<?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-4425802056694537150</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:14:31.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a box, sometimes...</title><subtitle type='html'>he de guardar lo k pienso...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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this,&lt;br /&gt;and i know someday, &lt;br /&gt;you will be nothing but a memory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-5022883913423884382?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5022883913423884382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=5022883913423884382' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5022883913423884382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5022883913423884382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/06/still-cant-forget-you-i-still-have.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7036020817809055367</id><published>2011-05-19T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:45:47.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jb</title><content type='html'>Dead roses keep on my window&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;You gave them to me still alive.&lt;br /&gt;But as our love, they died.&lt;br /&gt;Some Broken petals try to survive&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be just more than dust.&lt;br /&gt;Broken pieces, of a sad heart&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me the dark&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me the rain…&lt;br /&gt;The Cold water’s falling down &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile the life keep moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7036020817809055367?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7036020817809055367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7036020817809055367' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7036020817809055367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7036020817809055367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/05/jb.html' title='jb'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-8691133788064271710</id><published>2011-05-19T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T10:44:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>looking for something else i found this.</title><content type='html'>maybe you dont even remember, but once you said...&lt;br /&gt;15-11-06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_.--''°-.¬oiill||(  .-_+°°- -°°+_-.  )||lliio¬.-°''--._ dice:&lt;br /&gt;"q el dia de mañana despiertes con la emocion de saver q es un dia mas de vida y explotalo al maximo, cada minuto de el, saviendo q ese minuto no c repetira nunca mas en tu vida, disfruta tu vida y aferrate a lo q crees mi amor, la fe es algo q no c puede tocar, pero tu alma simpre esta aferrada a ella y sin el alma simplemente no puede haver vida.&lt;br /&gt;Te amo mi amor."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-8691133788064271710?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8691133788064271710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=8691133788064271710' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8691133788064271710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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risas&lt;br /&gt;Y los pies en el balcon y los cuerpos en el sillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----o----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Te amo" dijo el.&lt;br /&gt;"Shhhh.....no lo gastes" contesto ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----o----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces intentarlo, no es la mejor opcion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----o----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7449713712085003066?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7449713712085003066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7449713712085003066' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7449713712085003066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7449713712085003066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/04/derivaciones-de-la-mente.html' title='derivaciones de la mente.'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-3326589231586008567</id><published>2011-03-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:39:06.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monstruo</title><content type='html'>Explosion de quimicos en mi cerebro, &lt;br /&gt;me hacen sentir la necesidad de estar cerca de ti,&lt;br /&gt;te haz vuelto mi droga, mi veneno...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-3326589231586008567?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3326589231586008567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=3326589231586008567' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/3326589231586008567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/3326589231586008567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/monstruo.html' title='monstruo'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-8267884579275888722</id><published>2011-03-10T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T12:50:38.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fragmento</title><content type='html'>Se levantó despacio de la cama para no despertar al fantasma que dormía a su lado,&lt;br /&gt;acechando el ritmo de una respiración que a veces imaginaba escuchar de veras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikon y Corso&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento de "El Club Dumas" de A. Perez Reverte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-8267884579275888722?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8267884579275888722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=8267884579275888722' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8267884579275888722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8267884579275888722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/03/fragmento.html' title='fragmento'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7915022724409465584</id><published>2011-02-04T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:20:47.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom y Summer.</title><content type='html'>Pensaba en esos dias&lt;br /&gt;En que caminabamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Tomados de la mano por las calles empedradas junto al mar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y recuerdo tus besos esos que bajo la lluvia me diste&lt;br /&gt;Y tus palabras, y tus consejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pienso ahora en ti, y sonrio&lt;br /&gt;Y te extraño&lt;br /&gt;Y me pregunto, &lt;br /&gt;Que pude haber hecho yo&lt;br /&gt;Para merecerte y no poder quererte....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7915022724409465584?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7915022724409465584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7915022724409465584' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7915022724409465584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7915022724409465584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/pensaba-en-esos-dias-en-que-caminabamos.html' title='Tom y Summer.'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-1814467345672764416</id><published>2011-02-04T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:07:23.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>icaro</title><content type='html'>Fuiste la persona correcta, &lt;br /&gt;en el momento equivocado...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-1814467345672764416?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1814467345672764416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=1814467345672764416' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/1814467345672764416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/1814467345672764416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/icaro.html' title='icaro'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-6200715757089261283</id><published>2011-02-04T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:02:41.008-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quien iba a pensar que con tanto sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;Cuando mas lograste inspirarme,&lt;br /&gt;fue cuando te fuiste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-6200715757089261283?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6200715757089261283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=6200715757089261283' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/6200715757089261283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/6200715757089261283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/quien-iba-pensar-que-con-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-89906308667493847</id><published>2011-02-04T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:00:51.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somos un punto de referencia en la linea del tiempo personal del otro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-89906308667493847?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/89906308667493847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=89906308667493847' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/89906308667493847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/89906308667493847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/somos-un-punto-de-referencia-en-la.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-2568178227845286655</id><published>2011-02-04T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T03:54:38.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>habitante</title><content type='html'>El amor entro por los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;Se dio cuenta que adentro estaba vacio,&lt;br /&gt;Y mejor se salio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El amor recibio invitacion para entrar por la ternura, por la razon&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque al principio rehusaba,&lt;br /&gt;Una vez que asomo la cabeza&lt;br /&gt;Y descubrio un interior lleno de conciencia&lt;br /&gt;Ya jamas quiso decir adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-2568178227845286655?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2568178227845286655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=2568178227845286655' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2568178227845286655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2568178227845286655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/habitante.html' title='habitante'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-2540726515312056173</id><published>2011-02-04T03:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T03:51:07.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Me pregunto, mientras drexler propone un perfecto soundtrack,&lt;br /&gt;Que demonios hago yo pensando en ti!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-2540726515312056173?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2540726515312056173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=2540726515312056173' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2540726515312056173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2540726515312056173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/02/me-pregunto-mientras-drexler-propone-un.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-5500727228778956607</id><published>2011-01-29T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T00:07:53.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>polvo</title><content type='html'>tu nombre ya no es el mismo de antes&lt;br /&gt;es tan solo un alguien,&lt;br /&gt;un recuerdo y nada mas&lt;br /&gt;una referencia del pasado&lt;br /&gt;y del extraño presente que jamas crei tener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no menciono mas tu nombre &lt;br /&gt;ni miro tu piel&lt;br /&gt;ni huelo tu aroma en mi memoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curiosamente al final  &lt;br /&gt;resultaste siendo&lt;br /&gt;un punto mas en la estadistica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-5500727228778956607?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5500727228778956607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=5500727228778956607' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5500727228778956607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5500727228778956607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/polvo.html' title='polvo'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7486546354801617344</id><published>2011-01-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:41:19.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>El desayuno estaba servido&lt;br /&gt;El halo del sol paseaba lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Y yo sentada saciaba mi curiosidad&lt;br /&gt;Y como el dicho reza &lt;br /&gt;Gato soy, y por curiosa muero.&lt;br /&gt;Si bien es justo aclarar, mi asesino no ha sido la duda&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido la sorpresa&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-4262697134612154268</id><published>2011-01-16T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:56:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Te recuerdo entrar por esa puerta azul.&lt;br /&gt;Te miro en mi memoria y juegas con ella&lt;br /&gt;Tan inevitable, tan segura y tan obvia&lt;br /&gt;Mi destino era junto a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te recuerdo reir, y alguna vez llorar,&lt;br /&gt;Estar a mi lado y un dia marchar.&lt;br /&gt;Te paseas por mi mente, y de una u otra forma&lt;br /&gt;aunque ya no estas...&lt;br /&gt;Al pasearte por mi mente, siempre...siempre, algo dejas en mi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-4262697134612154268?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4262697134612154268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=4262697134612154268' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/4262697134612154268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/4262697134612154268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/te-recuerdo-entrar-por-esa-puerta-azul.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-406241457279896025</id><published>2011-01-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T10:42:47.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tu no eras tan guapo</title><content type='html'>Tu no eras tan guapo&lt;br /&gt;Estabas lleno de granos y de arrugas&lt;br /&gt;Tenias esa estrepitosa risa&lt;br /&gt;Y tu enorme nariz&lt;br /&gt;No eras tan guapo en realidad&lt;br /&gt;Mucho menos con tu cabellera siempre al vuelo.&lt;br /&gt;Guapo, guapo, no eras&lt;br /&gt;Mucho menos, al mirarte asi&lt;br /&gt;Tan flaco...despeinado, malvestido y sucio.&lt;br /&gt;Guapo en realidad no, &lt;br /&gt;Cuando tus huesos al darme amor daban mas que eso.&lt;br /&gt;Tu no eras tan guapo,&lt;br /&gt;Tu lengua estriada, toda agujerada&lt;br /&gt;Tu piel reseca y esa mirada.&lt;br /&gt;No, tu no eras tan guapo,&lt;br /&gt;Y sin embargo...&lt;br /&gt;Asi me gustabas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-406241457279896025?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/406241457279896025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=406241457279896025' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/406241457279896025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/406241457279896025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2011/01/tu-no-eras-tan-guapo.html' title='tu no eras tan guapo'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-699062225791006799</id><published>2009-09-18T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:26:50.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>un dia mientras pensaba en ti escribi</title><content type='html'>"No conozco el patron, o la guia que conuzca mis pasos a ti, que lleve mis sueños a un mundo donde habitas tu, donde mis manos mueren por tocarte otra vez, donde todo mi ser desespera porque estas tan lejos d mi..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A veces, cuando consigo dejar de pensarte te atreves a pasearte de nuevo por mi mente de manera descarada, me sonries y me dejas sola....otra vez"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-699062225791006799?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/699062225791006799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=699062225791006799' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/699062225791006799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/699062225791006799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/09/un-dia-mientras-pensaba-en-ti-escribi.html' title='un dia mientras pensaba en ti escribi'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-8359999024704006513</id><published>2009-08-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:16:08.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOSPITAL</title><content type='html'>jungla de aromas rancios,&lt;br /&gt;de miedos y dolores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entre todos los dolores&lt;br /&gt;y todos los remedios&lt;br /&gt;ironicamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada para el corazon.&lt;br /&gt;Nada para el mal de amores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-8359999024704006513?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8359999024704006513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=8359999024704006513' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8359999024704006513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8359999024704006513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/hospital.html' title='HOSPITAL'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-969134609076643671</id><published>2009-08-16T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T23:56:55.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y</title><content type='html'>como dijeran por ahi....pasaste a mi lado, con cruel indiferecia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que hiciste del amor que me juraste?&lt;br /&gt;y qué has hecho de los besos que te di?&lt;br /&gt;y qué excusa puedes darme si fallaste?&lt;br /&gt;y mataste la esperanza que hubo en mí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y que ingrato es el destino que me hiere&lt;br /&gt;y que absurda la razón de mi pasión&lt;br /&gt;y que necio es este amor que no se muere&lt;br /&gt;y prefiere perdonarte tu traición&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pensarque en mi vida fuiste flama&lt;br /&gt;y el caudal de mi gloria fuiste tú&lt;br /&gt;y llegué a quererte con el alma&lt;br /&gt;y hoy me mata de tristeza tu actitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a qué debo dime entonces tu abandono?&lt;br /&gt;y qué rota tu promesa se perdió&lt;br /&gt;y si dices la verdad yo te perdono&lt;br /&gt;y te llevo de recuerdo junto a Dios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no cabe duda que el amor duele...mas cuando sin razon te dicen adios...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-969134609076643671?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/969134609076643671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=969134609076643671' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/969134609076643671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/969134609076643671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/y.html' title='y'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-6040615375045043418</id><published>2009-08-10T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:43:21.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;han sido solo horas, talvez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;para mi es tiempo incontable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;siento no poder resitir mas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sin saber de ti, sin verte, sin olerte....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mis entrañas me reprimen, me interrogan, me molestan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;y donde estas tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que piensas tu?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;que te impide decime algo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;este limbo en el qu siento vivir me esta pesando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;mas de lo que espere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;este amor por ti me esta matando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;sin comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;la imposibilidad absoluta de su ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-6040615375045043418?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6040615375045043418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=6040615375045043418' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/6040615375045043418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/6040615375045043418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/han-sido-solo-horas-talvez-para-mi-es.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-4273918875252331233</id><published>2009-08-04T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T11:45:01.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tu posees riquezas...&lt;br /&gt;posees jade en los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;perlas en la boca&lt;br /&gt;y coral en los labios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tus riquezas son infinitas&lt;br /&gt;tu totalidad es de marfil,&lt;br /&gt;tu cabello es de oro&lt;br /&gt;toda la belleza posible se acumula en ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-4273918875252331233?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4273918875252331233/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=4273918875252331233' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/4273918875252331233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/4273918875252331233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/08/tu-posees-riquezas.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-2883360503525645486</id><published>2009-07-26T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:52:40.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y si...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;hola hola, sirena de ojos verdes -&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;e sonrio al saludar- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he p&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nsado en conquist&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;rte, -aunque tu te haz visto mas audaz-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tal, que tal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;todo... y aun &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;m&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y nada? como nada? -dices tu: si n&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; nadas te ahoga&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y en verd&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;d  que tenias &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;r&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;azon...que me ahogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hogo en tu &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;m a r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-2883360503525645486?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2883360503525645486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=2883360503525645486' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2883360503525645486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2883360503525645486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/y-si.html' title='y si...'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7646062353892539594</id><published>2009-07-26T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:25:54.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;amor se viene en pares y en nones&lt;br /&gt;en &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rojos&lt;/span&gt; y &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;amarillos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o de todos los &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; se da de nada,&lt;br /&gt;aparece &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;misterioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos eleva al infinito&lt;br /&gt;pero a veces,&lt;br /&gt;nos deja el corazon &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;roto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7646062353892539594?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7646062353892539594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7646062353892539594' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7646062353892539594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7646062353892539594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/07/el-amor-se-viene-en-pares-y-en-nones-en.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7913184282695880398</id><published>2009-01-24T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T11:04:05.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>survival</title><content type='html'>uno!, dos!, tres!,&lt;br /&gt;respira!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;gritaba impaciente, desconsolada y muerta de miedo...&lt;br /&gt;y lo miraba con cara de angustia, -volveras a abrir los ojos algun dia?-&lt;br /&gt;y cuando se habia rendido, cuando creyo que no habia mas que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;entonces parpadeo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7913184282695880398?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7913184282695880398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7913184282695880398' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7913184282695880398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7913184282695880398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/survival.html' title='survival'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-3848596532410187882</id><published>2008-09-01T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:44:08.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"intrigante margarita que desojas ilusiones  en el fondo de un pozo,  donde veo mi reflejo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;y un mundo de ayer y de hoy y de nunca, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde mas reflejos han visitado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; la profundidad de tu ser"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-3848596532410187882?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3848596532410187882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=3848596532410187882' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/3848596532410187882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/3848596532410187882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/intrigante-margarita-que-desojas.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-8660654339102416538</id><published>2008-06-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:34:19.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"senti de pronto su mirada, profunda y penetrante, clavarse en mi interior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-8660654339102416538?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8660654339102416538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=8660654339102416538' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8660654339102416538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8660654339102416538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/senti-de-pronto-su-mirada-profunda-y.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-2007621584381321409</id><published>2008-05-04T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:20:17.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reencuenro</title><content type='html'>en busca de nuevos brios, en un viaje que nunca hice, te encontre.&lt;br /&gt;sentado en el rincon parecias no ver nada y tropece...&lt;br /&gt;de nuevo estabamos de frente y la mirada fue inevitable...y decidi seguir de frente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-2007621584381321409?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2007621584381321409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=2007621584381321409' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2007621584381321409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/2007621584381321409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/05/reencuenro.html' title='reencuenro'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-1009250709904515673</id><published>2008-05-01T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T22:27:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ra &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;verde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;amarillo&lt;/span&gt;, pero &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cada que lo veia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, se dejaba seducir por ese &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;azul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; brillante, profundo y exotico y electrico, k inevitablemente, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lo adoraba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-1009250709904515673?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1009250709904515673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=1009250709904515673' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/1009250709904515673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/1009250709904515673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/05/sombra.html' title='sombra'/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-5810516746242525599</id><published>2008-05-01T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:21:34.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>llenar el papel para decir algo que es lo que sea solo guardar mas letras y letras de tonteria...&lt;br /&gt;...................................xk de nuevo el instinto esta, mas no la creatividad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-5810516746242525599?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5810516746242525599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=5810516746242525599' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5810516746242525599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5810516746242525599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/05/llenar-el-papel-para-decir-algo-que-es.html' title=''/><author><name>chloè</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11458449150802583713</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/_BwA_PdgZX_g/SjxGvlAoqoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/dWV1SIUV9PA/S220/f_Collage1copm_1316508gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425802056694537150.post-7124144903602467429</id><published>2008-02-19T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T12:37:33.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;te perdi en un dia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;gris&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; te fuiste sin saber que te ibas...asi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el tiempo se detuvo sin mas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;dando paso al adios de un ser unico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;fuiste dueño de las mas hermosa sonrisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;con una sola mirada -tierna y divertida- fui tuya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y aunque no te conoci, el dolor de no tenerte puede mas que un no te tube jamas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-7124144903602467429?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7124144903602467429/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=7124144903602467429' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/7124144903602467429'/><link 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style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; algo que aun no se que es, no sale nada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada &lt;/div&gt;mas k letras y &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#660000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; que aun no se cuales son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;r u i d o s &lt;/div&gt;de aqui para alla y mas k no se que es ni&lt;br /&gt;nada&lt;br /&gt;DE eso, sino k solo hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raras...&lt;br /&gt;me quedo igual que al principio &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; en una bateria&lt;br /&gt;ruido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;t a c a t a c a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;y mas ya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-5160069779845440668?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5160069779845440668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=5160069779845440668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/5160069779845440668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;profunda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; dolor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; es &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;solo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; lo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;padece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ya &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; eso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;es&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; algo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; totalMeNtE----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4425802056694537150-8915155933004738360?l=chloesfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chloesfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8915155933004738360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4425802056694537150&amp;postID=8915155933004738360' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425802056694537150/posts/default/8915155933004738360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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