<?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-19370186</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:21.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTIMIENTOS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanessatrenche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19370186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanessatrenche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>VANESSA TRENCHE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09980041060691735424</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19370186.post-113315249084253253</id><published>2005-11-27T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:34:50.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recuerdos que a cada momento nos llegan como jacintos  florecidos.  Asi&lt;br /&gt;son los sentimientos mas queridos.  siempre nos abrazamos a  la eterna y magna&lt;br /&gt;esperanza  desnudandome de tus recuerdos   abiertos  como petalos  a cada momento.  Esos sentimientos que guardamos adentro, como si fuera comida  de hormigas en invierno.  Tu mirada penetra mi espacio, y te observo callado en la noche, sintiendo mi calor desde tu encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como es la materia  que necesita ser encontrada sin esfuerzo.  Un  ligero atomo perdido&lt;br /&gt;se acobija en mi almohada y me recuerda que estas despierto  y te siento mio, cada vez mas abierto como el violin que se escucha en una noche de invierno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estoy .    Besame cuando quieras.  Inundame de tu ardor que florece como la quimera.....&lt;br /&gt;Te amo hoy...... 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