkiria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10265056297404043097</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko6SNGtZuns/SThGreMxFMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/2fqEL6VOwzE/S220/Valkiria+3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m-1rRX9wjJo/Tox7tSRBbaI/AAAAAAAABMU/jTKP29t2_jw/s72-c/imagenes-dibujos-amor-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
