<?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-8660871457579464092</id><updated>2012-02-12T05:02:49.404+01:00</updated><category term='Cariño'/><category term='imatges'/><title type='text'>les meves coses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>203</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1617099074135010843</id><published>2011-12-24T18:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:50:16.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOCHE BUENA..PAZ..AMOR..AMISTAD..NAVIDAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzjTzgp2pUQ/TvYKVwvDB_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Q4tdPLGb_Xw/s1600/DSCN3809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzjTzgp2pUQ/TvYKVwvDB_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Q4tdPLGb_Xw/s400/DSCN3809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689746548204963826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Cariño, que bonitas palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde quiera que boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no las dejo de escuchar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero solo son palabras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faciles de ... pronunciar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en ellas hay, muy poca verdad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizas acaso no merezco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni un poco de esta Buena Boluntad&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ estoy condenada en vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a vivir en soledad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desde que Tu me dejaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te fuiste, a una eternidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todavia no asimilo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de alli no has de regresar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y terminó, Noche Buena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y terminó, Paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y terminó, Amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero lo que mas me duele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es terminar...Amistad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antonio; solo tu bien me conoces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu me has visto, en alegria estallar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparando, esta Noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Preparando, Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como hoy ves la amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mi inmensa soledad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo tu veras si hoy ceno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O si cómo, mañana Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie me lo ha preguntado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿a quien ha de interesar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Tampoco me lo preguntan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pues nadie quiere escuchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mis quejas constantemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;le acaban, por cansar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Yo tengo culpa de todo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te lo puedo asegurar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dicen que no hago nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para mi vida, cambiar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu sabes que no es verdad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como sabes que hacen " porras "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre mi, precariedad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAZ...AMOR...AMISTAD...NAVIDAD !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1617099074135010843?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1617099074135010843/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1617099074135010843' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1617099074135010843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1617099074135010843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/12/noche-buenapazamoramistadnavidad.html' title='NOCHE BUENA..PAZ..AMOR..AMISTAD..NAVIDAD'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nzjTzgp2pUQ/TvYKVwvDB_I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Q4tdPLGb_Xw/s72-c/DSCN3809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2500355530380746203</id><published>2011-12-18T19:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T20:18:48.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NADAL  2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--80O3z6UvdM/Tu4z_slHrMI/AAAAAAAABCs/oqva0R5PVXo/s1600/DSCN3748.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/--80O3z6UvdM/Tu4z_slHrMI/AAAAAAAABCs/oqva0R5PVXo/s400/DSCN3748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687540548807142594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ TOC, TOC, TOC, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Qui truca?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el Nadal, que a casa teva vol entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_A casa? Si res tinc jo per menjar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no mes amb falta, que et tingui que convidar_!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Però...escoltem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jo et voldria explicar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo vull entrar a casa teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes res, jo he de menjar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb un troç de suro vell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una cova tu faras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el bou la mula i un xic de palla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la Verge, i Sant Josep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al terra, perquè es Petit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tant humil, que ni un llit li caldrà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre un troç. de roba vella.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el Nen Jesús, dormirà !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Fins i tot, la Nadala pots...cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Allà sota una penya;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es Nat el Jesuset, nuet, nuet.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mira Nadal, que et dic que No;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que res, no tinc per menjar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni Contes vull escoltar...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Però amb vols....escoltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vull entrar, a casa teva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes res jo he, de menjar__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si encara ho veus dificil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;també ho podem...arreglar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;__Obre del teu cor, les portes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obertes de bat a bat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixa al Nen Jesús entrar__ !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que aquesta Nit Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tingui un lloc, per amb tu estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que com tu, moltes familias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avui no poden, menjar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquest Jesús, per nosaltres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fins La Vida ...Va Donar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2500355530380746203?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2500355530380746203/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2500355530380746203' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2500355530380746203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2500355530380746203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/12/nadal-2011.html' title='NADAL  2011'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--80O3z6UvdM/Tu4z_slHrMI/AAAAAAAABCs/oqva0R5PVXo/s72-c/DSCN3748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8922279314456773214</id><published>2011-12-13T20:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:35:46.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>IMATGES PER MEDITAR  !¡ !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijyKyDmU9Kc/TueuRrFrusI/AAAAAAAABCU/N5nZb4rIsk8/s1600/DSCN3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijyKyDmU9Kc/TueuRrFrusI/AAAAAAAABCU/N5nZb4rIsk8/s400/DSCN3787.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685704673226111682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ha estat aquest mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distreta, amb el viatge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Barcelona, amb el Tram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo venia cap aqui !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No se dir on han pujat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però aqui, a Sant Feliu han baixat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una avia, els anys no se precisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb una dona , que a l'avia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;segur devia cuidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'avia amb cadira de rodes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una manta tapan-li las cames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;feia fred, aquelles hores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La meva vista distreta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per el Tram, anava passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de sobte, els meus ulls sant aturat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb l'avia i la dona, al seu costat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__El que he vist, ma fet tant mal !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que per el meu cor ha estat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la sentida de la punxa, de un punyal__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'avia, entre els seus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ una nina amb les cames tapadas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com ella, portava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb la mirada perduda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de acariciar-li la cara no parava !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentre tot el seu afany, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eran els ulls de la nina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que amb un dit molt tremolós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ella els i obria, i tancava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Verge Santa, si això...a mi amb pot passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tot el meu cos, sense poder els ulls apartar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no ha deixat de tremolar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__De cop l'avia a la nina; prop dels llavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa posat acaronant-la, mig dormida ha quedat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quina era la seva expressió ?. Pura felicitat.__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llavors ja no he pogut mes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els meus ulls d'ella, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fent un gran esforç...he apartat !¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8922279314456773214?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8922279314456773214/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8922279314456773214' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2188310447958600099</id><published>2011-11-12T23:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T00:21:09.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  SON TAN  LLARGUES LAS NITS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c_JY51IsjE/Tr75X2CpyyI/AAAAAAAABBw/MYbJT0veork/s1600/DSCN1305.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/-1c_JY51IsjE/Tr75X2CpyyI/AAAAAAAABBw/MYbJT0veork/s400/DSCN1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674246768572353314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ En arribar la nit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es desperta el meu neguit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els fantasmes, de un passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no molt llunyà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;envaeixen el meu cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que jo pretenc, descansar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La foscor envaeix l'abitació,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el carrer tot es silenci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Se escolta de lluny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un infant, el plor__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ els meus ulls oberts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escodrinyant, la foscor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirant pam a pam, cada racó !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estic en un lloc estrany,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sola sense el meu company:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es un parany, que ma posat el desti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense saber jo, ni com ni quant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d'ell en podré sortir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les hores lentament van avançant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja comença a clarejà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ara son altres fantasmes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els que tinc, jo que afrontar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llavors penso...Si no has dormit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del campanar, les hores he...sentit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Perquè es tant llarga la nit ?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2188310447958600099?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2188310447958600099/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2188310447958600099' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2188310447958600099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2188310447958600099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/11/son-tan-llargues-las-nits.html' title='!¡  SON TAN  LLARGUES LAS NITS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1c_JY51IsjE/Tr75X2CpyyI/AAAAAAAABBw/MYbJT0veork/s72-c/DSCN1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5799815231905816047</id><published>2011-11-06T20:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T20:31:54.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERASACIONES CON MI GATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fNluuqbaE4/TrbbGD26t5I/AAAAAAAABBk/1YqhFPSQ8Gc/s1600/DSCN3416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fNluuqbaE4/TrbbGD26t5I/AAAAAAAABBk/1YqhFPSQ8Gc/s400/DSCN3416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671961677881063314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No creo que hoy sea un buen dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para con Whisky, conversar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de todas formas, voy a probar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky__le llamo,  puedes aqui venir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Por tres veces le he llamado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la cabeza ha levantado, ( en el carro de la compra)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se ha vuelto a dormir !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como queriendo decir, ¿tu no ves que esta lloviendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desde ayer que lo esta haciendo__ Dejame. quiero dormir__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Un dia saldras volando por el balcón, ya lo veras !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Para que quiero yo un gato, si no me quiere escuchar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hablaré conmigo misma...solo quiero comentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que las horas cuestan mucho de pasar...sin hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no se oye un ruido, solo un lento tictac...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que cada tictac, me dice __Voy contando hacia atras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mis oidos retumba una frase sin cesar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Es que nadie me encuentra a faltar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Los teléfonos mudos, dos dias pueden estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y hasta cuatro, que tonterias de preguntar__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo misma me pregunto y me respondo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es lo mejor en el...fondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5799815231905816047?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5799815231905816047/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5799815231905816047' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5799815231905816047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5799815231905816047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/11/converasaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='CONVERASACIONES CON MI GATO'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6fNluuqbaE4/TrbbGD26t5I/AAAAAAAABBk/1YqhFPSQ8Gc/s72-c/DSCN3416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-3424981352444730804</id><published>2011-10-31T18:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T18:58:50.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12 de octubre Dia del Pilar 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga3m0IGV2cI/Tq7cWBU11rI/AAAAAAAABBY/46j-1MhiH30/s1600/DSCN3516.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/-Ga3m0IGV2cI/Tq7cWBU11rI/AAAAAAAABBY/46j-1MhiH30/s400/DSCN3516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669711251777115826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 Meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12 Días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿  Que porqué elegi este dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para una vez mas intentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la reja del Cementerio pasar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Creo quien me dio la fuerza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fue mi madre en su Dia, Pilar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quantas veces, intente esta reja traspasar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todas las que lo intente, no podia ni un paso dar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño frente a vosotros nada os di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero con todas mis fuerzas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo pedi y pedi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Aqui teneis mis dos manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tirad muy fuerte de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me dejeis aqui a fuera &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pues nadie me quiere aqui !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiero estar entre vosotros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quiero dejar de sufrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Mas que importa lo que quiera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si mi momento es vivir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si...Vivir es estar sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin amigos, nadie cuidando de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni siquiera tengo, un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que me ayude a dormir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentro de todo cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una cosa comprendi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Aqui dentro ya no hay nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada que me acerque, a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vives solo en mi mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y vives dentro de mi !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Llegado mi momento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo se, con convencimiento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu vas a estar junto a mi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-3424981352444730804?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/3424981352444730804/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=3424981352444730804' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3424981352444730804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3424981352444730804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/12-de-octubre-dia-del-pilar-2011.html' title='12 de octubre Dia del Pilar 2011'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ga3m0IGV2cI/Tq7cWBU11rI/AAAAAAAABBY/46j-1MhiH30/s72-c/DSCN3516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2998924393980517508</id><published>2011-10-29T19:32:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T20:16:50.503+02:00</updated><title type='text'>CARBASSES, BRUIXES, MONSTRES.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CoxuxENYS0/Tqw49NOkdgI/AAAAAAAABBM/h9oatv52e8M/s1600/DSCN2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CoxuxENYS0/Tqw49NOkdgI/AAAAAAAABBM/h9oatv52e8M/s400/DSCN2139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668968655126558210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOT SANTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es aquesta la Festa de Tots Sants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be jo em creia, que en aquest Dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Recordàvem ( els mai oblidats )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ja no estan, al nostre costat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es la nostre Tradició en aquest dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Cementiri anar a visitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flors i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;llantions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; posar, i mes que mai Resar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Els postres de la diada, una gran castanyada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Panellets i vi bo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;moniatos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, al forn torrats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que abans ( de dintre eren blancs i ara...rosats )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantes coses han &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cambiat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quantes coses han passat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I les que ens falten passar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;això&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ens ho dirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De moment any darrera, any ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Carabasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bruixàs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, monstres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es van &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imposat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les Festes d'altres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Països&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crec que ens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;invadiran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja tenim, el Dia dels Enamorats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El " Papa Noel "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( No mes de Festes jo parlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altres &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;temes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jo els guardo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diuen del caràcter català&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Som molt Nostres__ I no es &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;deixem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Trepitjar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ostes vindran que de casa ens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;treuran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La meva mare tenia costum de dir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentre escric un somriure , tot pensant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si ella ara fos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,  !¡ Que li podria jo dir ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2998924393980517508?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2998924393980517508/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2998924393980517508' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2998924393980517508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2998924393980517508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/carbasses-bruixes-monstres.html' title='CARBASSES, BRUIXES, MONSTRES.....'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7CoxuxENYS0/Tqw49NOkdgI/AAAAAAAABBM/h9oatv52e8M/s72-c/DSCN2139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7383783793307736561</id><published>2011-10-24T21:18:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:41:11.161+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TRES ANYS COM UN TEST, SENSE ARRELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NXsx0nL-_k/TqW6S6ixT4I/AAAAAAAABBA/3bejOkLb26E/s1600/DSCF1153.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/-7NXsx0nL-_k/TqW6S6ixT4I/AAAAAAAABBA/3bejOkLb26E/s400/DSCF1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667140540231143298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Avui just, aquesta hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del meu pis han van fer fora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tres anys, que el meu cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encara plora!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos anys i cuatre mesos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'Antonio, va marxar abans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant jo encara sentia, del seu cos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada plec, a les meves mans;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tres anys que un advocat, em va dir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Tens que marxar, avui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Millor encara si fos, ahir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Et vol portar a Judici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vols un altre perjudici?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ les claus jo, vaig donar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ mes de quaranta anys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al darrera vaig deixar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El test es va buidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fins las arrels, van arrancar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com una roda, vaig començar a rodar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un lloc a un altre, amb vertigen sens parar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Parlant sempre de un jardí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa acostuma a dir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si una planta , es trasplanta!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un test vell a un altra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encara que el test, fos de fang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ho ara sigui de platí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es ven segur, que la planta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es deixara....Morir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7383783793307736561?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7383783793307736561/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7383783793307736561' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7383783793307736561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7383783793307736561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/tres-anys-com-un-test-sense-arrels.html' title='TRES ANYS COM UN TEST, SENSE ARRELS'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7NXsx0nL-_k/TqW6S6ixT4I/AAAAAAAABBA/3bejOkLb26E/s72-c/DSCF1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5444108190092030</id><published>2011-10-23T11:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T13:04:18.905+02:00</updated><title type='text'>FESTAS  DE TARDOR  2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xDwvkojfxI/TqPnEhwok-I/AAAAAAAABAo/2ka6GDYBAmM/s1600/DSCN3591.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/-2xDwvkojfxI/TqPnEhwok-I/AAAAAAAABAo/2ka6GDYBAmM/s400/DSCN3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666626821130064866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segueixo pensant avui, igual com ahir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ho quant la nostre, Festa Major Petita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb Festa Gran, es convertir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soc una dona pesada, d'acort però cansada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Any, darrera any haber de dir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la Festa aquesta...no es per mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segueixo aquesta dita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Si una cosa, no t'agrada massa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es senzill, queda't a casa !¡ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Integrarme he intentat, any rere any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però soc persona gran,  per mi tot es estrany:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La primera, ensopegada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja la tinc amb el Patrò, cada vegada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__No es Sant LLorenç el Patrò de Sant Feliu ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè ens em d'empenyar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per Sant Rarimi, la Gran Festa celebrar ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflexiono amb llenguatge, del Segle XXI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per favor...Sense voler ofendre a ningú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Sant LLorenç, l'amo del tros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Sant Rarimi, es el seu secretari, per mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ I la Verge del Pilar?, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Missa de 8 del vespre, qui la vulgui Celebrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Festa de la Tardor, els joves si ho tenen clar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Colles, Diables, Seguissis...l'encesa del Campanar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diu que ha joves, i minyons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No els prometis, si no els dons !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__I tant com se'ls ha donat__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Nostre Festa Major....de data ha cambiat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Nostre Patrò potser ara...Copatrò ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Els petits res ja no saben, de la nostra tradició&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb parades de joguines,  arribant fins l'estacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigui com sigui, aixo mai tornará a cambiar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com el que pensa una dona, que amb la ma al cor sent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que a ningú. li pot interesar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni el que pensi, si m'agrada, o si amb deixa d'agradar..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5444108190092030?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5444108190092030/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5444108190092030' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5444108190092030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5444108190092030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/festas-de-tardor-2011.html' title='FESTAS  DE TARDOR  2011'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2xDwvkojfxI/TqPnEhwok-I/AAAAAAAABAo/2ka6GDYBAmM/s72-c/DSCN3591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7907691785334086806</id><published>2011-10-22T07:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:53:06.368+02:00</updated><title type='text'>COM RECORDO A JOSEP LEAL (TRISTESA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBgT_jONxRM/TqJW19kMr6I/AAAAAAAABAc/m6bLW9Z2-K0/s1600/DSCN1204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBgT_jONxRM/TqJW19kMr6I/AAAAAAAABAc/m6bLW9Z2-K0/s400/DSCN1204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666186766244949922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Josep, avui te perdut per sempre !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El que ara sento es&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dolor, tristor, __també &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incomprensió&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A casa jo vaig venir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant aquest mes, començava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he vingut altres, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vegades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si per el carrer, no et trobava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; al mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a casa jo et trucava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la porta, tu amb vas obrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però em vas nega la entrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb vas dir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, estic molt be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fent una mitja &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;rialla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo vaig marxar, preocupada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensant, que a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;veurat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ja no tornava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;això&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ningú, ho va dir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;així&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, jo ho vaig pressentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada gest, teu cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paraula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era un llibre, obert per mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però no vaig comptar, que el Destí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; en tenia, una guardada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El dia del teu Traspàs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;també&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ingressada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sento tant vuit el meu cap:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avui en el teu, Comiat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tampoc era al teu costat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEP&lt;/span&gt;, quant trobaré a faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;les teves paraules arreu,  de mi comentar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; on la veieu, tan gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada cop que als meus braços la agafava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o a les cames,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;sestava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes de un cop, era &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;sagú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo en rebia, una "mullada"?.__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es cert que a casa vostre, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes que a la meva jo estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tota, la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;família&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; era la nena mimada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JOSEP&lt;/span&gt;, estic segura que al Cel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja un Estel que fa uns anys que t'espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En arribar la teva Hora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Descansa amb Pau, junt a ...Ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7907691785334086806?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7907691785334086806/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7907691785334086806' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7907691785334086806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7907691785334086806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/com-recordo-josep-leal-tristesa.html' title='COM RECORDO A JOSEP LEAL (TRISTESA)'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jBgT_jONxRM/TqJW19kMr6I/AAAAAAAABAc/m6bLW9Z2-K0/s72-c/DSCN1204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-9148657904175003487</id><published>2011-10-09T09:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T09:33:50.471+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7by71oSwU/TpFH4hLxm6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eWXIzYqZgUg/s1600/DSCN3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7by71oSwU/TpFH4hLxm6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eWXIzYqZgUg/s400/DSCN3482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661385242887429026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EL REY SEGUN SE DICE DE LA SELVA, ES EL LEÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Yo no vivo en la selva ni tengo leones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero tu Whisky, vives entre algodones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claro que es justo en este momento, comodo puedas estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al tener mi conversacion que aguantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero quiero que sepas, que al minuto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de nuestra converación, terminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como un rayo, tu sitio tendras que dejar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu sabes que esta noche, como otras no he podido dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;justo fue anoche cuando esta frase leí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___La Felicidad tambien puede estar en dejarse ir ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Dejarse ir ? ¿hacia donde ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si tu cabeza presa de sentimientos, no los deja salir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soy egoista, lo se pero no lo puedo remediar__Necesito hablar__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y eres tu el que me escucha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( A veces tambien sueles bostezar )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahora quiero decirte, que me vuelven a ingresar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  seguro que te lo he dicho, que mas da si no vas a contestar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizas ahora la frase, la que anoche leí, pueda aplicar en mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___La Felicidad puede estar en dejarse ir ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que al ponerme los sueros , otra vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pueda yo dormir, dormir, y dormir......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___Si me guardas el secreto te diré ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que no dejo de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizas mi Felicidad seria...no volver a despertar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-9148657904175003487?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/9148657904175003487/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=9148657904175003487' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/9148657904175003487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/9148657904175003487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sw7by71oSwU/TpFH4hLxm6I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/eWXIzYqZgUg/s72-c/DSCN3482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4634463658414225536</id><published>2011-10-01T20:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:15:49.880+02:00</updated><title type='text'>1 D'OCTUBRE 1911 ____ 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vGH4fy6eLs/TodiEGx0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/LvZn2P2oK7c/s1600/DSCN0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vGH4fy6eLs/TodiEGx0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/LvZn2P2oK7c/s400/DSCN0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658599279492858258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡  Tant sols 100 anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hauria fet avui la nostre Mare !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El dia 1 de juny d'enguany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha fet 8 anys, que amb un llit del Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanca per sempre, els seus ulls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant al cel ja clarejava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant les mares marxem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es llavors que els fills, ens adonem;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del inmens tresor, que perdem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encara que grans, nosaltres també,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quants voldríem, que en arribar la nit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tot arreglant, la roba del nostre llit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entres a la habitació&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per reviure dels seus llavis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el tant anyorat...petò;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama no li puc dir, Per Molts Anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb data, tant senyalada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni la rosa te ... perfum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Però el meu cor es portador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de las paraules, mes dolces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que surten, de la Oració !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4634463658414225536?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4634463658414225536/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4634463658414225536' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4634463658414225536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4634463658414225536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/10/1-doctubre-1911-2011.html' title='1 D&apos;OCTUBRE 1911 ____ 2011'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--vGH4fy6eLs/TodiEGx0AZI/AAAAAAAAA_I/LvZn2P2oK7c/s72-c/DSCN0492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8897853237915656493</id><published>2011-09-23T23:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:36:10.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  TARDOR   !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHZ2b69U5pw/Tnz2wMa4mwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Yb5345KcqY4/s1600/DSCN3295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHZ2b69U5pw/Tnz2wMa4mwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Yb5345KcqY4/s400/DSCN3295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655666539898641154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tardor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; es una pila de fulles seques al terra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè no? Pot ser un raonament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meteoròlogicament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes el meu pensament va mes enllà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;traduit al ser humà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Tardor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; la comencem a tenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el moment dels nostres ulls a la vida obrir !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Tardor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; la sentim quan, Pares, Fills; Germans, Companys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com fulles seques, del arbre de la vida ens van deixant !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Tardor es,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perdre Olors, Sabors, Colors, Dormitar i no Parlar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Tardor es.....Plorar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8897853237915656493?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8897853237915656493/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8897853237915656493' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8897853237915656493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8897853237915656493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/09/tardor.html' title='!¡  TARDOR   !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GHZ2b69U5pw/Tnz2wMa4mwI/AAAAAAAAA-4/Yb5345KcqY4/s72-c/DSCN3295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4058617636998392156</id><published>2011-09-18T12:29:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T12:50:19.635+02:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ES QUE YA ESTE CAZANDO MOSCAS !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoJD3V5SQng/TnXI4N1V19I/AAAAAAAAA-o/399-YirJSJE/s1600/Montserrat%2Bdiumenge%2B4-9-2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoJD3V5SQng/TnXI4N1V19I/AAAAAAAAA-o/399-YirJSJE/s400/Montserrat%2Bdiumenge%2B4-9-2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653645775345145810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De estos bichos saque fotografia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando dar, una pequeña alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a una persona, a la cual, no dan asco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿No es verdad, Groucho Maniaco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi Blog deja el,  a menudo, su comentario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no le conozco, pero si algo escribo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo "confieso" miro mi blog a diario, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo por ver... su comentario;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es Sutil, ¿es poeta? Da en el punto necesario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre en qualquier, comentario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Me conoce, me consta, lo intuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a su favor, me gana por un punto!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Groucho, prefiero no conocerte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni saber quien eres, ni...como te llamas ?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigue estando detras de tu personaje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solamente, te digo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gracias por ser mi amigo !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4058617636998392156?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4058617636998392156/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4058617636998392156' title='5 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4058617636998392156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4058617636998392156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/09/no-es-que-ya-este-cazando-moscas.html' title='NO ES QUE YA ESTE CAZANDO MOSCAS !!!!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoJD3V5SQng/TnXI4N1V19I/AAAAAAAAA-o/399-YirJSJE/s72-c/Montserrat%2Bdiumenge%2B4-9-2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1580047240668490685</id><published>2011-09-13T18:41:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T19:28:45.060+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  LOLA  !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LClIAGq_jwg/Tm-J8GyV-mI/AAAAAAAAA-g/g4za1fRaGKE/s1600/DSCN3406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LClIAGq_jwg/Tm-J8GyV-mI/AAAAAAAAA-g/g4za1fRaGKE/s400/DSCN3406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651887723080186466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOLA, això es tant sols un petit escrit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dien el que et voldria haber dit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Tota la vida ens em vist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nostre amistat, no te data&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha estat una amistat, maca !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les dues, embarassades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anat a fer;  passejades;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no varem ser soles,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al meys, sis que vam caure a la vegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;totes amigues, que si un dia ens ajuntàvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de riura, mai no paràvem !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostra amistat, ha tingut continuïtat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al tenir tu en Joan, al tenir jo en Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;des de el bressol, amics han anat pujant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avui els dos, ja son homes, s'estimen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i es segueixen retrobant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola, !¡ Com a tu, jo t'estimat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com t'estimo, encara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com et seguirè estimant !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Tantes coses, no te dit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al llarg de tots, aquets anys;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al posarem la ma, al pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sento un dolor, tant...gran !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquesta nit li passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;constantment, preguntant?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Perquè no anaves a ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si passaves pel devant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè sols, una trucada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ara el 15, en arribar el seu Sant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè la vida, ens fa corre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense parar un instant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè dins,  una caixa de fusta on estàs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tinc que venir-te a acomiadar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabent; que el meu cor avui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les llagrimes, l'an de...ofegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOLA, QUE ACS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1580047240668490685?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1580047240668490685/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1580047240668490685' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1580047240668490685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1580047240668490685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/09/lola.html' title='!!  LOLA  !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LClIAGq_jwg/Tm-J8GyV-mI/AAAAAAAAA-g/g4za1fRaGKE/s72-c/DSCN3406.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6906975671331351224</id><published>2011-09-07T21:37:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T22:03:57.080+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enNGfaAFYy0/TmfJahHbNEI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mo2NraM8DOc/s1600/DSCN3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enNGfaAFYy0/TmfJahHbNEI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mo2NraM8DOc/s400/DSCN3348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649705714962871362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comversación con mi gato, ¿pero sin su retrato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su conversación con el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el tema es, sobre un pastel;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayer, que NO hoy, 65 años cumpli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky, puedo decirte mil veces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que hay algo que me duela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero el no soplar ni una ...Vela;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayer que NO hoy,  dia de mi Aniversario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encima cuando es, mi mayoria de edad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el Acontecimiento, a celebrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni Pastel, ni Vela que Soplar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay una persona, que esto leerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jamas me hace un comentario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero se que pensará, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Esta mujer, me fastidia a mas no poder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me fastidia de ella, lo negativa que puede llegar a ser !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky, me mira y en sus ojos puedo leer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ dejate ya de pamplinas, que lo que quiero es comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a quien le puede importar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Si has tenido o no,  pastel y velas para soplar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Me quedo al gato mirando, pensando;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu jamas lo entenderás. Ni con la edad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo amarga que es, la...SOLEDAD !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6906975671331351224?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6906975671331351224/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6906975671331351224' title='4 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6906975671331351224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6906975671331351224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/09/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-enNGfaAFYy0/TmfJahHbNEI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/mo2NraM8DOc/s72-c/DSCN3348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5331239310390563010</id><published>2011-08-30T18:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:36:38.231+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ JOVES PEREGRINS AMB CAMI A MADRID !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLZS5HfZI4/Tl0WIoqXHkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/L5locAHGqZo/s1600/misa%2Bperegrins%2Balemanys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLZS5HfZI4/Tl0WIoqXHkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/L5locAHGqZo/s400/misa%2Bperegrins%2Balemanys1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646693845402328642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De veritat ha estat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Preciós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; aquests dies d'agost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el tenir a la Ciutat, al joves peregrins Alemanys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Seva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; companyia em gaudit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb el seu pas, per &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;veura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; al Sant Pare a Madrid !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voldria la meva vicio,  donar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la Missa que van Celebrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquella joventut, alegre. neta amb els seus cants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;també&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, sovint picant de mans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crec que una &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lliçó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; van donar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a nosaltres els mes grans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;subint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, que el joves avui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la majoria no tenen valors  importants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no ho puc pas dir, dels que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; varen venir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aplaudiments van dedicar, al &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, Alcalde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan en Alemany, des de  L'Altar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unes paraules, els dedicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van ser educats, al no para de ser fotografiats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Van &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;col·laborar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, quan una gran rotllana van formar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al ensenyar, com la nostra &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;dansa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, la sardana,  es ballar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com crec que val la pena, lo passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquests dies a la nostre Ciutat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Collage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " de aficionat.....per mostra , he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Montat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5331239310390563010?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5331239310390563010/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5331239310390563010' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5331239310390563010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5331239310390563010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/08/joves-peregrins-amb-cami-madrid.html' title='!¡ JOVES PEREGRINS AMB CAMI A MADRID !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cnLZS5HfZI4/Tl0WIoqXHkI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/L5locAHGqZo/s72-c/misa%2Bperegrins%2Balemanys1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8394424645240078749</id><published>2011-08-29T19:04:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T20:33:06.822+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!! FESTA MAJOR SANT LLORENÇ 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGLeHMgIFGE/TlvIRKAkPbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/RK686voUKXw/s1600/habaneras%252Crom%252Calcalde%252Csant%2Blloren%25C3%25A7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGLeHMgIFGE/TlvIRKAkPbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/RK686voUKXw/s400/habaneras%252Crom%252Calcalde%252Csant%2Blloren%25C3%25A7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646326754909109682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Soc una persona, que Any, darrera Any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;demano al Nostre Ajuntament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la Festa Major d'agost no sigui un &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;parany&lt;/span&gt;!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Com ara... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Festes&lt;/span&gt; D'agost __ NO, no Senyors __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la Festa D'agost, del 10 D'agost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es la Festa Major de Sant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Llorenç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Patró&lt;/span&gt; de tots, els &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Santfeliuencs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'altre la de Octubre, es la Festa Major Petita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Festa per Honrar, a Sant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rerimi&lt;/span&gt; el nostre &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Coopatro&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que perquè explico tot això?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dons al anar cada any jo, a reivindicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la nostre Festa Major, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la resposta de L'alcaldia, amb tota la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Corporació&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;era clara i contundent;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al Agost no i a Festa Major, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;senzillament&lt;/span&gt; __ no i a gent __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I amb un Ple de fa..........Anys al Octubre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es va votar, la Festa Major &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;traslladar&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ jo he preguntat, es Sant Feliu la &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; Ciutat a cas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la gent en el mes d'agost,  tota a marxat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;també&lt;/span&gt; queda  buit,  tot el &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;baix&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;LLobregat&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si mirem al nostre voltant, cada Poble. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la Festa Major al Agost, continuen Celebrant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;També&lt;/span&gt; he pogut fer constar, que el mes D'octubre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per una &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;raó&lt;/span&gt; de pes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;degut&lt;/span&gt; al mal temps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes de un acte sa sospès, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ He nascut a Sant Feliu, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;enyoro&lt;/span&gt; el caliu i les tradicions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i per un munt de raons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;les gracies jo vull donar, al Consistori amb Ple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i al Cap de tots, Al &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Sr&lt;/span&gt;. Alcalde en Jordi San &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;José&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don com cada any al anar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;jo&lt;/span&gt; a preguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el 10 d'agost, aquest Any com es &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dirà&lt;/span&gt; ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Lolita&lt;/span&gt; deixat de preocupar__( a la gent gran ens acostuma a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;passar&lt;/span&gt; )__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 D'AGOST, FESTA MAJOR DE SANT LLORENÇ.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SERÀ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8394424645240078749?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8394424645240078749/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8394424645240078749' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8394424645240078749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8394424645240078749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/08/festa-major-sant-llorenc-2011.html' title='!! FESTA MAJOR SANT LLORENÇ 2011'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JGLeHMgIFGE/TlvIRKAkPbI/AAAAAAAAA-I/RK686voUKXw/s72-c/habaneras%252Crom%252Calcalde%252Csant%2Blloren%25C3%25A7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8018933633753250975</id><published>2011-08-25T19:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T19:43:38.752+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MI CORAZÓN VACIO, COMO NUESTRA HABITACIÓN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdQp2Wyil5k/TlaFAaDFuVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/L8UyCLood7I/s1600/DSCF1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdQp2Wyil5k/TlaFAaDFuVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/L8UyCLood7I/s400/DSCF1165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644845424994269522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;39 Aniversario de boda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 de agosto de 1972, las 18 horas de una tarde de tormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entrando yo en la Iglesia, del brazo de mi padre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orgullosa. Radiante, incluso me senti guapa, mas que todo muy contenta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al pie del Altar Tú me esperabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alargando tu mano, la mia con fuerza sujetabas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi vida de soltera, en el brazo de mi padre se quedaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño, ¿Acaso fue la tormenta de este dia 2 de agosto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la que nos mostraba todo lo que el destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en los años vividos juntos ¿nos aguardaba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No boy a entrar hoy en cosas del Destino;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero si puedo decir como me siento, con tino:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desde este mismo instante, que tu ya no estas conmigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mayor, Cansada, Sola, Vacia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como nuestra habitación que dejamos, vacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y llenamos de amor mas de un...Dia !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8018933633753250975?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8018933633753250975/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8018933633753250975' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8018933633753250975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8018933633753250975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/08/mi-corazon-vacio-como-nuestra.html' title='MI CORAZÓN VACIO, COMO NUESTRA HABITACIÓN'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdQp2Wyil5k/TlaFAaDFuVI/AAAAAAAAA-A/L8UyCLood7I/s72-c/DSCF1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1346517415380541514</id><published>2011-08-24T22:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T22:40:24.766+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ QUE GRANDE, SER JOVEN !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHDdJaeODa4/TlVbc9zOhmI/AAAAAAAAA94/odpuFMkbsgM/s1600/DSCN3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHDdJaeODa4/TlVbc9zOhmI/AAAAAAAAA94/odpuFMkbsgM/s400/DSCN3136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644518261162673762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La ventaja de tener " cierta edad "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es que no te avergüenzas, de (casi) o nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y este es el motivo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tener yo mi pierna izquierda...vendada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Fue sabado por la tarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al Casal de Joves, fuimos de parranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juventud, musica, juegos de Ellos era su semana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una chica marroqui, con Hena te tatuaba !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De ella con su destreza, yo quede admirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ni corta ni perezosa) en la cola, yo esperaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para hacerme un tatuaje, que mucho a mi me gustaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De pronto quien iba a imaginar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que 90 Kilos de hombre, como una mole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi espalda, fue a parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el chico, su mochila y Lolita...pues por el suelo a rodar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y encima para despues escuchar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las palabras de mi hijo que no las boy a olvidar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;____Mama:  a qui se li acut anar al Casal de Joves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;veuras el que et diran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tens que anar al Casal però, al Casal de la Gent Grannnnnn____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y piensas__ es verdad , tiene razón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero creo que a todos, un poquito a veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nos engaña el ... Corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1346517415380541514?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1346517415380541514/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1346517415380541514' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1346517415380541514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1346517415380541514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/08/que-grande-ser-joven.html' title='!¡ QUE GRANDE, SER JOVEN !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oHDdJaeODa4/TlVbc9zOhmI/AAAAAAAAA94/odpuFMkbsgM/s72-c/DSCN3136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5777908567893883061</id><published>2011-08-23T19:10:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T19:38:07.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3xfmVYKO8k/TlPgDu6XxHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VrnhQKOusdA/s1600/DSCN3183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3xfmVYKO8k/TlPgDu6XxHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VrnhQKOusdA/s400/DSCN3183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644101112762451058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estando sentada y con mi pierna vendada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horas y horas del dia, pues andar yo no podia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando ¿que hacer?, cuando ni me apetecia leer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A mi alrededor__ Soledad __ sin nadie con quien hablar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ cuando de pronto Whisky, acude a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zalamero con los ojos, me pregunta ¿bueno y aqui que es lo que yo hago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿no tienes mi compañia? y el bigote se le pone rizado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;señal sin duda, de que esta muy endadado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es entonces cuando lo veo claro, como la luz del dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retomar mi bloc, yo deberia !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ dejarlo fue una tonteria __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero se que en el momento, escribir yo no podia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todo mi entorno, ha estado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completamente, ofuscado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para retomarlo, mas de cien soluciones he buscado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creo que al final, con una yo he dado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tendre que esperar, para ver el resultado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin duda__ tenia con mi gato, mucho antes haber conversado__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5777908567893883061?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5777908567893883061/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5777908567893883061' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5777908567893883061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5777908567893883061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/08/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D3xfmVYKO8k/TlPgDu6XxHI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VrnhQKOusdA/s72-c/DSCN3183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4601830349876158553</id><published>2011-06-30T23:03:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T23:18:55.852+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiT-gj4a0MA/TgzlabUh50I/AAAAAAAAA8A/g4j-Fm_hfMc/s1600/DSCN2728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MiT-gj4a0MA/TgzlabUh50I/AAAAAAAAA8A/g4j-Fm_hfMc/s400/DSCN2728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624122276852131650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He escogido este tema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El conversar con mi gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque al ser para mi una cosa divertida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sirva a partir de esta noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mi bloc, la despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no solo de mi bloc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es también mi ordenador&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi correo, mi fijo, mi movil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Que cosa mas divertida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;todas las cosas que llenan mi vida !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Que, que pasara con las conversaciones de mi gato?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con un lapiz y un papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguire, conversando con él.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4601830349876158553?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4601830349876158553/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4601830349876158553' title='5 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1378904512489499183</id><published>2011-06-25T16:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T17:43:21.255+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  LES MEVES COSES 1¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbK1IS0YZe0/TgX5fH3JERI/AAAAAAAAA7o/tfbAWngf-FI/s1600/DSCN2990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bbK1IS0YZe0/TgX5fH3JERI/AAAAAAAAA7o/tfbAWngf-FI/s400/DSCN2990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622174022923522322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡  LES MEVES COSES !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Aixi es diu el meu bloc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crec no enganya a ningú&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no obstant, demano disculpes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si la seva lectura molesta algú !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De fet disculpes tampoc se ve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;auria de demanar?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de que maig de disculpar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ de estar trista i plorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de aquestes 24 hores Que air, avui o dema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no tingui  amb qui parlar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O estar segura, que en  la meva persona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguna cosa, repucna ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i del meu costat san de apartar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ho sento ( i un altre cop amb torno a disculpar )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son Les meves coses, Aixo esta clar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__I aquestes persones que els molesta__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el meu to, i la tristor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO llegir Les meves coses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els fara sentir millor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La persona que ma apressi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penso que ma de acceptar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i tot sen bona la critica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No es millor el mirarem de ajudar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Aquesta paraula amiga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Aquesta trucada que mai no es fa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Aquesta estona per poder-me dedicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Aquesta rialle, dels meus llavis fer brollar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No seria molt millor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no deixar la meva actitud de criticar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O potser per ser com soc, tractarme de ignorar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO escric Les meves coses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per un Concurs yo guanya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es una manera mes de provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les meves ferides si les podre, aixi curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Alguna persona ha dit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita aquesta Auto estima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la tens que pujar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que bonic donar consells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si a tu res tan de costar__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I a força de ser pesada ho torno a repetir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que si algú el Bloc, no li agrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obligat NO ESTA A LLEGIR.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1378904512489499183?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1378904512489499183/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1378904512489499183' title='9 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1378904512489499183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1378904512489499183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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REBELDÍA !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIII, lo que siento es REBELDÍA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoy a las 9 de la mañana fue el dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en donde quiera que, que estes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tranquilo, tu ya quedaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Y como a mi me dejaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy egoista, decir esto no deberia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y para poder pagarlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  SOLO TENGO REBELDÍA !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7269228027003066900?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7269228027003066900/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7269228027003066900' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7269228027003066900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7269228027003066900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/06/rebeldia.html' title='!!  REBELDÍA !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2279923825957249067</id><published>2011-06-18T18:02:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:35:24.836+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7KXnhjdkpI/TfzNNroKEaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sy7OvtxoPZw/s1600/DSCN3011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7KXnhjdkpI/TfzNNroKEaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sy7OvtxoPZw/s400/DSCN3011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619592069984686498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡  Nooooo, para nada es lo que parece !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Whisky, los oidos cos sus patas se ha tapado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero no es por nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que yo le haya dicho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que a el no le ha gustado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por una vez, estamos de acuerdo los dos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;su gesto es por los Petardos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ni el ni yo, podemos soportarlos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Bueno... alguna cosa si le he hablado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero doy mi palabra que el no ha replicado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky siempre he pensado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se lo decia a el, que estaba a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que los Petardos tan fuertes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tendrian que prohibirlos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miro hacia el, y con sus patas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asi estaba, Tapandose los...oidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__por una vez, los dos de acuerdo, hemos estado__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y las ventanas, yo he cerrado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2279923825957249067?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2279923825957249067/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2279923825957249067' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2279923825957249067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2279923825957249067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/06/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K7KXnhjdkpI/TfzNNroKEaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/sy7OvtxoPZw/s72-c/DSCN3011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1492094992688385695</id><published>2011-06-12T12:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:07:54.526+02:00</updated><title type='text'>13 DE JUNIO, 23 DE JUNIO, HERIDAS ABIERTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Ewynr0V0I/TfSUM2kgDDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FsKAn9fQjck/s1600/antonia%2Bpelo%2B232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Ewynr0V0I/TfSUM2kgDDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FsKAn9fQjck/s400/antonia%2Bpelo%2B232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617277583765802034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Cariño: otra vez la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me pone delante, el número 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que amargo, para mi es;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ San Antonio, en el 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te fuiste, el 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el Hospital estabas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacia ya mas de un mes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni siquiera pudimos gozar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tus últimos dias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solos poder estar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__¿ Cinco Años ?__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No puede ser , estoy soñando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tú te fuiste ayer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No pueden ser cinco años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hay Herida, que en este tiempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No haya empezado, a curar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y la mia, te aseguro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No ha dejado de sangrar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ayer mismo, dispuesta estaba yo a entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde un dia te deje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tú me viste marchar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y es que tengo, tantas cosas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que yo te quiero contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te lo puedo jurar, con el pie en la cancela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de alli no pude pasar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ que las heridas se curan ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te digo que no es verdad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que cuanto más tiempo pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;más yo te encuentro, a faltar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues la herida que dejaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie me ayuda, a cerrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y necesito tu mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para poder descansar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y necesito, tus hombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para mi cabeza en ellos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poderla yo, apoyar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De desengañarme,  tengo ya de una vez,  yo tratar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues viviendo, en un engaño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ La Herida no ha de curar __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Que ahora son cinco años ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ lo que sea ha de pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizas hoy, quizas mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me vuelva a despertar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1492094992688385695?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1492094992688385695/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1492094992688385695' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1492094992688385695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1492094992688385695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/06/13-de-junio-23-de-junio-heridas.html' title='13 DE JUNIO, 23 DE JUNIO, HERIDAS ABIERTAS'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-W7Ewynr0V0I/TfSUM2kgDDI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/FsKAn9fQjck/s72-c/antonia%2Bpelo%2B232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1341266280119974672</id><published>2011-05-29T19:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:34:37.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  DUDAS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9munPsQwq1o/TeJ_wYOSJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/3jdYadBLhKY/s1600/DSCN2946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9munPsQwq1o/TeJ_wYOSJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/3jdYadBLhKY/s400/DSCN2946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612188554769868770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Buscando alguna cosa mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre encuentro, alguna fotografia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la de hoy, yo no dejo de mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Por que motivo !¡ la he tenido que encontrar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desde esta mañana no dejo, de preguntarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Soy yo en verdad? y no dejo de angustiarme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿He tenido yo alguna vez 24 años?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿He tenido yo alguna vez, esta sonrisa en mis labios?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Me he sentido asi querida, en el pasar de los años?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Dudas !¡ he de tener, es imposible que yo pueda ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO !¡ NO !¡, puedo ser yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Esta es otra chica, que a Andalucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en un mes de Agosto, su chico llevó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ A la familia de el conoció,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al año siguiente el 2 de Agosto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con ella...se casó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y ya no tengo dudas !¡ ¿Como podia ser yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1341266280119974672?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1341266280119974672/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1341266280119974672' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1341266280119974672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1341266280119974672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/05/dudas.html' title='!¡  DUDAS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9munPsQwq1o/TeJ_wYOSJ-I/AAAAAAAAA6w/3jdYadBLhKY/s72-c/DSCN2946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5920420633666667806</id><published>2011-05-14T22:58:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T23:27:51.894+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ UN DISSABTE QUANSEVOL !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIsefTCkRI0/Tc7tfUVFu8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/A9UsxJsDcWg/s1600/DSCN2909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIsefTCkRI0/Tc7tfUVFu8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/A9UsxJsDcWg/s400/DSCN2909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606679708411739074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Dissabte tarda, de un Dissabte qualsevol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb un matí, radiant de Sol !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè, sempre perquè, sempre la mateixa pregunta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquesta tristor, sento jo?????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La gola seca, el cor fort batega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L'angoixa, fa que en els meus polsos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al senti jo bategà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La situació tantes vegades, viscuda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per a mi ja es coneguda, Però ho tinc que fer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tinc que sortir al carrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos minuts mes, i ma ofegaré !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Asseguda en un banc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al meu cap al cel, va mirant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puc apartá la vista, Es va ennuvolant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les orenetes, baixes van revoltant__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Comença a ploure, del banc no amb puc moure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanco els ulls, I amb la olor, a terra mullada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per uns moments, desitjo estar amortallada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La pluja es va animant, tranquil-lament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per fi, del banc jo vaig marxant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En el camí fins a casa, tota jo estic mullada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estic cansada, però relaxada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potser massa relaxada????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Amb poso a escriure, !¡ Se que i trobaré consol !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Res no te cap importancia, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es tant sols la tarda, de un Dissabte...de un Dissabte qualsevol...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5920420633666667806?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5920420633666667806/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5920420633666667806' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5920420633666667806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5920420633666667806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-dissabte-quansevol.html' title='!¡ UN DISSABTE QUANSEVOL !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIsefTCkRI0/Tc7tfUVFu8I/AAAAAAAAA6o/A9UsxJsDcWg/s72-c/DSCN2909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-630279312978232066</id><published>2011-05-10T21:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T22:37:25.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  A UN BON AMIC,  JOAN NICOLAU  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYgaosr43k/TcmVR2j1R5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/snaz34XpRoA/s1600/rosas%2Bmayo%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYgaosr43k/TcmVR2j1R5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/snaz34XpRoA/s400/rosas%2Bmayo%2B2011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605175345175414674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Joan, mas vist néixer, créixer...fer-me gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan amb veus, set veu content,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encara que vagis, amb altre gent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La nostre amistat, no es pas d'ara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni del any passat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve dels nostres pares, que ja eren companys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i amb la ma al cor, et diré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no sé, quans anys deu fer !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Del meu germà Antonio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el teu pare, era el Padrí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però sense ser oficial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;també o era de mi !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__El Padrinet, jo li deia i així jo l'estimava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;també es veritat, que sent " jo quitxalla "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan amb veia. Las butxaques rebuscava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i alguna cosa, amb donava__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Diuen que qui viu de recors, viu dues vegades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes no crec,  aquesta dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recors, son coses passades !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ El Avui, es quant te vist__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orgullós, aquesta tarda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Acompanyant, a la Núria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per tanta gent, estimada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De la Nostra Ciutat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella en porta, el Cognom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i Cantant, o Recitant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb sa Veu tant Prodigiosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo també, amb sento Orgullosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant tu Joan, i del teu braç&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni recordo, les vegades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que heu vingut, els dos plegats !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una " Foto " us vaig, demanar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gustosos, veu acceptar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De la Festa de las Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era la Inauguració, i com no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plegats veu venir al Pregó:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La "foto" que jo us vaig fer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa de acompanyar, molt be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I un recull, de Roses he buscat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que envolti, vostre amistat, !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__No se fer fotos,  ni se fer versos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i es penós, el meu Catalá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es el que sent el meu cor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira l'historia, amb bons ulls, si et Plau;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El que dic, !¡ Es el que sento, Amic...JOAN NICOLAU  !!!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-630279312978232066?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/630279312978232066/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=630279312978232066' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/630279312978232066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/630279312978232066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-bon-amic-joan-nicolau.html' title='!¡  A UN BON AMIC,  JOAN NICOLAU  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLYgaosr43k/TcmVR2j1R5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/snaz34XpRoA/s72-c/rosas%2Bmayo%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1433009267188540489</id><published>2011-05-08T10:49:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:24:39.272+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPu8stjWYg/TcZae1inFiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhEhv-OpAbw/s1600/DSCN2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPu8stjWYg/TcZae1inFiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhEhv-OpAbw/s400/DSCN2885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604266272123983394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whisky tan tranquilo en el sofá &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el estaba dormido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo a su lado el Programa de la Fira leia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y en voz alta, le contaba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Sabes que fui al Auditorio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para el Pregon escuchar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero estando alli, en Antonio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no dejaba de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu no lo has conocido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;viniste a mi, cuando El, se habia ido !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cuantos recuerdos, te pueden traer las cosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi caso, nuestra Exposición de Rosas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo queda, en mis recuerdos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En dos horas para mi, se acabaron los Festejos !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y sigo hablando, creyendo que el,  me estaba escuchando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Más cuando a el yo...miro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sigue tranquilamente dormido !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Oye !¡ Acaso crees estar en casa de tu suegra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estirado panza arriba, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con tus  dos "Patitas tapandose las Orejitas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tiene delito, este...gato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero me fijo en un dato, que siempre. Oi decir del gato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Y ahora puedo dar Fe, que es cierto__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Duermen con un ojo...Abierto !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1433009267188540489?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1433009267188540489/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1433009267188540489' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1433009267188540489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1433009267188540489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/05/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ShPu8stjWYg/TcZae1inFiI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/qhEhv-OpAbw/s72-c/DSCN2885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8189090497273641961</id><published>2011-04-30T21:50:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:30:15.748+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  QUE ES EL QUE AMB PASSA ? !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqcqHHU8kwI/Tbxo_OT1hZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EBQul_qsPx0/s1600/Collages.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqcqHHU8kwI/Tbxo_OT1hZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EBQul_qsPx0/s400/Collages.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601467471924397458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Perquè aquesta tristor, dins meu sento jo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perquè tinc ficat al cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que ningú vol estar al meu costat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb refusen, ho he notat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ningú te temps, per escoltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per contestar, un correo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per deixar-te obrir el cor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per intentar de...explicar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El perquè les orenetes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tant amb fa veura volar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni el meu estat es commou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si el dia , surt amb Sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o be tot el dia Plou !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que no se.  de on trec la força.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veien avui, com demà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el mateix de cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Cada dia començà__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que es el que amb passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no amb deixo de preguntar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potser busco una ma, amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no això,  mai em passarà !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja no tinc, amics ni amigues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que amb deixin la seba ma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Però que es,  el que amb passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soc jo la que dec falla ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On es la meva alegria ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On es la rialle fresca ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On son els meus amics ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La tristesa, que ma ofega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tot ho espanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tinc Ràbia al meu Destí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita, que fas aquí?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Només trobo una resposta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S'esta tancat ja la porta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu,  gran, sola,  amb companyia de un gat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I et preguntes, el que et passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Voldries millor...Retrat ?????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8189090497273641961?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8189090497273641961/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8189090497273641961' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8189090497273641961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8189090497273641961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/04/que-es-el-que-amb-passa.html' title='!¡  QUE ES EL QUE AMB PASSA ? !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KqcqHHU8kwI/Tbxo_OT1hZI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/EBQul_qsPx0/s72-c/Collages.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6501075902115966894</id><published>2011-04-25T15:48:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T16:44:48.377+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cariño'/><title type='text'>!¡  REPITIENDOME PERO AHORA ROTA  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTWRfH2g9Jg/TbV8RX2CXHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0C3x-tCnhu0/s1600/DSCN2801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTWRfH2g9Jg/TbV8RX2CXHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0C3x-tCnhu0/s400/DSCN2801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599518349605362802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cariño, expreso en un papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo que a nuestro hijo diria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues no puedo hablar,  con el !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me repito, soy cansina, no lo piensa solo el&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando de mi soledad, yo hablo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me responden, igual que el,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y ahora si que repito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Concientemente, lo sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No hablando, pero pensando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando, como y que... estoy pasando !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensando en el, le diria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos añitos, el tendria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero hablar, hablaba bien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y era tal su desparpajo y simpatia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al preguntarle, todo el mundo se reia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Escolta Toni, tu no tens cap germanet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ No però tinc molts cosins __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una y otra vez, lo mismo el contestaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando alguien le preguntaba;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahora en el mes de junio 38 cumplirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y es por esto que lo escribo en el papel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De " Tants cosins " hoy ninguno ya ni  se acuerda de el,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cariño, debe ser lo mas normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues en terminos  de amigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi me sucede igual !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y me repito, otra vez al decir __ Que sola estoy __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Tu sola?, con la cantidad de amigas que tienes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigas? __ Y tengo que sonreir __ a quien llamaré amigas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A quien no he tenido ahora en Semana Santa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de ellas una visita, un correo, ni siquiera una llamada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A las que por ser Sant Jordi , La Diada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;completamente, yo sola por la Plaça paseaba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A las que ayer dia de Resurrección&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al igual que en Navidad, ni una palabra cariñosa de nadie pude escuchar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ O a los que hoy Lunes de Pascua... tan amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no han sabido de mi,  ni si tan solo  he comido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño y me vuelvo a repetir, por experiencias vividas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por tantas cosas pasadas REPITO PERO AHORA ROTA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hijo, Familia, y Amigas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me veo como una cortina de humo... Sin importar a ninguno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A ninguno, no solo a ti, que por crueldad  del Destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pronto hará ya cinco años,  que tu ya no estas AQUÍ !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6501075902115966894?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6501075902115966894/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6501075902115966894' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6501075902115966894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6501075902115966894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/04/repitiendome-pero-ahora-rota.html' title='!¡  REPITIENDOME PERO AHORA ROTA  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BTWRfH2g9Jg/TbV8RX2CXHI/AAAAAAAAA6I/0C3x-tCnhu0/s72-c/DSCN2801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7080832004086688854</id><published>2011-04-22T22:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T22:35:40.019+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0vhRZDsai8/TbHhge1r2tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/80RLT6lO7HM/s1600/DSCN2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0vhRZDsai8/TbHhge1r2tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/80RLT6lO7HM/s400/DSCN2769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598503759948536530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vewykYQQ_s/TbHhF8hzGPI/AAAAAAAAA54/n0-RirM94Gs/s1600/DSCN2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3vewykYQQ_s/TbHhF8hzGPI/AAAAAAAAA54/n0-RirM94Gs/s400/DSCN2380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598503304061720818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Hoy Viernes Santo en un 22 de Abril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( Nos lo dice un refrán en Abril aguas mil)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y el tiempo nos acompaña,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nublado, LLoviznando, y fresco en la mañana;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky, y yo solos en casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de silla, en silla, el todo el dia pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo poca cosa puedo hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues en boca de mi abuela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y de mi madre, después,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__El Viernes Santo no se debe ni barrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si barres en Viernes Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de hormigas tu casa, llenarás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y dificialmente, las sacarás !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cansada de verlo, con tanta "parsimonia",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky...grité, escucha... una historia te contaré,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y le he enseñado la Mona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Ves esta Mona de chocolate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El lunes la comeremos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como igualmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los dos solos estaremos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Pascua celebraremos !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cada dia estas...peor !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seguramente ha pensado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Comete tu el Chocolate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y a mi me das un filete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De un buen Pavo Braseado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7080832004086688854?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7080832004086688854/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7080832004086688854' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7080832004086688854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7080832004086688854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/04/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y0vhRZDsai8/TbHhge1r2tI/AAAAAAAAA6A/80RLT6lO7HM/s72-c/DSCN2769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4554409339268621930</id><published>2011-04-18T17:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:28:16.463+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ SETMANA SANTA 2011 !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ufEzyok-rM/TaxcquJqksI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JGZ4lLniVEY/s1600/virgen%2Bde%2Blos%2Bdolores%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ufEzyok-rM/TaxcquJqksI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JGZ4lLniVEY/s400/virgen%2Bde%2Blos%2Bdolores%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596950325927514818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERGE DELS DOLORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnGOYoYsXoc/TaxcjKVAZJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/xi8tDVfDaVA/s1600/virgen%2Bdolores%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 145px; height: 132px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JnGOYoYsXoc/TaxcjKVAZJI/AAAAAAAAA5o/xi8tDVfDaVA/s400/virgen%2Bdolores%2B3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596950196052321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avui un dia mes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sento que la tristesa ma envaeix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes no estic estranyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quasi be ja estic acostumada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El meu pensament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no reposa ni un moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;            Mes no per ser positiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;         De tot veig la par, negativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              Setmana Santa? Es de debò&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          A mi amb sembla, la Festa Major&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;              _Que la maleta, tinc que preparà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                      _ Una bona oferta, he tingut la sort de trobar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                      I no  sents d'altre cosa parlar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                        El primer desengany,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     El Diumenge de Rams,  ja el vaig tenir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     Al veure les Palmes de tots colors, tenyides,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                   Vermelles, Verdes, Roses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     Perquè han de camviar totes les coses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Una Imatge he buscat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     de la Verge dels Dolors i la he trobat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     El divendres va ser el meu Sant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                             I  el mes proper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     Ni Es recorda que va ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                   !¡  Es L'aniversari, el que sa de celebrà !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     Dit amb to tant despectiu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                              i alhora autoritari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                     Que el millor es no contestà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    Avui el dia ho he dit, es trist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    Potser amb sento gran i cansada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    De tanta cosa cambiada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    El Divendres Sant a casa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    No  podiem ni escombrà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    I el que feies, al sortir del Oficis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    Anar a la Pastisseria, i les Mones mirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    I així tenir-la  triada,  per fe-li al Padrí comprà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    Son Somnis de la infantesa?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                    Voldria jo tancà,  els ulls, i no torna a...Despertà&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4554409339268621930?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4554409339268621930/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4554409339268621930' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4554409339268621930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4554409339268621930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/04/setmana-santa-2011.html' title='!¡ SETMANA SANTA 2011 !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ufEzyok-rM/TaxcquJqksI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JGZ4lLniVEY/s72-c/virgen%2Bde%2Blos%2Bdolores%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4042609877077956094</id><published>2011-04-14T20:33:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T21:03:03.509+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  DIADA DE SANT JORDI  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmEnMEIpD_Q/Tac-IInuVGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xHspd15IOQ4/s1600/rosas%2Bcolores1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmEnMEIpD_Q/Tac-IInuVGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xHspd15IOQ4/s400/rosas%2Bcolores1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595509371505103970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Es tradició a Catalunya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Sant Jordi, celebrá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una Rosa, y un LLibre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enamorats i Amistats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es costum, Intercamviá !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La Rosa, va acompanyada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De una Senyera i una Espiga de Blat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Rosa L'amor, La Senyera El Patró,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I la Espiga de Blat, la Fertilitat...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ EL COLOR DE LES ROSES I EL SEU SIGNIFICAT !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA VERMELLA: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amor, Passió, Bellesa, Amistat, Respecte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA BLANCA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Innocència, Puresa, Eternitat, Amor Pur,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA ROSADA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confiança, Relació Suau, Admiració,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA TARONJA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entusiasme, Desix, Passió, Simpatia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA GROGA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Advertencia, Intenció Amagada, Alegria,  Satisfacció,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA BLAVA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Confiança, Reserva, Harmonia, Afecte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROSA NEGRA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Separació, Tristesa, Mor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ EL LLEGUATGE DE LES ROSES !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tocar una Rosa, amb els Llavis,  SIGNIFICA... SI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Treure-li un Pètal i Llençar-lo,   SIGNIFICA... NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4042609877077956094?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4042609877077956094/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4042609877077956094' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4042609877077956094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4042609877077956094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/04/diada-de-sant-jordi_14.html' title='!¡  DIADA DE SANT JORDI  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZmEnMEIpD_Q/Tac-IInuVGI/AAAAAAAAA4o/xHspd15IOQ4/s72-c/rosas%2Bcolores1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6438515147982536798</id><published>2011-04-07T00:23:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T00:51:19.280+02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ QUIEN SOPLARÁ   LAS  VELAS ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrMlKKkHbkM/TZzoX-Nq0rI/AAAAAAAAA3o/S4GVkDJL3lA/s1600/DSCN2767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrMlKKkHbkM/TZzoX-Nq0rI/AAAAAAAAA3o/S4GVkDJL3lA/s400/DSCN2767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592600335822279346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño:llevo dias sin dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando, y pensando en ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y en el dia de hoy,  ¿ que te puedo yo decir ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cumples hoy, 70 años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero amor, no estás aqui !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Se te pasará__Solo has de dejar el tiempo pasar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son  palabras de la gente,  tratandome de animar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es cierto, los meses, los años pasan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero los recuerdos...NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los recuerdos siguen vivos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es facil de comprobar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al intentar, mis ojos por un momento cerrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo y revivo, cada rasgo de tu cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada palmo de tu cuerpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no se va de mi recuerdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo y reviviré, eternemente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu último suspiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo diste placidamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Cuantas cosas, en este instante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me pasaron por la mente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuando todo terminado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y de la mano cogidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vino a buscarte, la muerte !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 de abril, en el Hospital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasaste tu último, aniversario&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;65 cumplias, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Las velas, las apagaste soplando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Quien soplará, las de hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las que yo, te he preparado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las que dicen que hoy seria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu 70 Aniversario...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6438515147982536798?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6438515147982536798/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6438515147982536798' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7901512402930454279</id><published>2011-04-03T12:40:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:29:39.133+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  REBUSCO EN MI CORAZÓN !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDsNkjy-1PY/TZhR83ZcIAI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BGSGMe89UKo/s1600/0-0-lolita%2B16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDsNkjy-1PY/TZhR83ZcIAI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BGSGMe89UKo/s400/0-0-lolita%2B16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591309043485122562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una   Vivencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una   experiencia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una   alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Una   Ilusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Tengo que buscar muy hondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi niñez, mi juventud,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ser madre a los 25,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mis alas se recortan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya al llegar, los 35 !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mi niñez: entre algodones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con algunos tropezones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matizaron sus colores !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mi juventud: en ella es donde viví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del mundo yo me reí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muchos complejos, senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muchos, pero los llevaba a cuestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin apenas darme cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amigos, muchos amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bailes, cine, ...Fiestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entrar, salir, reir, vivir, reir...Vivir !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Al casarme, la ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tal aguacero, aquel día caía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que del cielo, fue presagio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de lo que a mi corazón, vendría !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si pudiera yo borrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o con un soplo, quitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34 años vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soplaria, sin parar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aun llegando, a reventar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Como he podido aguantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Como he podido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Como he vivido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fingiendo que nada, iba a pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Estoy en la madurez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a un paso de la vejez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eres libre, se me dijo una vez;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me Mintieron !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Rebusco en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No encuentro en el , Ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño, ni Amistad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni por supuesto...Libertad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7901512402930454279?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HDsNkjy-1PY/TZhR83ZcIAI/AAAAAAAAA3g/BGSGMe89UKo/s72-c/0-0-lolita%2B16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4230094366598438955</id><published>2011-03-26T21:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:59:37.523+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ GRITO !¡   MAS NADIE ME ESCUCHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXAuRQyHHp4/TY5P-OPdHdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TmUMt5ClQrE/s1600/balcon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXAuRQyHHp4/TY5P-OPdHdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TmUMt5ClQrE/s400/balcon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588492118006767058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;BALCONES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Noche de Pesadillas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que lento, corre el reloj,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que lentas sus manecillas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando te pasas, la noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con los ojos, bien abiertos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando ver el dia !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y tanto , y tanto mirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la cabeza, al igual que una noria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te trae miles de cosas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guardadas en la memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y...Entonces ves los balcones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fijas tu mirada en ellos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y...piensas !¡ Si seria un momento !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un buen final para acabar, mi tormento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero he nacido, cobarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y cobarde sigo siendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__y aqui sigo con nauseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y un total, dasasosiego__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sin importar,  nada a nadie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si cierro mis ojos, escocidos y rojos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entre mis brumas, los veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;durmiendo todos, su tranquilo sueño !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4230094366598438955?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4230094366598438955/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4230094366598438955' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4230094366598438955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4230094366598438955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/03/grito-mas-nadie-me-escucha.html' title='!¡ GRITO !¡   MAS NADIE ME ESCUCHA'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vXAuRQyHHp4/TY5P-OPdHdI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/TmUMt5ClQrE/s72-c/balcon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1058378162456599659</id><published>2011-03-21T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T19:09:32.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtFzR46uL8s/TYeQcPYQnEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9Nmx7hInB2s/s1600/DSCN2714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtFzR46uL8s/TYeQcPYQnEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9Nmx7hInB2s/s400/DSCN2714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586592677615410242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ CORAZÓN DE PIEDRA !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky: le pregunte, esta mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mientras yo el café tomaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el justo, a mi lado estaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Tu sabes lo que hay que hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que una piedra, en lugar de corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pueda yo tener?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Crees que con el has de nacer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Es algo que en la vida hay que aprender?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿O quizas pienses, mejor no te esfuerces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como una piedra? Tu jamas lo vas a tener !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo me empeño, en hacerle comprender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que las heridas, en hechos,  en palabras, en silencios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;son las que más,   hondo llegan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y más daño me suelen hacer !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sus ojos,  de los mios el no aparta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;azules, serenos, y tengo que reconocer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si mi corazón, de piedra fuera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanta dulzura, jamás podria ver !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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!¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xtFzR46uL8s/TYeQcPYQnEI/AAAAAAAAA3I/9Nmx7hInB2s/s72-c/DSCN2714.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2373759511093841967</id><published>2011-03-19T19:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:22:40.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  PRIMAVERA --- ESCLAT DE VIDA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKgpv55UnJs/TYT8E_LhK4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/RBzP-m6fGA4/s1600/antonia%2Bpelo%2B200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKgpv55UnJs/TYT8E_LhK4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/RBzP-m6fGA4/s400/antonia%2Bpelo%2B200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585866600455678850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ha estat un un hivern llarg,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fred, plujós, com escau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre el hivern !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan arribem a desembre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja dites populars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ens volen dir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ el març ja comença&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a treure, el nas !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Mes o menys diuen aixi __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- per Santa Llúcia...pas de puça,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- per Nadal...pas de pardal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- per Sant Esteve...pas de llebre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- per Sant Sebastiá...un ruc serà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- el qui no ho coneixerà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Son algunes que la mare m'ensenyà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com aquestes ben segur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que moltes més ni ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qui les busqui, en trobarà !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ I ja som a Març,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ganes de ben fons, respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;les orenetes veure volar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les flors, els colors, els...olors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La terra esclata, a la vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la vida, a viure et convida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es repeteix, any darrera any !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes no vull viura un engany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he perdut sers estimats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al llarg del any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i com cada any per mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a estat, altre cop un desengany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- NO PUC, fondo respirà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- NI PUC  veure, les orenetes volà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- NI DE LAS FLORS, colors ni olors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Els meus sentiments, adormits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els poden fer, despertà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per mes que la Primavera, com cada Any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vulgui joiosa arribà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I la vida, fer...Esclatà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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!¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKgpv55UnJs/TYT8E_LhK4I/AAAAAAAAA3A/RBzP-m6fGA4/s72-c/antonia%2Bpelo%2B200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-3783756230445152874</id><published>2011-03-12T17:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T17:32:34.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ HOSPITAL, HOSPITAL, MAS HOSPITAL !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZXgInCJbS8/TXuZx62KBXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RWjyBE7wSDc/s1600/DSCN2675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZXgInCJbS8/TXuZx62KBXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RWjyBE7wSDc/s400/DSCN2675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583225245944907122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Cariño: en el pasado año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos veces ingresé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;querria  olvidar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los dias tan amargos que pasé,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no __por mi enfermedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para mi no es novedad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es por mi inmensa soledad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! Nadie mejor que tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabe lo que he luchado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por no volver a ingresar !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Pero ha vuelto a pasar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi mente, contra mi voluntad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi mente, esta batalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre empeñada, en ganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vuelve, en esta semana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a que tenga que ingresar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y mis ojos de la puerta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo no los podré quitar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando,  inutilmente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por si te veo llegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ NO te preocupes.  cariño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se que a verme no vendrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tambien sé,  que de mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tampoco,  te marcharas !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Pero me asustan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las noches, los dias, las horas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y este...volver  a ingresar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;querertelo contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aun sabiendo, que tu nunca,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me podrás ya...contestar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si a gritos___pido ayuda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadie me quiere...escuchar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-3783756230445152874?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/3783756230445152874/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=3783756230445152874' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3783756230445152874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3783756230445152874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/03/hospital-hospital-mas-hospital.html' title='!¡ HOSPITAL, HOSPITAL, MAS HOSPITAL !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HZXgInCJbS8/TXuZx62KBXI/AAAAAAAAA2o/RWjyBE7wSDc/s72-c/DSCN2675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-96793459226068592</id><published>2011-03-06T18:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T18:59:30.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bElAP75dB8o/TXPGXvp2eQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4bRdwYUd5Bw/s1600/DSCN2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bElAP75dB8o/TXPGXvp2eQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4bRdwYUd5Bw/s400/DSCN2381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581022474473470210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Whisky...le he  increpado esta mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entre tú y yo, noto una relación extraña:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Quizas sea debido a mis pocas ganas de hablar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero tú ¿ no me tratas de evitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Acaso tu tampoco a mi lado, quieres estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Puede una pareja como la nuestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;llegado el caso, plantearse separar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si es lo que quieres, puedes marcharte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es verdad que si lo haces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me costará olvdarte !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;** Eres el único "amigo" que siempre esta conmigo **&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Lo mismo dá si boy hacia adelante, o hacia atras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde quiera que yo vaya, siempre a mi lado tú estas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y por supuesto, la razón siempre me dás !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___NO si al final hasta tendré que pedirte perdón, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por no darte esta...caricia, por no leer en...tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que quieres estar conmigo, sin ninguna...condición !¡¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-96793459226068592?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/96793459226068592/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=96793459226068592' title='6 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/96793459226068592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/96793459226068592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/03/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bElAP75dB8o/TXPGXvp2eQI/AAAAAAAAA2I/4bRdwYUd5Bw/s72-c/DSCN2381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-3196157027522208932</id><published>2011-03-05T16:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T17:11:05.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  CARNESTOLTES __ DISBAUXES  !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1tQG5din4/TXJcXwxWNLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/oJSt7P-VYiw/s1600/DSCN2627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vE1tQG5din4/TXJcXwxWNLI/AAAAAAAAA2A/oJSt7P-VYiw/s400/DSCN2627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580624451564090546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Avui dia de Carnestoltes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la disbauxa, truca a totes les portes ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja persones, que tot l'any,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensen,  de que es disfressaran !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Admiro la il-lusió de la disfressa amb qüestió,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero el disfrassarem, no ha estat mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sant de la meva devoció,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ma agrada al dia,  a  dia les tradicions seguí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes aquesta mai la podré   jo aconseguí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sortiré al carrer, les veure, evidenment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Dons mira, aquestes estan be, amb dirá el pensament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La seva alegria, potser envejaré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seran, els complexes?  El que és, jo no ho se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però si estic segura, que amb una disdressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al carrer, jo mai sortiré.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tots els que surtin, jo si els diré&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Visqueu la alegria, i passeu-ho...BE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-3196157027522208932?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/3196157027522208932/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=3196157027522208932' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3196157027522208932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3196157027522208932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/03/carnestoltes-disbauxes.html' title='!!  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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5H_UcyVaC3w/TW4bGMcd8BI/AAAAAAAAA14/CGEfw4AjaBg/s1600/DSCN2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5H_UcyVaC3w/TW4bGMcd8BI/AAAAAAAAA14/CGEfw4AjaBg/s400/DSCN2613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579426781592416274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Continuamente yo me lo suelo preguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hasta ahora mismo no se que contestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ porque todos mis empeños, todos me suelen fallar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No tiene otra razón de ser, que el ser Cansina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pesada. solo esto puede ser, pues no soy mal educada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Si mando correos, se me devuelven sin...leer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si por telefono necesito hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por alguna razón, se acaba de cortar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la persona en cuestión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy para el dia redondear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta mañana, al Dia de Andalucia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me acerque, para un buen rato pasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y de su baile, y su cante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poder yo tambien gozar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El espectaculo bueno, el cantar como el bailar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero alli tambien estaba, esta "maldita " Ansiedad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Lo intentaré explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justo a mi lado una silla bacia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una persona devia alli estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero como un juego el destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a él se quiso llevar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y por más tiempo que pasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crece y Crece mi ansiedad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ y aunque muchas veces llore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me cueste respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hay un motivo que a él&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las gracias le debo dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que me mostrara, su Tierra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y a su Tierra respetar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como él respetó la mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y a Andalucia, yo Amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sevilla tiene un color especial...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dice la Copla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo siendo catalana. tengo que reconocer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tiene razón de sobra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sevilla. hay que vivirla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;descubrir estos colores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y el perfume de sus...flores !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Por la "maldita " ansiedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No puedo asimilar, ni colores ni flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de los que hay, en mi Ciudad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunque me devuelvan correos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O algún teléfono, tengan que...cortar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6361502092325355509?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5H_UcyVaC3w/TW4bGMcd8BI/AAAAAAAAA14/CGEfw4AjaBg/s72-c/DSCN2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2989949514481748222</id><published>2011-02-25T18:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T19:25:35.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>! ¡  ILUSIONES ROTAS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9of0GsqjO1E/TWfu3S6BeDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f14ps0Xjs5Y/s1600/antonia%2Bpelo%2B203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9of0GsqjO1E/TWfu3S6BeDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f14ps0Xjs5Y/s400/antonia%2Bpelo%2B203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577689297257068594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Yo sé que no están, los tiempos para viajar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otras prioridades, nos acostumbran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el dia , a dia a marcar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero  SI, yo tenia una ilusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o tal vez una pasión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la Semana Santa Andaluza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el ir este año, tenia yo la ocasión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cuando no se tiene otra razón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te agarras fuerte a una...ilusión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero al  igual que el pasado año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queda en la  imaginación !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El pasado año, lo tuve que dejar pasar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Y pensé...el próximo que viene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;este no puedo fallar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Tonta de mi, pues encima lo creí !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO= puedo ir este año, por lo mismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no pude el anterior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Por lo mismo Noooo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para mi mucho peor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Vivo en una pesadilla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si estar en ella es...vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sola,  la estoy viviendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me pregunto, día y noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Cuanto podré, resistir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi mano en mi corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leo y releo, mi escrito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mi cabeza va perdiendo la razón !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ De verdad, te veias capaz de cumplir tu ilusión?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Que más da,   si se rompio la ilusión,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizas mucho, mas roto está mi Corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2989949514481748222?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2989949514481748222/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2989949514481748222' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2989949514481748222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2989949514481748222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/ilusiones-rotas.html' title='! ¡  ILUSIONES ROTAS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9of0GsqjO1E/TWfu3S6BeDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/f14ps0Xjs5Y/s72-c/antonia%2Bpelo%2B203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5317735287563393976</id><published>2011-02-23T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:42:25.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  DIJOUS GRAS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMpY33WzWLw/TWVM6SOa4PI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8PMi3LwiXZg/s1600/DSCN2594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576948277776670962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 328px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMpY33WzWLw/TWVM6SOa4PI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8PMi3LwiXZg/s400/DSCN2594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!¡ L'any passat, el mateix dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;jo em vaig assabentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;que a dijous Gras érem ja !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Del calendari atenta, aquest any he estat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;__també diria que me avançat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dons el dia 3 de Març  es dijous Gras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;i marca la tradició,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;que el dia de dijous Gras...truita tu menjaràs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!¡ Son senzilles, però importants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Son las nostres, tradicions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I no son coses d'ara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;son de moltes...generacions !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mes sovint, les oblidem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I d'altres llocs, na adoptem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ma passat aquest mati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;quan se ma ocorregut dir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;El dia 3, de Març  es dijous Gras&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!¡ Dijous i que passa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;__que es dia de menjar, truita !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;truita, i perquè això?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;!¡ Dons per seguir la nostre tradicio !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Sovint, ens queixem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;que tot mica, en mica es va perdent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;si nosaltres no posem, de nostre part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Llavors, si de tradicións, no en tindrém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;__Ho podrem dir, cridant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Però ja no escoltaran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Allò que diu: HOSTES VINDRAN, I DE CASA ENS TREURANT...&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/8660871457579464092-5317735287563393976?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5317735287563393976/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5317735287563393976' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5317735287563393976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5317735287563393976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/dijous-gras.html' title='!¡  DIJOUS GRAS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMpY33WzWLw/TWVM6SOa4PI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8PMi3LwiXZg/s72-c/DSCN2594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8879134998859446585</id><published>2011-02-20T21:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:58:10.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  L'ESCOLA DE LA VIDA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkF-QmRa2hE/TWGCOT7x8iI/AAAAAAAAA1I/onXH_sHFcrI/s1600/DSCN2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkF-QmRa2hE/TWGCOT7x8iI/AAAAAAAAA1I/onXH_sHFcrI/s400/DSCN2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575880996042175010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Sempre he sentit a dir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;que la millor Escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;es la que t'ensenya la vida !'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Amb deia la meva mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__La vida t'ensenyara...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I alguna cosa si he après.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a cada un, en el seu lloc jo posá !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;als amics, amb els dits de una má&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poder contar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I en el meu camí, una pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sempre trobar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb la mateixa pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un cop, darrera un altre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no parar de, entrebancar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tambe veure que del terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no et cal,  pas aixecar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dons al caure, cada dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ningú, t'ellarga la mà !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Si et queixes, de victima vas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Si no et queixes,  dons perquè no ho fas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Si crides, et fan callar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Si calles, t'has de ofegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo crec que d'aquesta escola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vaig baixant pel Tobogan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que cada cop es mes llarc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada cop. mes important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Les " neurones" amb fumegen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A explotar no trigaran !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La meva mare, es va oblidar de...explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quant estàs sola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quant no tens amb qui parlar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En quin lloc, de aquesta Escola, tu tens que anar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si se li va...oblidar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I es que a ella, per sort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mai aixó li va passar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La seva má, amb la meva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntes, varen... estar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8879134998859446585?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8879134998859446585/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8879134998859446585' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8879134998859446585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8879134998859446585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/lescola-de-la-vida.html' title='!¡  L&apos;ESCOLA DE LA VIDA !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jkF-QmRa2hE/TWGCOT7x8iI/AAAAAAAAA1I/onXH_sHFcrI/s72-c/DSCN2143.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-231687937225864000</id><published>2011-02-16T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:25:45.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  ANIVERSARIO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iVGoZwbOyg/TVu-ELGaltI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mPUVplDWfYk/s1600/ultimas%2Bpiso%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iVGoZwbOyg/TVu-ELGaltI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mPUVplDWfYk/s400/ultimas%2Bpiso%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574257942709573330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño:  hoy es un Aniversario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero un Aniversario, sin Celebración&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Que se puede Celebrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando duele el corazón?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos años se cumplen hoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que por primera vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vine a ¿ vivir ? a este piso que hoy estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ He dicho vivir ? perdona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quise decir a " sufrir "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si vivir, es estar sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con nada que compartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muda, sin una palabra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mis labios, dias y dias  salir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin un sentimiento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin mi corazón abrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin tenerte a mi lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin sentir en la cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este abrazo, que mi cuerpo rodeaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tanta seguridad me daba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si de ti no tengo nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De los demas...desengañada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Esto es acaso vivir ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo crei,  necia de mi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vivir, era  hablar, soñar, reir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ilusión que compartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era mirar positivo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ O acaso no es esto sentirse vivo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quizas  mi vivir, sea de egoismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tengo o jamas tendré este...piso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y en el Cementerio, un Nicho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muchos no tienen nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ De que me quejo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si soy tan...Afortunada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-231687937225864000?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/231687937225864000/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=231687937225864000' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/231687937225864000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/231687937225864000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/aniversario.html' title='!¡  ANIVERSARIO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4iVGoZwbOyg/TVu-ELGaltI/AAAAAAAAA1A/mPUVplDWfYk/s72-c/ultimas%2Bpiso%2B006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1483101287390887532</id><published>2011-02-15T15:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T16:28:48.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  EXPERIENCIAS !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxB7bi9al6A/TVqWmzh1kBI/AAAAAAAAA04/GX5JaAPGF_w/s1600/DSCN2587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxB7bi9al6A/TVqWmzh1kBI/AAAAAAAAA04/GX5JaAPGF_w/s400/DSCN2587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573933082235736082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no es un balón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es de mi ojo, lo que ví&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la operación &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿O tal vez fué sensación?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esta claro, que yo no se dibujar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se trata de " imaginar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre el tamaño,  de un ojo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No esta barbaridad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las  tres bolitas blancas yo ví.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;También un color Azulado, y otro Rubí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el rojo es el color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mas veces yo intuí !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por el lado izquierdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Un bastoncito? ví entrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan absorta yo miraba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que deje de...respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Dolors, si no respiras, te " mueres "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me aconsejó, el Dr. Pérez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de respirar, no te puedes olvidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con tal cariño me habló, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que una sonrisa de mis labios, escapo !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. Esto me empieza...a doler,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Tranquila, dame un minuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y ya no te dolerá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puesto que termino ya__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noté como una...ventosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" seguro que seria otra cosa "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como he dicho, al empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo mis sensaciones, queria contar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1483101287390887532?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1483101287390887532/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1483101287390887532' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1483101287390887532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1483101287390887532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/experiencias.html' title='!¡  EXPERIENCIAS !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OxB7bi9al6A/TVqWmzh1kBI/AAAAAAAAA04/GX5JaAPGF_w/s72-c/DSCN2587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6801355192896372796</id><published>2011-02-04T19:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T20:32:53.875+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  SENTIMENTS DE TRISTESA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUxPaTmf9vI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUyvA9ymRoA/s1600/DSCN2561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUxPaTmf9vI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUyvA9ymRoA/s400/DSCN2561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569914152507406066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Obro la finestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;farà un bon dia, el cel es clar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;penso,  mes no parlo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No tinc ningú, amb qui parlar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja fa dies, que ho vaig notant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un sentiment de tristesa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mica en mica, em va envoltant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No tinc ganes de parlar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo just, si haig de contestar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De nou el fet,  amb comença a espantar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quan arriba la nit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el meu cos, es un neguit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tot posant, el cap al coixí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es pensar...que faig aquí ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ L'angoixa, ja no em deixa dormir !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El cap despert, els ulls oberts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensant...Es que el meu cos, no te sang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potser si, però esta adormida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que faig...per donar-li vida ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potser, el que ja estic fent ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escriure lo que amb dicte el pensament ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Mes aqui, pot importar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el que el meu pensament, amb pot dictar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una paraula ; m'emvolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com una teranyina espessa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aquesta paraula es:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senzillament...Tristesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6801355192896372796?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6801355192896372796/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6801355192896372796' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6801355192896372796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6801355192896372796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/02/sentiments-de-tristesa.html' title='!¡  SENTIMENTS DE TRISTESA !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUxPaTmf9vI/AAAAAAAAA0w/lUyvA9ymRoA/s72-c/DSCN2561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7760662756769558598</id><published>2011-01-31T17:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T18:18:47.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  UNA CAJA DE BOMBONES  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUbnQgIKGTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NMgVr5EU0pY/s1600/torre-sweetgifts-grande.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUbnQgIKGTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NMgVr5EU0pY/s400/torre-sweetgifts-grande.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568392259978271026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si los correos que recibo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo tuviera que contar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pasaria días - noches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin poderme ni...acostar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi palabra, ha de valer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pues todos, suelo leer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con algunos yo me rio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de otros...yo no me fio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Que cosa habra sido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que uno, ahora mismo recibido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;inquietud, me ha producido?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Savias palabras, en el escritas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sobre una caja de bombones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacen que mi corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aprenda de ello, una lección &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y en mi interior,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haga tambien, reflexión !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;( La caja de bombones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos quiere enseñar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;como nuestra vida, debemos cuidar )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas o menos dice así,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_!¡ Si una caja de bombones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acabas tú de abrir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vas comiendo,  de la caja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alegremente, sin pensar y sin sentir_!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero conforme se...acaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caramba, puedes decir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta caja estaba...llena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ No habré ido muy deprisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi vida yo, a consumir ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Si ahora solo quedan,  cuatro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como voy, a repartir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los pocos, que a mi me quedan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para alargarme, el...vivir ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Los comeré poco a poco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que yo no quiero...Morir !¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7760662756769558598?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7760662756769558598/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUbnQgIKGTI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NMgVr5EU0pY/s72-c/torre-sweetgifts-grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-3196772549278945699</id><published>2011-01-28T18:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:39:54.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ DEFININT PARAULA  ( GERMA )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUMBbg5AqFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bEUaTljgc0o/s1600/fotos-de-ranas-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUMBbg5AqFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bEUaTljgc0o/s400/fotos-de-ranas-vi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567295136557213778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Germans es diuen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;als fills nascuts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un mateix, Pare - Mare !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estic segura avui, que No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( tot i aquesta sen una obció )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La paraula germà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo desprès de molt pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i al meu cor, apendre a escoltar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es pot dir a qualsevol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tenin la prova...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diem, " un altre dia germà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si algú sens apropa, amb l'anim de demanar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tambe, tots som Germans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la part, de Deu, !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fins el Mossèn ens dirà...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Germans,Germanes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abans de la Missa, acomiadà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que caram, potser pensant, i pensat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; amb tot això, en el fons, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ja molte part de raóns,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I desprès de pensar amb tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Al tenir tans germans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no et faltara, cap nebot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SI HO PENSO BE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De Germans meus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;está ple el carrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I amb aquesta regla de...tres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No haig de patir pas de ...res&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Segur, algun d'ells un dia m'ajudarà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I aquell, que ho faci sens dubte...aquell serà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ EL MEU GERMA !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-3196772549278945699?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/3196772549278945699/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=3196772549278945699' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3196772549278945699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/3196772549278945699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/01/definint-paraula-germa.html' title='!¡ DEFININT PARAULA  ( GERMA )'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TUMBbg5AqFI/AAAAAAAAA0c/bEUaTljgc0o/s72-c/fotos-de-ranas-vi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7142073361070826174</id><published>2011-01-16T12:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T12:53:01.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ ESTATUS INSTITUCIONAL !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TTLSdWhCl_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/-DsiQk8eZ3k/s1600/DSCN2486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TTLSdWhCl_I/AAAAAAAAA0U/-DsiQk8eZ3k/s400/DSCN2486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562739891458185202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" CIERTO ESTATUS, INSTITUCIONAL "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( leido ayer en el Periodico en declaraciones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;del Sr, Rubalcaba )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ante todo de  mi gran ignorancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;debo de hacer constancia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No tengo estudios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampoco suficiente inteligencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero de Master, en problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las paredes de mi casa estarian, super llenas !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ESTATUS? es acaso una enfermedad, ¿contagiosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ O el Sr. Rubalcaba, se refiere a otra cosa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues si, haber...si lo entiendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creo que es muy buena cosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es solo una pensión vitalicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que cobran los Expresidentes del Gobierno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La cual quieren conservar, porque su "ESTATUS"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tienen que perseverar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haber si lo sabre yo...explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los Sres. ( Gonzalez ) y ( Aznar ) perciben;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada uno cerca de 80.000 Euros " brutos "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anuales, de los Presupuestos del Estado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;compatibles con los sueldos que reciban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por las Compañías que ambos han sido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fichados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni por un momento dudo que estos "Sres."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo tengan de sobra " Ganado "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y entre todos nosotros " Pagado "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero el tema del ESTATUS, me deja de MONIATUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si yo a los 14 años empecé a trabajar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si durante 23 años a mi marido enfermo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he tenido que cuidar...y trabajar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_ He pasado y paso tantas cosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no es lugar, ni sitio para contar_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_Que en mi viudez de cuatro años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;250,00 Euros, me tengan a bien pagar_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Y mi ESTATUS también me van a negar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo no he sido Presidenta, bien es verdad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una paga vitalicia de 80.000 Euros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo no boy a reclamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero  Sr, Rubalcaba soy persona y en verdad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aun tengo...mi DIGNIDAD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿Sera por falta de ESTATUS que dia, a dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la veo PISOTEAR??????.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7142073361070826174?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7142073361070826174/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7142073361070826174' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7142073361070826174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7142073361070826174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/01/estatus-institucional.html' title='!¡ ESTATUS INSTITUCIONAL !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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cabeza no hay momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que yo en ti deje de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Te necesito tanto !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo,  le puedes a esto llamar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si de caerme en el suelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tus brazos no los tenga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al igual que una culebra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por el suelo... yo me tenga que arrastrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y te he encontrado a...faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo, le puedes a esto llamar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que pasadas ya las Fiestas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Nochebuena, a Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sola,  yo las he pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para comer y cenar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y te he encontrado a...faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo, a esto le puedes llamar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que si en un agujero estoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin saber de donde vengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni tampoco, a donde boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y esta mano, nadie tiende&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni siquiera, para hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo te encuentro a...faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo, le puedes a esto llamar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Son las seis de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuestra hora bruja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Otro dia, he de empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabiendo perfectamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el momento, que podria terminar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y soy cobarde, lo siento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y yo te encuentro a... faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo,  le puedes a esto llamar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Te busco a mi alrededor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no te puedo, encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mas fuerte, que te llame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me puedes contestar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo te encuentro a ...faltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo, a esto le puedes llamar !¡ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Egoismo, a todo esto...puedes llamar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo de mi parte, a todo lo que "Vivo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo un nombre, puedo dar...SOLEDAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6619865057397397088?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TSyJr2leX2I/AAAAAAAAA0M/nlwfes5uElc/s72-c/anillos_bodas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2255394126879501883</id><published>2011-01-10T19:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T19:24:58.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TStLhal671I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PXg8i7srXVw/s1600/DSCN2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TStLhal671I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PXg8i7srXVw/s400/DSCN2380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560621202365149010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que susto me ha dado esta mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando a casa he llegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y de esta guisa a Whisky, me he encontrado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Que te pasa he preguntado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Tienes fiebre? ¿Estas malo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con los ojos entreabiertos me ha mirado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estaba completamente, ensoñado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Y yo rabiando, una muela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el Dentista me ha sacado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Es verdad, con el gato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me he enfadado __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues el tan Pancho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni se ha inmutado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mas que yo le he contado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Como ya son tres años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que vivimos en pareja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El, hace oidos sordos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si algo no le...interesa !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del sofá ni se ha movido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues Si,  Igual que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ el tampoco ha comido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sigue, Sigue...haciendote el dormido !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2255394126879501883?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2255394126879501883/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2255394126879501883' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2255394126879501883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2255394126879501883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/01/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TStLhal671I/AAAAAAAAA0E/PXg8i7srXVw/s72-c/DSCN2380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7108883800670500007</id><published>2011-01-07T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:19:52.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  NIT DE REIS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TSdRuBYvuPI/AAAAAAAAAz8/hbDqYuJ63Ek/s1600/DSCN2442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TSdRuBYvuPI/AAAAAAAAAz8/hbDqYuJ63Ek/s400/DSCN2442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559502116100225266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Melcior, me portat be !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ de veritat...me portat be !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Me portat beeeee !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Cridava una nena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;darrera meu, al carrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Cridava?. No, S'ofegava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i amb una carta a la ma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cridava al Rei, per poder-li donar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Espurnes en els meus ulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ella a mi ma fet saltar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I no he pogut evitar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensar amb la sort de tenir, als meus pares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Que just la setmana, podien passar__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ferma viure, la il'lusió mes gran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperant la Nit de Reis, i el que ells et portaran;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quan amb un fanalet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i amb el nas vermell de fred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el Va i Ve jo esperava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per veure la Cavalcada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A sopar d'hora i corrents...a dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ dormia al llit amb la mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i així durant durant la nit, no amb despertava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes ja l'ultim any, un soroll amb despertà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eren els Reis, que es van entrebancar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potser seria el Vi Bo, que bevien&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb un bon troç de torro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Potser eren els camells, també deixávem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menjar per ells?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La qüestió, que els vaig sentir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ja no vaig poder dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Tant fort el cor amb bategava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com tres tambors tocant a la vegada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No es tenen "traumes" quan et vas fent gran,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si la il'lusió es va fomentant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avui Nit de Reis, amb 64 anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gairebé no he dormit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malgrat tot...cap soroll he sentit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7108883800670500007?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7108883800670500007/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7108883800670500007' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7108883800670500007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7108883800670500007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2011/01/nit-de-reis.html' title='!¡  NIT DE REIS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TSdRuBYvuPI/AAAAAAAAAz8/hbDqYuJ63Ek/s72-c/DSCN2442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-148641473576161502</id><published>2011-01-01T15:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:47:21.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ ESTA NOCHE NO LA PASE SOLA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TR85J-c2CvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/O0tZfhHCaTo/s1600/DSCN2164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TR85J-c2CvI/AAAAAAAAAz0/O0tZfhHCaTo/s400/DSCN2164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557223308744067826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No se ni como ha pasado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero sé que esta noche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu has estado a mi lado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noche de Fin de Año&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿será este el motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al saber que estaba sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has querido estar conmigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Estando yo dormida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya entrada la madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ He notado en mi brazo...un roce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al mismo tiempo en mi cara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tu mejilla, rozandome, muy helada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Sobresaltada, me he despertado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mis ojos y mis manos, te han buscado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero...tú ya no estabas a mi lado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Se que no lo he soñado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estoy segura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Esta noche a mi lado, tú has estado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero lo que no sé, es ni como ha pasado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-148641473576161502?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/148641473576161502/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=148641473576161502' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/148641473576161502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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DICIEMBRE DE  2010  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TRZMtDUz2MI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FrAErfAbFvU/s1600/DSCN2396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TRZMtDUz2MI/AAAAAAAAAzc/FrAErfAbFvU/s400/DSCN2396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554711527278500034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Cariño donde tu estés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hazme saber si lo...puedes ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dime si es verdad, que hoy es Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo no puedo, no llego a comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que en los últimos cuatro años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ha llegado a suceder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y siento que cualquier dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voy a enloquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿No es hoy Dia de Navidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando las familias, juntas suelen estar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no debe ser hoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que yo quiero decir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Cariño ¿ves como estoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya me he vuelto a confundir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dios Mio, pero que tonta estoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo ves __ Cariño como no es hoy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espera: ¿Seguro que no es hoy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando tus hermanos, o tus sobrinos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tambien algunos "amigos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que mienten sin piedad: Suelen llamar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y decirte Lolita,  Feliz Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No que te digo que no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que estoy confundida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que hoy no es Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En Navidad, tu Villancicos cantabas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andalucia, y Catalunya, se hermanaban al cantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y en nuestros corazones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aun cabian ilusiones, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y te vuelvo a preguntar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Estas seguro: es hoy el Dia de Navidad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dicen de mi que soy rara, que de mi parte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no pongo nada...para la familia juntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ que hay que poner voluntad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿la misma que ponen ellos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tambien puedo preguntar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que mi empeño es estar sola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y así poderme quejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ Quien sabe nada de mi __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y te vuelvo a preguntar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Acaso es hoy Navidad????,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6676904048660940615?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6676904048660940615/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6676904048660940615' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-17692687147546027</id><published>2010-12-19T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T17:34:47.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  EL NADAL JA ES AQUÍ  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQ4PJbVAdII/AAAAAAAAAzU/GSvrhEiWcR8/s1600/DSCN2373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQ4PJbVAdII/AAAAAAAAAzU/GSvrhEiWcR8/s400/DSCN2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552392045223507074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Tot pensant amb el Nadal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crec que son les Festes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al meu cor, li fan mes mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deu ser perquè, amb vaig fent gran !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb vergonya i rabia... sento, a molta gent comentá:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ho ting comprovat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a les tendes...tambe al mercat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡  Jo voldria que les Festes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ja se haguessin acabat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ Ho be... Aixo del Nadal es un disbarat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ De que estant parlant ?  ¿ Del Nadal ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo crec que no, Es de omplir el carret de la compra fins a dalt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dels bitllets per viatjar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Molts també, del vestits que han de comprar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per poder anar al Fi D'any a un Bon Sopar i a Ballar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  I sento pena tambe,  pena perqué  no han aprés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el Nadal de tot això, no en te res !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que el Nadal es alegria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perquè un Petit Infant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ha nascut, a la establia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uns pastors, l'adoraren,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentre tres Mags, amb una estrella es guiaven !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ens marca la tradició, cantá...Nadales ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tambe fer " caga al tió " Avellanes ... i turrò:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te mes encant,  que això ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es ven cert que el meu cor amb fa mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perque,  els que mes estimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No estaran amb mi el Nadal !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ I es aquesta la pregunta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la resposta no sé !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quan será que jo el Nadal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb tots ells...el passaré ????-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-17692687147546027?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/17692687147546027/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=17692687147546027' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/17692687147546027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/17692687147546027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/12/el-nadal-ja-es-aqui.html' title='!¡  EL NADAL JA ES AQUÍ  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQ4PJbVAdII/AAAAAAAAAzU/GSvrhEiWcR8/s72-c/DSCN2373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-94041239368617718</id><published>2010-12-15T16:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T17:04:11.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  MUERDAGO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQjaojqBSiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ACUbGZfip9Y/s1600/DSCN2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQjaojqBSiI/AAAAAAAAAzM/ACUbGZfip9Y/s400/DSCN2363.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550926931035245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;UN RAMO, QUE PARA TRAERTE SUERTE, TE TIENEN QUE REGALAR !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy una amiga un ramito me ha traido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para desearme suerte, que hace hace años he perdido&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Manda la tradición, que en Navidad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encima de una puerta lo tienes que colgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al pasar la pareja, por debajo de la puerta&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un beso se deben dar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A nadie tengo, para un beso dar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y si un gran desengaño&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;referente a la amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La familia, que te toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no la puedes cambiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los amigos, si te los puedes buscar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y aqui biene el desengaño:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;das lo mejor de ti, sin esperar nada a cambio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si alguno te  necesita, acudes de los primeros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero si algo necesitas...amigos, amigos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para tenerlos, te sobran con cuatro dedos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los demas de repente, ya solo son...compañeros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi escrito, hoy es tristeza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tristeza,  soledad,  analizar,  la amistad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Quizas el motivo es el ramo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que en mi puerta he de colgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que al pasar, bajo de ella&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya no tenga a quien...besar&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-94041239368617718?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/94041239368617718/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=94041239368617718' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7017201990661716257</id><published>2010-12-13T18:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:54:57.601+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  PERQUÈ SERA  EL CEL ROGENT !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQZXaDyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rJZDqGp4I-k/s1600/DSCN2260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQZXaDyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rJZDqGp4I-k/s400/DSCN2260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550219695986167490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ SERÁ PER ELS 5  A  0 !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es una amenaça, que planeja sobre el Barça ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es el cel rogent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;senyal que algú no esta content?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21 partits jugats 18 victòries i tres empats,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potser que algú estigui " empipat "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i demani aquets cel rogent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tant pot ser !¡ pluja o vent !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al moment de un entrenament:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O pot ser, per la parlada samarreta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es per això que  el cel s'enfada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O es del color, del Soci la cara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que pensa ha de ser aixi, empastifada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de tants colors, la nostra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;samarreta...estimada?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El Cel rogent ma sorprès&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mes de futbol, no en se rés&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però al veure, la fotografia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He pensat...escriuré, una poesia !!!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7017201990661716257?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7017201990661716257/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7017201990661716257' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7017201990661716257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7017201990661716257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/12/perque-sera-el-cel-rogent.html' title='!¡  PERQUÈ SERA  EL CEL ROGENT !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQZXaDyhzsI/AAAAAAAAAy8/rJZDqGp4I-k/s72-c/DSCN2260.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2596822020220073168</id><published>2010-12-09T17:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T18:42:54.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡   PENSAMENTS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQEK-ZPFlFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mEU8NHKATpk/s1600/DSCN2285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQEK-ZPFlFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mEU8NHKATpk/s400/DSCN2285.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548728282939495506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Estic aqui asseguda, en un banc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al davant del Casal de la Gent Gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Davant meu, ara ja un  "Aparcament"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miro distretament !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De sobte sense voler, els records:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb guanyen, per uns moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Pista de ball, d'estiu Les Revetlles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I els meus...20 anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cantants de moda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Josep Guardiola, Luis Aguilé !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sembla que no pugui sé:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grans Orquestras del moment, Meravella, Janio Marti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tots, 44 anys enrera, estaven de capçalera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baix mes enllà, a la Sala !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tot n'era una gran passada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La Sala Gran, els Palcos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ I el Mirador __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On Avies, i Mares si assentaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per aixi veurans...millor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La " Colla" que be ho passàvem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ La norma __ balla,  dos balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I el jove t'acompanyava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al lloc, amb els teus companys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al moment venia un noi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tot serios, però amb rialla et deia ¿ Balle ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo pensava...si no ho veia massa clar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no ballo, gràcies,  pensant...Un altre vindrà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I es ben cert que venien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si no de que et servien, tenir llavors els...20 Anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aqui asseguda recordo...i vaig recordant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del meus ulls, unes llàgrimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per la cara amb ban baixant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;64 anys que tinc ara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Molts cops, la vida ma donat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes tinc la sort, dels records&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I a ells maig de agafar fort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abans que jo...ho oblidi tot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El Coro, l'Aparquement...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cotxes...Ciment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tot això ho estic veient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asseguda en aquests banc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De la porta, del davant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Del Casal de la Gent Grant !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2596822020220073168?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2596822020220073168/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2596822020220073168' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2596822020220073168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2596822020220073168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensaments.html' title='!¡   PENSAMENTS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TQEK-ZPFlFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/mEU8NHKATpk/s72-c/DSCN2285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-351404427272293954</id><published>2010-12-06T19:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:07:11.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  LOCURAS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TP0tqs5IFsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Av9H0DEvoMs/s1600/DSCN1305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TP0tqs5IFsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Av9H0DEvoMs/s400/DSCN1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547640527618840258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Hoy a las 6 de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en la oscuridad del cielo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he buscado, una estrella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando en mi...locura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quizas verte alli en ella !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;! Solo he visto oscuridad !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Necia de mi  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Que pensaba yo encontrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si por verte yo a ti, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo mis ojos debo cerrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi corazón abrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas pienso, que no te guste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el verme a mi asi sufrir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Sabes que tus recuerdos, todos ellos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;están muy dentro de mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el hogar, que deje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y contigo tantos años compartí !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquí todo esta vacio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada me recuerda a ti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo tengo junto a mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu almohada, que sigue estando aquí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Pero te busco en la noche,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apoyando allí, mi cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esperando en mi mejilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el roce de una, caricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero en ella nada encuentro !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Te das cuenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Es una pura locura !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo estas en mi recuerdo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo te llevo...muy dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-351404427272293954?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/351404427272293954/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=351404427272293954' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/351404427272293954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/351404427272293954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/12/locuras.html' title='!¡  LOCURAS  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TP0tqs5IFsI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Av9H0DEvoMs/s72-c/DSCN1305.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1073245564881475922</id><published>2010-11-24T17:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T18:29:27.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  AMOR DE MARE !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TO1Bjj00YwI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oduUwBv_WXU/s1600/Mar%25C3%25A710%2B095%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TO1Bjj00YwI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oduUwBv_WXU/s400/Mar%25C3%25A710%2B095%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543158795530953474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ AQUESTA NENA ES LA JULIA !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;( EL POEMA DE ANTONI BORI I FONTESTÁ EN EL ANY 1937 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El primer petò que tots em rebut en veni al mon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I que tots sentim encare, ès el petò mes preuat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes ric i mes perfumat, que ens ha fet, la nostre Mare !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Res del mon i pot haver, que arribi mai a valer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El que val aquesta dona, alegre com un estel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pura com el blau del Cel, i com els Arcangels Bona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb delicia i bell consol, ella ens gronxa en el bressol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I ens adorm, en els seus braços ella ens ensenya a resar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A creure amb Deu. A estimar i a donar els primers pasos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tots els nostre pensaments, voluntats i sentiments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El seu cor sempre endevina, i s'afanya amb tot el zel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A complaure nostre anhel, amb voluntat peregrina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ses mes pures il-lusions, ens tremet amb sos petons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quan no ens veu, ens anyora i ens porta un amor tan viu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que en nostres ditxes somriu, i amb nostres desgracies plora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mai ningú podra arribar, a sentir tant i estimar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El que aquesta dona estima, quan el seu llavi olorós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perfumat i carinyos, al front del seus fills arrima:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Altres amors hi hauran, que el seu perfum perderan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quant hauran tret la Florida, l'amor de Mare és l'encens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes olorós mes immens, que pot trobar-se en la vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fins en l'lore de la mort, quan sen va amb nostre Record&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carinyos en la memoria, Entre els Angels alla al Cel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prega amb fervorós anhel, per la nostre eterna Gloria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A la mare Beneim, nois i noies que sentim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sons petons al front, encara, estimanla de tot cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que en la terra no hi ha  amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tan gran com L'amor de Mare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1073245564881475922?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1073245564881475922/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1073245564881475922' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1073245564881475922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1073245564881475922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/amor-de-mare.html' title='!¡  AMOR DE MARE !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TO1Bjj00YwI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oduUwBv_WXU/s72-c/Mar%25C3%25A710%2B095%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-839962904326490934</id><published>2010-11-22T15:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T15:56:24.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  RECORDS COL'LEGI  ( NACIONALS ) !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOp8_--af3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/PsPdsDyaaXc/s1600/foto%2Bgrupo%2Bnacional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOp8_--af3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/PsPdsDyaaXc/s400/foto%2Bgrupo%2Bnacional.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542379730111201138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡ AQUEST GRUP ES DEL COL'LEGI !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mirant-lo en tinc prou per recorda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al mig la Senyoreta, ROSA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formar el grup, a la bona dona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;_Si li va arribar a costar_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MES DE UNA RECORDARÀ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ En arribàr a la escola,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En fila, ens teniem que posar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I amb silenci...i molt d'ordre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fins a la classe entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Pupitres de fusta" per a dos , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;les mes " petites " davant,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i les mes altes, ( com jo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o la Montserrat Boronat ( dues peces )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al darrera, !¡ ja estava tot controlat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Resar abans de la classe, començar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I tambe...cantar, " El Cara al Sol, esta clar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A les 12 tornar, L'angelus a resar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abans de a casa marxar...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Missa cada Diumenge teniem que anar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb un carnet que et donaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i al dilluns a la escola, el tenies que ensenyar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dons acabada la Missa, el tenien que sellar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aixi et comprometien, a la Missa no faltar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Ha, i abans del Evangeli, tenies tu que arribà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dons si no ja no valia, no tel podien sellar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I el dilluns, tenies Sermó, per a la Missa falta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre que miro la foto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pentinada, amb dues trenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;com quasi totes les nenes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no se si Riure o Plorar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tampoc jo puc oblidar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Doña, Isabel ( esposa de Don Prudencio )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I al final per acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un record per...Doña Pilar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-839962904326490934?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/839962904326490934/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=839962904326490934' title='4 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/839962904326490934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/839962904326490934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/records-collegi-nacionals.html' title='!¡  RECORDS COL&apos;LEGI  ( NACIONALS ) !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOp8_--af3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/PsPdsDyaaXc/s72-c/foto%2Bgrupo%2Bnacional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4363775233322376275</id><published>2010-11-20T14:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:09:47.020+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOfSgjbO9CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OPUhHDUTEj0/s1600/DSCN2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOfSgjbO9CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OPUhHDUTEj0/s400/DSCN2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541629323209798690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whisky, __ Me conoces bien __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero sabes que yo, a ti tambien;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es verdad, que llevo tres dias sin del piso salir !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que no hablo con nadie, Que estoy triste...Que no soy feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero NO ni se te ocurra, !¡  No pienso ser Monja de Clausura !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  También es verdad, me canso de sola hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En voz alta de pensar,  El porque a mi,  me suele esto pasar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y te voy a preguntar; ¿ Que pretendes, acaso a tu manera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tratar a mis preguntas, TU contestar ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ El no parar yo de hablar...y hablar. Te empiezas a marear ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Pues mira te lo agradezco, pero no puedo mas soportar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estos, Miau, Miau; Miau...que me sueltas sin parar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  VALE !¡ Procurare  de no hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  NO TE ESCONDAS !¡   Es un trato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tu dejaras de...MAULLAR  !¡...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4363775233322376275?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4363775233322376275/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4363775233322376275' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4363775233322376275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4363775233322376275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOfSgjbO9CI/AAAAAAAAAwM/OPUhHDUTEj0/s72-c/DSCN2102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6265878146568121017</id><published>2010-11-16T00:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:54:53.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  EN MEMORIA DE " MANOLO "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOG-DXIlGiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/z4p6IHT-ZOE/s1600/Collages1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOG-DXIlGiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/z4p6IHT-ZOE/s400/Collages1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539917981601307170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !¡  Hoy justo esta mañana, una Rosa se ha partido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ha sido en el mismo instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de saber que has fallecido !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Que significa esta rosa ?,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es nuestro corazón &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que ninguna de nosotras, entendemos la razón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoy como cada lunes, nos hemos vuelto a ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 de la mañana, tomando " nuestro café "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Que cosas...tiene el Destino !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos del grupo,  no han venido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;has preguntado por ellas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Y la Imma, y Lolita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre lo sueles hacer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando una de nosotras, tarda en aparecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero quizas ya intuias lo que iba a suceder;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  A tu casa no llegaste, tu corazón se paró,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y del suelo desplomado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguien te recogió, más estaba decidido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El a latir, se negó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manolo; que dolor tengo, De no haberte visto hoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Quizas es mejor pensar, Como te he de recordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;como un buen hombre, contento, alegre siempre riendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo siento, no puedo seguir pensando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la pena que llevo dentro, parece que me está ahogando !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espero que donde estes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tengas la calma del mar , y puedas ver estas nubes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muy pronto van a llorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Como hoy lloramos nosotras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues nos cuesta comprender:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que perdamos, a un amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo porque... hoy sin razón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se paró su corazón !¡ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manolo: Un beso todas te damos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y Te decimos, con mucha amargura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que un poco, de todas nosotras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estará en tu... Sepultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmen, Maite, Antonia, Quima, Nati, Imma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita,        15 de Noviembre de 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6265878146568121017?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6265878146568121017/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6265878146568121017' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6265878146568121017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6265878146568121017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/en-memoria-de-manolo.html' title='!¡  EN MEMORIA DE &quot; MANOLO &quot;'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TOG-DXIlGiI/AAAAAAAAAvU/z4p6IHT-ZOE/s72-c/Collages1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6173056942814966875</id><published>2010-11-13T18:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T19:13:08.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  ES MI HORA BRUJA?... TAL VEZ !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TN7OVnwr2sI/AAAAAAAAAvM/R1a7huCqKoY/s1600/DSCN2245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TN7OVnwr2sI/AAAAAAAAAvM/R1a7huCqKoY/s400/DSCN2245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539091462558046914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Cariño, son las 6 de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un dia 13, No de un 23,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un 13 nos marcó, un antes y  un 23 un después !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un 13 nos conocimos, un 23: nos despedimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lentamente a mi pesar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intento asumir, que un dia nos conocimos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que 34 años juntos ¿vivimos?...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero en mi cabeza  hay una gran, " telaraña "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de noche, me va envolviendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y me hace abrir los ojos, a las 6 de la mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Después de pasar la noche...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;buscando algo de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queriendo sentir, tu olor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi lado en la almohada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o bien sentir la dulzura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de una Caricia en mi cara !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Pero en realidad, que siento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vacio, Soledad, Dolor...Tristeza:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y esto hace que espere con ansiedad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estas 6 de la mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para asi de esta manera, en un trozo de papel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Expresar lo que yo siento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin tener respuesta, en el !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pienso que quizas, delire, que es todo una locura !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Porque no puedo entender, que estés, en la Sepultura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O quizas si que lo entiiendo...Y me ahogo, me revelo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y mi corazón !¡ Grita !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quizas por ello, mi amor a las 6 de la mañana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenga contigo esta...Cita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6173056942814966875?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6173056942814966875/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6173056942814966875' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6173056942814966875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6173056942814966875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/es-mi-hora-bruja-tal-vez.html' title='!¡  ES MI HORA BRUJA?... TAL VEZ !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TN7OVnwr2sI/AAAAAAAAAvM/R1a7huCqKoY/s72-c/DSCN2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1558027893562628578</id><published>2010-11-07T21:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:00:03.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  HABLANDO SOLA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TNcLtpTmjrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/s6cldG9z7ac/s1600/antonia+pelo+464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TNcLtpTmjrI/AAAAAAAAAuU/s6cldG9z7ac/s400/antonia+pelo+464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536907145685405362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  De pequeña mi madre lo intuyó,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y a un medico, me llevó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. A esta niña ha de mirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pues sola, ella no para de hablar...y hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;incluso si juega a "tiendas"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ella sola se cuida, de vender y de comprar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Mira Pilar, a la niña debes de dejarla estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__Dijo el Dr. sonriendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dr. ¿Es que no lo comprendo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi madre insistia...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si un momento la pierdo, de vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si pienso...muy callada está,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Pues NO, resulta que en alguna habitación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Dels Pastorets "está en plena interpretación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo oigo toda la obra, pues de los personajes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el dialogo, ella se sabe de sobra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿En su mente de niña es normal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Mi madre si lo sabia !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La soledad ya de niña, era mi compañia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi mente entonces,  todo era normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenia de pequeña, mucha imaginación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Y el hablar, sola era para mi una...solución !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dos hermanos (chicos) están antes que yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con el mayor, 12 años, con el otro 7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Con cual iba yo a jugar?  ¿Con cual podia yo hablar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Lo triste, es ahora a mi pesar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seguir sin tener hermanos, para hablar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cumplir ya 64...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi mente ya no es normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y sola sigo, hablando...Igual !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1558027893562628578?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1558027893562628578/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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" haberlos hailos " !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ángels, Animes, que ens van vigilant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per el nostre costat, voltant:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i en un moment necessari, també ens ajudaran;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Passats ja bastants dies, de la Festa de Tots Sants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dies que amb la quietut, de les meves llargues nits,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quant crido a la son, per sols uns instants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ella fent el sort, el meu cap l'omple de tot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense els meus ulls, jo tanca !¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es llavors, quant mes i penso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb allò que amb va passar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  El dia de Tots Sants, un llantio vaig fer crema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per els que jo mes estimo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que en tenir la seva flama, no sentissin la gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de que en el Cementiri, ni una visita fes jo !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pasada la mitja nit, vaig decidir anar al llit,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vaig agafar el llantió, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jo bufava per apagar, de ell s'ha flama:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De sobte...tota la cera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Ulls, cara, i coll, de ella vaig quedar plena !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___ De seguida vaig pensar, de veritat desesperada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita, Quina cremada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Aigua clara amb vaig tirar, on la cera era enganxada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I amb la ma al cor, tinc que dir... que no vaig patir...cremada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Encare avui, no ho crec, Ja un interrogant constant?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dins del meu cap, a prop de fer una setmana:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Va ser un Ángel?...Va ser un Anima? !¡-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5534906450187647659?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5534906450187647659/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5534906450187647659' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5534906450187647659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5534906450187647659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/11/seria-un-angelseria-un-anima.html' title='!¡  SERIA UN ÁNGEL?...SERIA UN ANIMA !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TNWW7u5QhQI/AAAAAAAAAts/xWmRdp_EtNg/s72-c/DSCN2202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4590944500037357289</id><published>2010-11-01T15:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T16:00:12.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  1  DE NOVEMBRE,  TOT SANTS  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TM7N6j6_IxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nDciJ8hGkJ0/s1600/DSCN2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TM7N6j6_IxI/AAAAAAAAAtk/nDciJ8hGkJ0/s400/DSCN2176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534587398043673362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  PERDÓ  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perdó, perdó, demano jo,  per no seguir la tradició,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A tots els meus, que avui Dia de Tots Sants,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al Cementiri, flors hauria de portar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i un Parenostre resar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivia la meva mare, i no podiem fallar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dos o tres dies avanç, el nínxol a netejar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;posar-li les noves flors, i un temps per a  meditar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mentre ella ho preparava, i estan jo al seu costat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensava !¡ Ai !¡ mare meva, el dia que no i serà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crec (mes no,  estic segura) jo no vindré, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni per netejar el nínxol, ni per una flor posar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si ho pensava de mes jove, de gran ho tinc molt mes clar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Es avui el dia  1  l'unic dia per flors, i mes flors posar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿I un Cementiri de gent,  que et costa sortir, i entrar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sent demà dia de Difunts, a ningú si sol trobar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i amb dona per recordar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una Estrofa d'un Poema en castellà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Dios mio, que solos se quedan los muertos !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crec que si, una inmensa majoria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un Any aura de esperar, perquè li canviîn les flors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per la tomba, visitar...i un Parenostre resar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Mare: jo ho sento i perdó, vull demanar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per no anar al Cementiri,  per una flor no portar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Però el meu cor, un a un, de tots els que esteu allà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ni per un instant dubteu, us ha deixat...D'estimar. !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4590944500037357289?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4590944500037357289/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4590944500037357289' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4175590438268538913</id><published>2010-10-30T22:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T22:30:27.557+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  DECEPCIÓN  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMx8bLuLYnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/j7Uay0_NSEM/s1600/antonia+pelo+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMx8bLuLYnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/j7Uay0_NSEM/s400/antonia+pelo+087.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533934848576283250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vivo mi vida en constante decepción,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si mi cabeza intento levantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No te preocupes !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siempre hay alguien dispuesto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contra el suelo, hacermela reventar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Ahora mismo me acaba de pasar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Este desengaño, esta decepción.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ A alguien extraña, que este perdiendo la razón ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si mi propia sangre, me da de lleno, en el corazón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Quizás el querer hacerme daño, de a la vez, satisfacción ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Dios, es testigo de ello, alli donde más me duele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me atacan siempre, a traición !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas creo que ya no importa, ya tomé una decisión;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Me costará mantenerla?  ¿ será buena solución?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De lo que si estoy segura es que la de hoy, será&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mi, Última... Decepción !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4175590438268538913?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4175590438268538913/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4175590438268538913' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4175590438268538913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4175590438268538913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/decepcion.html' title='!¡  DECEPCIÓN  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMx8bLuLYnI/AAAAAAAAAsc/j7Uay0_NSEM/s72-c/antonia+pelo+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5917258767341787880</id><published>2010-10-24T07:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T12:33:14.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMPDgQQFBJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OZDnVBTHn-c/s1600/DSCN0796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMPDgQQFBJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OZDnVBTHn-c/s400/DSCN0796.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531479726226736274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;EL MEU PIS, EL MEU CARRER, JOAN MARAGALL, 81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son las seis de mañana hoy del día 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la hoja del calendario,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos recuerda para Whisky, y para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un dia para olvidarlo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Te acuerdas de aquel mal rato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoy justo hace dos años?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que en presencia de Abogados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dije bien:__ ya de esta casa nos vamos __&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y alli dejamos las llaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y alli deje...cuarenta años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuantas veces, se me dice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita " hay que olvidarlo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo siento, pero no " no puedo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;los recuerdos de estos años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jamas podre, yo olvidarlos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whisky, ¿ Me estas escuchando ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero vuelvo, la cabeza, Si aqui esta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Justo a los pies de mi cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ pero nada esta escuchando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Felizmente, esta...roncando !¡,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solo se me ocurre a mi, a esta hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Querer hablar, con mi ...gato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5917258767341787880?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5917258767341787880/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5917258767341787880' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5917258767341787880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5917258767341787880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversaciones-con-mi-gato_24.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMPDgQQFBJI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OZDnVBTHn-c/s72-c/DSCN0796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7050373382419855414</id><published>2010-10-23T07:25:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T21:41:57.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  INQUIETA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMJyhIH3AoI/AAAAAAAAApA/6O3OvrBNBCM/s1600/fotos+Sevilla+escritas+nov.2009-69.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMJyhIH3AoI/AAAAAAAAApA/6O3OvrBNBCM/s400/fotos+Sevilla+escritas+nov.2009-69.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531109205806088834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANTONIO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son la seis de la mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puedo estar ya en la cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por mas que me digo _ calma _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Salto al ordenador,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y es para hablarte, Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es mi forma de sacar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de mi cabeza el pesar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No sabia muy bien a que debia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta " Inquietud ", en la cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que esta noche en dar vueltas no paraba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y es tan claro como el agua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Hoy dia 23, cuatro años, cuatro meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu me lo hacias saber !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero de ello, no me olvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo llevo siempre conmigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es lo que queda de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mis recuerdos, que solo son para mi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Hablando con un amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se esforzaba en quererme ayudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haciendo, y haciendo bien.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en hacerme comprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que hay que volver a empezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que el pasado, pasado está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que lo vivido, vivido está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que la vida empieza, cada dia al despertar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que hay que abrir, esta ventana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y muy fuerte respirar...!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te lo prometo cariño no he dejado de pensar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A estas palabras amigas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuerte poderme agarrar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hago cuanto esta en mi mano,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mas no lo puedo evitar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y me ahogo, al abrir esta ventana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y me ahogo, al intentar respirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Si no tuviera, inquietud...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si pudiera...descansar !¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7050373382419855414?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7050373382419855414/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7050373382419855414' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7050373382419855414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7050373382419855414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/inquieta.html' title='!¡  INQUIETA !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TMJyhIH3AoI/AAAAAAAAApA/6O3OvrBNBCM/s72-c/fotos+Sevilla+escritas+nov.2009-69.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-1270945696531114097</id><published>2010-10-17T18:07:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:43:38.899+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLsfWULzdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/xpcB4FPUn5k/s1600/DSCN2135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLsfWULzdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/xpcB4FPUn5k/s400/DSCN2135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529047435763218066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ya lo he dicho, enroscado y roncando se ha quedado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!¡  PERO ES VERDAD, NO SE MUEVE DE MI LADO !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLsPg9hIaII/AAAAAAAAAog/Fj4zHCoxifw/s1600/DSCN1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLsPg9hIaII/AAAAAAAAAog/Fj4zHCoxifw/s400/DSCN1867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529030026471172226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ NO ME LO PUEDO CREER !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whisky !¡__Ven corriendo, lo he llamado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuando esta mañana, la foto yo he encontrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;__ No te lo vas a creer, tu foto tienes, que ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El la ha mirado " PASMAO " ¿Quien es este gato, tan esmirriao ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y entonces yo le explicado, tenias 4 meses, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que Toni, te trajo a mi lado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo no te queria, y me emfadé...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;piensalo mama. El te puede acompañar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si tu dices NO, mañana lo van a ...matar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y a mi...un buen palo me tendrian que haber dado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por tu compañia haber aceptado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que malo que eras J...R, mas malo que Lucifer!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mientras le hablo, el me mira,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sus ojos,  no aparta de mi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se que me puede entender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si me hablara, me diria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por lo que yo vine a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi misión yo la cumpli !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ No era la de acompañar ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pues dejame ya ...descansar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y se queda dormido un buen rato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO SE PUEDE CONVERSAR, CON MI GATO !¡v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1270945696531114097?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1270945696531114097/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1270945696531114097' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1270945696531114097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1270945696531114097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/conversaciones-con-mi-gato_17.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLsfWULzdpI/AAAAAAAAAow/xpcB4FPUn5k/s72-c/DSCN2135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2499129881919125818</id><published>2010-10-13T11:32:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:26:39.234+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  PARLANT DE FESTA MAJOR  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLV9-dldr8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tE9saQWVYoo/s1600/DSCN2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLV9-dldr8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tE9saQWVYoo/s400/DSCN2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527462629714276290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡   FESTA TRASLLADADA, FESTA ESGARRADA  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cara de " boba " i possat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan la ( foto )  jo i trovat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per res del mon, la buscava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Però ma vingut be la troballa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Del Nostre Ajuntament,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amb tot, un Senyor Regidor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parlàvem de la qüestió !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___Deia jo, abans per la Festa Major;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la Plaça de la Vila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" banderetes " i posaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quan la tarima, muntaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;___ Mes Ell, amb deia que NO, que no,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; jo no he vist mai,  res de això...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dons jo tenia raó, No son pernils ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el que penja dels fils...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;son, " banderetes "lo que en el fons , i veig jo !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Senyor Regidor, Senyor Regidor !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 anys potser, tindria jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Però tocant la nostre FESTA MAJOR !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crec que memoria, Historica, en tinc jo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I aquesta prova amb tota, humilitat&lt;br /&gt;demostra, que " ho sento " però Vostè&lt;br /&gt;estaba del tot...Equivocat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2499129881919125818?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2499129881919125818/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2499129881919125818' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2499129881919125818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2499129881919125818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/parlant-de-festa-major.html' title='!¡  PARLANT DE FESTA MAJOR  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLV9-dldr8I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/tE9saQWVYoo/s72-c/DSCN2131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-876226780098900107</id><published>2010-10-11T12:21:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:17:34.736+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  ES ANGOIXA ?.. NO.. ES ENVEJA  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLLlnCcwPLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I-mJ_GY9_Tw/s1600/DSCN1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLLlnCcwPLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I-mJ_GY9_Tw/s400/DSCN1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526732151572151474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, es pas per fer mal, !¡ però, es enveja !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enveja, dins el meu cap, que no em deixa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que m'ofega, que jo vull respirar,  i que tant sols puc cridar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ T'envejo a Tu !¡   !¡  També a Tu !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que al teu costat, tens una ma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que tens unes galtes, per poder besar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que sens el teu cor, bategà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que ets plena de juventut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que les ganes de viure, no has perdut,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que tens, pares, company, fills,   amics de debò germans...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que no ten adones, !¡ Que jo tinc buides les mans !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que penses, que parles, que esperes, amb il-lusió el demà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que no t'interesa, si tinc ganes de plora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que no saps de mi, si jo amb puc controlar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que que no saps, de mi, que al anar, jo a dormir, no voldria despertar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A TU, que tens poca vida, o be tanta, per jo poder-te enveja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dins del meu cap, un gran núvol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sols plorant, sa aclarirà,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ No amb deixo de preguntar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;podrà el meu cor trasformar ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la amargor, que jo sento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dolçament...aquesta enveja amb treurà ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-876226780098900107?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/876226780098900107/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=876226780098900107' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/876226780098900107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/876226780098900107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/es-angoixa-no-es-enveja.html' title='!¡  ES ANGOIXA ?.. NO.. ES ENVEJA  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLLlnCcwPLI/AAAAAAAAAnM/I-mJ_GY9_Tw/s72-c/DSCN1963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8670709883158816474</id><published>2010-10-09T13:29:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T14:05:03.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!¡  FESTA DE TARDOR 2010 !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLBSbp8zGoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/H61nwE7qROQ/s1600/festa+major+octubre.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526007377854405250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLBSbp8zGoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/H61nwE7qROQ/s400/festa+major+octubre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; !¡ SANT FELIU DE LLOBREGAT !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNA CIUTAT SENSE FESTA MAJOR ?..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ FESTES DE PRIMAVERA !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ FESTES D'AGOST !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ FESTES DE TARDOR !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dons, No, no tenim !¡ FESTA MAJOR !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquesta Festa d'ara, !¡ FESTE DE TARDOR !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es celebra per Honrar, al nostre Copatró&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo que soc " FAN " de la nostre tradició,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amb faig aquesta, reflecció.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ Quan el meu fill, amb diu,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu en el segle passat mare,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;has quedat, " aparcada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LLavors penso aixi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si en el segle, XXl any 2010.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una Empresa, te un primer, Director...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es el que  li va al darrera,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;qui Gaudeix del Bo i Millor ???.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No vull pas faltar al respecte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Del Nostre Patró, Sant Llorenç&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ni meys de Sant Rarimi;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ Que en quedi constància aixi . !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( Faig una compareció,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de aquesta generació )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Ciutats com, MOLINS DE REI:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SANT JUST D'ESVERN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I TAMBE, SANT JOAN DESPÍ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ Celebren la seva !¡ Festa Major !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El dia del seu Patró !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Sant Feliu, Cap de Partit:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ Preciosa Ciutat de la Rosa !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No podem, i aquesta es la qüestió...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ TENIR LA NOSTRE... FESTE MAJOR ??????...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8670709883158816474?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8670709883158816474/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8670709883158816474' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8670709883158816474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8670709883158816474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/10/festa-de-tardor-2010.html' title='!!¡  FESTA DE TARDOR 2010 !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TLBSbp8zGoI/AAAAAAAAAm0/H61nwE7qROQ/s72-c/festa+major+octubre.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5119750047408152360</id><published>2010-09-26T22:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:18:17.111+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  VIVIR !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJ-xXZ8tlvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0f4c8hD18Cg/s1600/DSCN1995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJ-xXZ8tlvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0f4c8hD18Cg/s400/DSCN1995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521326683840157426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿vivir, que es vivir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás pasar de la gente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás dejar pasar los dias, simplemente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás mentir,  diciendo que nada te sorprende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿cuando la persona que mas quieres, no deja de sorprenderte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás este, dolida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás no ver una salida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás no saber, comprender mi vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás ser rebelde, con un ser que por él,  mi vida yo daria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás como él dice de mi vida?  ¿una pura tonteria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás alguien me pueda, aconsejar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás alguien, " del Siglo pasado donde me he aparcado" me pueda sacar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás alguien me pueda enseñar,  del Hospital ingresos,  yo pueda evitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quizás alguien de mi gran incultura e ignorancia, pueda algo arreglar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Si a todo esto, que gira en torno a mi;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si a todo esto, se llama vivir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Que Dios me perdone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por toda esta ira, alojada...en mi  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5119750047408152360?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5119750047408152360/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=5119750047408152360' title='3 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5119750047408152360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/5119750047408152360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/09/vivir.html' title='!¡  VIVIR !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJ-xXZ8tlvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/0f4c8hD18Cg/s72-c/DSCN1995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8895066730847092143</id><published>2010-09-22T18:21:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T19:09:02.809+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡   DE TU, A TU  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJo3ee0rSrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0kGOR_-zFzs/s1600/DSCN1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJo3ee0rSrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0kGOR_-zFzs/s400/DSCN1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519785290105572018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Romeria a Montserrat, 3 de setembre 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Santa Maria, Mare de Deu !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Montserrat, Estel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eren las 7 de aquest mati,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quant del Santuari:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he seguit, el camí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Començava a clareja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mirant el Cel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se accelerava, el meu respirar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ La porta oberta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per poder-te visitar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma convidat, sense un dubte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al teu Cambril, arribar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 minuts, 10 minuts, gloriosos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que !¡ cara, a cara, de Tu a tu !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La teva ma, amb la meva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I els teus Ulls, mirant els meus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te parlat o, Verge Santa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Igual que a la meva mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I se que mas escoltat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ El meu cor, Ple de la teva Bondad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dels meus ulls, les llàgrimes, han brollat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no han estat, llàgrimes de pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Per una vegada, han estat...de Felicitat !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que te aquesta Muntanya,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apart de turons, serrats ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Qui es faci, aquesta pregunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es perquè...No T'ha  Trobat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8895066730847092143?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8895066730847092143/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8895066730847092143' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8895066730847092143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8895066730847092143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/09/de-tu-tu.html' title='!¡   DE TU, A TU  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJo3ee0rSrI/AAAAAAAAAmM/0kGOR_-zFzs/s72-c/DSCN1934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-2190609296051309378</id><published>2010-09-20T22:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T23:46:03.816+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJfJ3T0NcHI/AAAAAAAAAlk/FuX3yn5Ma7Q/s1600/DSCN0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TJfJ3T0NcHI/AAAAAAAAAlk/FuX3yn5Ma7Q/s400/DSCN0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519101820415078514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;!! APROVECHANDO QUE TE VEO MEDIO DORMIDO TE CONTARE ALGO MIO !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; ( PARA ANTONIO )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Desde hace unos meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que yo menos queria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vengo haciendo, cada dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con mis ojos, voy siguiendo la pared:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde yo te deje un dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te deje alli...adentro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y han pasado cuatro años;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Creo que el destino, es cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al ponerme a mi, a prueba:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obligandome a mirar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada una de estas piedras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que al igual que una locura;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Son de ti la...sepultura !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Seguro que estas ahi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Te dejamos, te taparon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en tu caja, unas rosas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Esto fue lo que yo vi !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !¡ Pero al pasar, cada dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas si cabe, pienso en ti:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En tus besos, tus abrazos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tu cariño hacia mi !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y entonces, !¡ Yo me doy cuenta !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿fue un sueño lo que yo vi ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es imposible cariño:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que yo te dejara alli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y si lo hice...perdona;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por estos cuatro años,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que no he estado...Junto a ti !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOY ESCRIBIENDO, Y HABLANDO Y WHISKY ESTA JUNTO A MI,  SU PATA EN SU CABEZA ES SIGNO, " SIN CONFUSIÓN " QUE ES EL  FINAL POR HOY, DE NUESTRA CONVERSACIÓN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-2190609296051309378?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/2190609296051309378/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=2190609296051309378' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2190609296051309378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/2190609296051309378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!!  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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TI4hZZxvxZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7ECvTe7M9TE/s1600/DSCN1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516383313875420562" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TI4hZZxvxZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7ECvTe7M9TE/s400/DSCN1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TIzy3w-lYkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/gyB9Pdj6u4A/s1600/DSCN1819.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516050683476140610" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TIzy3w-lYkI/AAAAAAAAAlI/gyB9Pdj6u4A/s400/DSCN1819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; !¡ Avui es Diumenge, a la tarda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;però tan es, un dia o un altre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;la gent passa, lentament;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alguns es paren, mirant el Cartell !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Es ple de colors, blanc, groc, blau...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;també ja el vermell:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son gelats, de gustos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mes que res, per els nens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Els que mes demanen?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;son..els pals de gel !¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que de coses passen, mirant el carrer,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cotxes, motos, bussos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les persones grans, assegudes als bancs,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Les Senyores parlen, dels preus...tot es tant car;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Els Senyors, ( quasi mai ni a un de sol )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i quant sent ajunten mes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dons que si...el Madrid, que si el...Barça;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;es el tema, en qüestió que mai cansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ I quina passada, veure tanta dona embarassada !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si en veus una de passar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Segur, al darrera mes de una passarà !¡&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ De sobte, plou i fa sol !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La olor de la terra mullada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;treu en mi, sentiments,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nous cada vegada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si tanco els ulls, ja no es carrer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tot es prat vert, tot es muntanya,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I...la Caseta de gelats?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;en mig de tot una...Cabana !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;agost, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1076447644010701389?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1076447644010701389/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1076447644010701389' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1076447644010701389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1076447644010701389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/09/caseta-de-gelats.html' title='!¡  CASETA DE GELATS !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TI4hZZxvxZI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/7ECvTe7M9TE/s72-c/DSCN1819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6316322126579936660</id><published>2010-08-29T18:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:00:56.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CASUALIDADES, ¿ DESTINO ?.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THqSzCjdkWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CSmN9Ar9xLo/s1600/DSCN1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THqSzCjdkWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CSmN9Ar9xLo/s400/DSCN1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510878499597816162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño, se muy bien lo que yo digo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Para ello, Verás;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;volvamos, 37 años la vista atras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo con 26 años, y de 7 meses embarazada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Fue un antojo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, fue...una cabezonada !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una charcuteria, en el 96, de la Rambla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se traspasaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y yo, en tenerla noche y dia me empeñaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Lolita pero estas buena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo el mundo comentaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Viendo que ni al mostrador, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con mi "barriga" llegaba !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu me apoyaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y lo conseguimos,  la tienda abrimos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Que como era de esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a los 6 meses, la tuvimos que cerrar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y ahora hoy, quizás el destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frente a esta tienda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otra vez me ha traido:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(vendiendo ahora Helados)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mis ojos no se apartan de esta tienda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de recuerdos, que ya tenia olvidados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Donde está,  esta fuerza mia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de aquellos mis 26 años ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Y tú ahora donde estás ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en un agujero, oscuro, negro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde allí, me...esperarás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Los recuerdos se me clavan, como agujas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es Verdad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero la vista no puedo apartar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De la puerta de esta tienda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En que pensamos, un día:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nuestra vida...cambiar !¡.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THqRZz5lmuI/AAAAAAAAAk4/H2C2EDPu4hE/s1600/DSCN1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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?.'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THqSzCjdkWI/AAAAAAAAAlA/CSmN9Ar9xLo/s72-c/DSCN1816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8364552382193605994</id><published>2010-08-26T17:21:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T18:41:37.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡   AUTOESTIMA  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THaLhv85R9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxRUcuigl4A/s1600/DSCN0127+horoscopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THaLhv85R9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxRUcuigl4A/s400/DSCN0127+horoscopo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509744606058203090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una persona a la cual respeto y aprecio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hace unos dias, muy seriamente me hablo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lolita, me dijo, tienes que aprender;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y sin tiempo que perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a ti misma... a querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todavia me pregunto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Como se puede aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a quererse uno mismo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si esto se lleva al nacer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo no me he querido, nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni siquiera, aprendiendo en un taller.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si ya son 63 los años, que estoy viviendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no lo he aprendido a hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poco tiempo ya me resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para empezarme, a querer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La palabra, Autoestima;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi mente, la traduce, en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" estima " " estimar " dar " ayudar "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de Autoestima, hacia mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni tan solo puedo hablar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No pretendo ser pedante,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en mi forma de expresar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Toda mi vida, un complejo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a otro, me ha solido acompañar!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Mi manera de quitarlo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muy simple...Llorar, llorar y llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Que,  como ahora mismo me siento?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no me cuesta de explicar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soy, de un arbol, una hoja,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al pasar...todos no la dejan de...pisar y de pisar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THaLhv85R9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxRUcuigl4A/s1600/DSCN0127+horoscopo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8364552382193605994?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/THaLhv85R9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/cxRUcuigl4A/s72-c/DSCN0127+horoscopo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8279715765262899830</id><published>2010-08-19T20:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T21:44:21.396+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TG16ypRogeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kVi4Hr6wnFc/s1600/DSCN1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TG16ypRogeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kVi4Hr6wnFc/s400/DSCN1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507192929835844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ UN BESO !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no, y no--  " nos confundamos por favor "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No pido, un beso de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si no, Simplemente eso,...un Beso;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fuerte, que mi mejilla enrojezca;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Suave, como una caricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que lo sienta en mi cara;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero que no, lo parezca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un beso de por si, nada cuesta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni a nada, te compromete;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero tener que pedirlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi si, que me entristece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Por favor, me das un Beso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a mi hijo, le he tenido que pedir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Es que nadie se da cuenta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Es que a nadie le intereso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Si es solo eso, un Beso "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; no creo que por un beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadie se vaya a morir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y para mi, este beso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me ayudaria...a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En mi conversación,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi gato esta pensativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me mira muy fijamente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿Entiendes lo que yo digo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suavemente, noto en mi brazo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un mordisco, y corriendo el se esconde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo al mirarle, le sonrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8279715765262899830?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8279715765262899830/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8279715765262899830' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8279715765262899830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8279715765262899830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/08/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TG16ypRogeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kVi4Hr6wnFc/s72-c/DSCN1855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-5815366653249808614</id><published>2010-08-17T11:41:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T12:13:10.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  2  DE AGOSTO ANIVERSARIO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TGpanC7IJII/AAAAAAAAAkI/nx3D_RapemQ/s1600/DSCN1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TGpanC7IJII/AAAAAAAAAkI/nx3D_RapemQ/s320/DSCN1857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506313121260119170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TGpZzoYrgZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/x3kOoV5mNM4/s1600/DSCN1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TGpZzoYrgZI/AAAAAAAAAkA/x3kOoV5mNM4/s320/DSCN1861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506312237962985874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ 38 son los años, que al casarnos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juramos con Fe, Ante Dios:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....Y hasta que la muerte, nos separe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seguiremos juntos, los dos !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y así fue, la muerte nos separó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y con este ya son cuatro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que en nuestro  Aniversario;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo he quedado yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 de Agosto de 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a las 6 de la tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nos casábamos, tu y yo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como un Presagio del Cielo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Todo el dia llovió, y llovió;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diria incluso, que " Diluvió "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y hoy quiero decirte, amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que en estos cuatro años:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La lluvia de aquel...2 de Agosto;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Toda aquella lluvia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La sigo llorando...Yo !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-5815366653249808614?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/5815366653249808614/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7729481441177039324?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/7729481441177039324/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=7729481441177039324' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7729481441177039324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/7729481441177039324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TGpX7KkRbaI/AAAAAAAAAj4/L3kTje414YA/s72-c/DSCN1861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6849743477706248184</id><published>2010-08-08T17:46:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:09:52.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I PERQUE NO ?.     !¡  LA FESTA MAJOR !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TF_Kv-bz5LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i1tfEhpLw3I/s1600/DSCN1842+BONE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TF_Kv-bz5LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i1tfEhpLw3I/s400/DSCN1842+BONE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503340195232343218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SOC TOSSUDA, POTSER COM UNA MULA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I EL CARTELL QUE M'AGRADARIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HE MUNTAT AMB LA " NOVA TECNOLOGIA "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Potser es cosa de la edat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;però jo ho espero de veritat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fa uns anys, que escric sobre això:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quan arriba agost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;espero amb il-lusió:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veure el Cartell de la Festa Major !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i cada any, un desengany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enguany sembla que la Festa s'anima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta anunciat: Ofici, Sardanes, Vall, Havaneres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo mateix del any passat;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potser mes " disfressat ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perquè Festa de Sant LLorenç ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perquè no, !¡ FESTA MAJOR !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siiii, ja amb se la cançó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la han traslladat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Que a la Ciutat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no queda ningú al Agost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per poder omplir l'Ambalat "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si això fos veritat,( son coses de un temps passat )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quina culpa te el Nostre Patró&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perquè en el seu Dia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;li treguin lo de " FESTA MAJOR "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al octubre, La Petita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o també, de la TARDOR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I es celebra una gran Festa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que Honra al nostre Compatró !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes jo segueixo pensant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;potser perquè ja soc " gran "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la meva Ciutat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sense " FESTA MAJOR "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;definitivament...sa quedat !¡ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6849743477706248184?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/6849743477706248184/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=6849743477706248184' title='2 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6849743477706248184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/6849743477706248184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-perque-no-la-festa-major.html' title='I PERQUE NO ?.     !¡  LA FESTA MAJOR !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TF_Kv-bz5LI/AAAAAAAAAjw/i1tfEhpLw3I/s72-c/DSCN1842+BONE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4753738314678098480</id><published>2010-08-08T17:30:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T11:21:40.351+02:00</updated><title type='text'>LES MEVES COSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ja fa uns anys, vaig decidir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que alguns escrits, que jo feia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;els podia escriure aquí,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se que no se, escriure be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se que no ho mira ningu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes jo, no pretenc res mes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el poder tenir un racó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on el que sento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i no tinc amb qui parlar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poder el meu cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;una mica alliberà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dons, es ple gairebé a arrebossar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El títol, ho deixa clar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ LES MEVES COSES !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No invento el que jo escric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Senzillament es...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el que diria amb un...gran CRIT !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4753738314678098480?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4753738314678098480/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4753738314678098480' title='1 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4753738314678098480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4753738314678098480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/08/les-meves-coses.html' title='LES MEVES COSES'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-7075633629608523520</id><published>2010-06-23T18:01:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T18:34:53.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIVERSARIO !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TCIxjIE5UAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZZUjHbwB_aY/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TCIxjIE5UAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ZZUjHbwB_aY/s400/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486001775623884802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mes de Junio las 9 de la mañana, del dia 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En este mismo instante;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi Mundo, se giró del revés,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y empecé a odiar, con fuerza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de los meses...todos los dias 23 !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya cuatro años han pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en mi corazón:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La herida no se ha cerrado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No me tengo que esforzar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cada noche, cuando me boy a acostar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;revivo cada momento, cada suspiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tu mano entre...las mias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo pendiente, de tus ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hasta que los vi, cerrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al dejar de...respirar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Que senti en este momento ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No lo sabria explicar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Fue dolor, fue impotencia ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ O a caso fueron mis manos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que conforme, te enfriabas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabian mejor, que nadie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tu de mi, te alejabas ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Despues vino, lo peor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no se aparta de mi mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se cumplio, lo que mas me horrorizaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;metido en un agujero yo...te dejaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y sin volver la cabeza, de alli marchaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, no me hagas caso, cariño, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no se lo que digo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo peor no era dejarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lo peor, es el no volver a encontrarte;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Durante el dia, te espero:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por la noche...por la noche desespero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡  Es un vivir, sin razón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que sangra mi corazón,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;temiendo, de cada mes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El " Maldito 23 ".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-7075633629608523520?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;!¡ Con la piel erizada he quedado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al leer el contenido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de un  cigarrillo, analizado !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Nos damos nosotros cuenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;al fumar un cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el daño que está causando? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ POR ACTIVO: El veneno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que nos estamos tomando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POR PASIVO: El que sin pretenderlo, el humo de todos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poquito a poco, en nuestro cuerpo va entrando !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ Sabrán estas madres, en toda su gestación ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que tranquilas...van fumando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que el fruto que llevan dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el humo lo va alterando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿ O las que ya amamantando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siguen fumando y ... fumando ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se que nuestro destino, tenemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ya al momento en que nacemos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que a un nuevo dia, despertar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;le sigue otro a descontar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No forcemos al destino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es sencillo...se trata de voluntad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ En el fondo no, no es tan secillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se,  que muchos pensaran:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero leyendo el cartel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quizas sientan como yo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como se eriza...Su piel !¡¡¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-1152068407293775884?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/1152068407293775884/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=1152068407293775884' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1152068407293775884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/1152068407293775884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/06/tabaco-y-humo.html' title='TABACO Y HUMO'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TBvDNM9AQoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/EXEttE7dP28/s72-c/DSCN1800.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-8972436571234537660</id><published>2010-06-13T19:05:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:03:06.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!!  ME QUITA EL SUEÑO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TBUQCo6ya7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqGAvWip5hs/s1600/DSCN1793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TBUQCo6ya7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqGAvWip5hs/s400/DSCN1793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482305758923221938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cariño, estoy segura...tu no lo ves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero el reloj, del campanario, dice la hora que es;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las 6´30 en la mañana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo he visto, justo al abrir, la ventana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Si,  las 6´30 de un 13 de junio, tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y no sabes, lo que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;daría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por...coger simplemente tu mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por...darte un beso,  que mis labios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;quemaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por...este segundo, en que tus dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secaran &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...que resbalan, cada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor, no me hagas caso... hablo con el corazón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que al tenerlo tan herido, me hace perder la razón&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cuatro, años, justos  el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 23,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;te quedaban hoy 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;días&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, para vivirlos los tres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tu me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;repetías&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...una y otra vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Loli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, no "" llegare a Navidad ""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero yo no siento miedo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Siento... mucho mas,  tu soledad !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y de lleno acertaste, No llegaste a Navidad;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en cuanto a mi...Soledad, lo siento: No puedo hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;las letras ya no las veo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no puedo continuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-8972436571234537660?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/8972436571234537660/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=8972436571234537660' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8972436571234537660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/8972436571234537660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-quita-el-sueno.html' title='!!  ME QUITA EL SUEÑO !!'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TBUQCo6ya7I/AAAAAAAAAi8/FqGAvWip5hs/s72-c/DSCN1793.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-500716141250202590</id><published>2010-06-04T17:12:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:26:52.248+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CORPUS EN SEVILLA  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAkfQkvlByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5r9ns6ht5c/s1600/Imagen+291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478944791274522402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAkfQkvlByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5r9ns6ht5c/s400/Imagen+291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAkei4wWioI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ly-3kxruPlY/s1600/Imagen+288-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478944006372493954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAkei4wWioI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ly-3kxruPlY/s400/Imagen+288-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!¡ SEVILLA, te conoci y me embrujaste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y pienso hoy, en un dia de Corpus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que un año fui a visitarte:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La devoción, Sevillana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se respira en todas partes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Las calles llenas de gente....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y en las calles...los Altares !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balcones en rojo engalanados;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;los conciertos por las calles...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;recordaron mi pasado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿ Por qué nuestras tradiciones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poco a poco van quitando ?.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se lo comente, a mi hijo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ mamá, eres del siglo pasado !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quizas tenga el razón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero siento pena inmensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dentro de mi...corazón.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pienso también que no tanto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por la Celebración:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( El próximo Domingo, tenemos la ocasión )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quiero decirte Sevilla !¡&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que tienes mi corazón;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que un buen día, la andaluza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con mi sangre se juntó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!¡ y como soy Catalana;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quiero que sepas, SEVILLA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que de sangre, eres Hermana....!¡.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 de junio de 2010&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-500716141250202590?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/500716141250202590/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=500716141250202590' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/500716141250202590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/500716141250202590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/06/corpus-en-sevilla.html' title='!¡  CORPUS EN SEVILLA  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAkfQkvlByI/AAAAAAAAAi0/A5r9ns6ht5c/s72-c/Imagen+291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-9085247208103726645</id><published>2010-05-30T19:45:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:30:27.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  TROBADA GEGANTERA  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAKl8zZCwqI/AAAAAAAAAik/InRFIqmZHRo/s1600/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAKl8zZCwqI/AAAAAAAAAik/InRFIqmZHRo/s400/DSCN1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477122560841925282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Dissapte a la tarda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lloc: asseguda a la terrassa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;del Centre Parroquial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al carrer, ja Festa, musica...gresca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;es trobada de Gegants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nostres...i dels Pobles dels voltants;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La canalla només tenen, un delit;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De la Geganta, aixecar-li el vestit  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es pregunten, perquè els gegants son tant alts ?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i es sorprenen, al veure que per cames tenen...pals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ i de sobte, amb veig tant sola, tant gran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;començo jo, a tremolar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la angoixa amb comença ja  a...atrapar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; se que jo tinc que marxar  !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" Perquè no puc acceptar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que la vida, es això;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un camviar sense parar?. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i sento por, por?. don si;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de  no tenir uns braços ferms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on  poder-me, refuixar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i el pensar, que de la vida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voldria poder marxar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-9085247208103726645?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/9085247208103726645/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=9085247208103726645' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/9085247208103726645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/9085247208103726645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/05/normal-0-21-microsoftinternetexplorer4.html' title='!¡  TROBADA GEGANTERA  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TAKl8zZCwqI/AAAAAAAAAik/InRFIqmZHRo/s72-c/DSCN1748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-764209152109167608</id><published>2010-05-29T06:40:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T07:55:03.519+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TACbJGHjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAic/JbjOf7AZTxI/s1600/DSCN1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TACbJGHjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAic/JbjOf7AZTxI/s400/DSCN1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476547727445935058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anoche, cuando en casa entré &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de esta manera, lo encontré:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ pasando de todo,!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(con cara de bobo&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Siento romper, tu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tranquilidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero, " buena vengo " y necesito hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mira estoy muy enfadada, pero no contigo&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta vez, no has hecho nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;dejame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hablar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esta tarde, por la Plaza de la &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a las 20 horas, he pasado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y un GRAN GOLPE DE PELOTA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en mi espalda ha rebotado!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y... que impotencia me ha entrado!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estos  " niños " no quieren jugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!! Estos tiran...a matar !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;por "suerte" a mi cabeza, no ha llegado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otras personas...otras veces, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en ambulancia, se las han llevado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Es cierto mi gato ni se ha inmutado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ seguro que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pensaría&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ¿ pero que me está contando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Habla y habla, sin parar..¿.algo va a solucionar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yo esto también lo he pensado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ que jamas a este " problema "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;le encontrarán solución,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; y es por esta razón... que con mi gato:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tengo  la  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;conversación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-764209152109167608?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/764209152109167608/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=764209152109167608' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/764209152109167608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/764209152109167608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/05/conversaciones-con-mi-gato.html' title='!¡  CONVERSACIONES CON MI GATO  !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/TACbJGHjQ9I/AAAAAAAAAic/JbjOf7AZTxI/s72-c/DSCN1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4690870610042815374</id><published>2010-05-24T18:38:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:03:35.669+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡ DILLUNS DE PASQUA GRANADA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_qsTPoU3AI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3AuA9IKWnVw/s1600/virgen+de+la+salud.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_qsTPoU3AI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3AuA9IKWnVw/s400/virgen+de+la+salud.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474877743635422210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Aquest mati, quan la finestra he obert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el cel tan blau ma sorprès&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i una bona estona,els meus ulls del cel, no he tret !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he començat a pensar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o millor dit, a enyorar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dillus de Pasqua Granada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ SI, als meus... 13, 15, 16 ...anys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tant sols per un moment...poder tornar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i un remet de ginesta, poder jo agafar !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era una gran colla:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feliços, alegres, contents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no teniem patiments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Nostres pares procuraven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no perdre les tradicions !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( tot aixo ja ho fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;les noves generacions )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A les 9 a la Plaça de la Vila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abans ens calia preparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Espardenyes, una bossa, i un entrepà&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que de bon mati la mare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( Al forn de Sant Jordi )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el pa anava a comprar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aigua ?. no calia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a la Salut, a cada pas un broll en sortia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Al arribar allà lo primer, la Verge anar a visità&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I quina mania...Rams, Peus, Cames...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de cera esta clar, eren Promeses que a la Verge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; li anaven a portà.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i no sortiem d'allà...fins tota la volta donar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Desprès feiem les parelles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;un coixinet amb cintes de colors, i una bossa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;portavèm la parella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la bossa la duia, el noi, i posat les cintes ella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ A la tarda cap a casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desprès de haver fet rotllana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amb al Só, de la Tenora, tot ballant una sardana !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ De la finestra jo me apartat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Una certa...amargor a la boca ma quedat!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tota la casa i mirat i remirat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mes ni un remet de ginesta, Avui que es Dillus de Pascua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per cap lloc jo li trobat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;el pa anava a comprar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-4690870610042815374?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/feeds/4690870610042815374/comments/default' title='Comentaris del missatge'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8660871457579464092&amp;postID=4690870610042815374' title='0 comentaris'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4690870610042815374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8660871457579464092/posts/default/4690870610042815374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unasesentona.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-un-remet-de-ginesta-poder-jo-agafar.html' title='!¡ DILLUNS DE PASQUA GRANADA !¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_qsTPoU3AI/AAAAAAAAAiE/3AuA9IKWnVw/s72-c/virgen+de+la+salud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-4102337914098852623</id><published>2010-05-23T16:28:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T17:23:29.594+02:00</updated><title type='text'>!¡  LA SANIDAD PUBLICA !¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_k7-gn2E3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/wfT7moiA0a0/s1600/NUEVOS_HOSPITALES_PUBLICOS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_k7-gn2E3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/wfT7moiA0a0/s400/NUEVOS_HOSPITALES_PUBLICOS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474472767140533106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19 de Mayo, Periodico 20 minutos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cartas a los lectores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escrita por el Sr.Diego Rodrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con el tema: la Sanidad Publica y El Rey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quiero resaltar, la Fuente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de una carta, que quiso la casualidad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hacer a mis manos llegar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reconozco que expresarme yo no sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero al ver esta carta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mi cabeza, afirmaba, cada parrafo al leer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensando que una " encuesta "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se deberia de hacer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creo con sinceridad, sin querer a nadie molestar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que el unico en votar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que a la Sanidad Publica hay que elogiar&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seria su Majestad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por desgracia, durante años&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he vivido, y vivo en el " Tiovivo "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de esta Sanidad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplemente, hace dos meses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que estoy esperando dia y hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para una prueba realizar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y con un " poco de suerte "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;la tendre... en Navidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En cada casa, en cada familia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay un caso similar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Me alegro, por su Majestad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que lo " suyo " no tubiese gravedad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero creo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que  antes de algunas cosas, afirmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pensemos, que estando en Lista de Espera,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;en el camino... muchos se suelen quedar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gracias Sr. Rodrigo por escribir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que a mi, si yo supiera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me gustaria decir....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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!¡'/><author><name>Lolita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11147417668981652956</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_AXR6YooAI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Y_NY2-lCY9k/S220/lolita.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S_k7-gn2E3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/wfT7moiA0a0/s72-c/NUEVOS_HOSPITALES_PUBLICOS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8660871457579464092.post-6400710866604474593</id><published>2010-05-09T17:46:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T18:48:05.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>! ¡ A UN AMIGO IMAGINARIO ! ¡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S-bhrkiT1xI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Xm4RiuZPmrA/s1600/DSCN0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S-bhrkiT1xI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Xm4RiuZPmrA/s400/DSCN0180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469306936146253586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Me lo han dicho muchas veces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que tengo, imaginación:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mas yo creo que son sueños&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lo que hay, en mi corazón !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ya de pequeña...me pasaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yo misma, me preguntaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y a la vez...me contestaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Al hacerme yo mujer !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;el Destino, no supo de mi entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que yo buscaba, a un amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;El mismo que busque ayer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;En la vida NO, he buscado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a un amigo, que en toda conversación&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me diera a mi la razón.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Es...otra cosa, para mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;limpia y hermosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;creo, en esta amistad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y ahora, mas que nunca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tengo la necesidad !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Un amigo, que me diga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¿quieres dejar de llorar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y tener un brazo, amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde poderme apoyar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sin horarios, sin fechas, ni calendarios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ni dias ni noches, solo el poder hablar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y que extendiendo mi mano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poder la suya estrechar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Mas... otra vez, deje volar mi imaginación &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;otra vez el que habla, es mi corazón !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Amigo NO, existes !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y volveré, a mi niñez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;donde yo me preguntaba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y a la vez...me contestaba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hablando, con este amigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;que en mi imaginación estaba..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8660871457579464092-6400710866604474593?l=unasesentona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vXMmBVywybg/S-RH4bmNu1I/AAAAAAAAAgk/jLU2vo7waJ8/s400/DSCN1652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468574882340911954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!¡ Hoy una rosa me han regalado:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sin pedirla...me la han dado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y al momento cariño, he pensado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ponerla junto a ti, en tu retrato !¡&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pero solo un segundo, ha bastado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para que Ella, como acto de rebeldia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;se partiera de su tallo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y vino mi desengaño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pero al momento pensé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tengo que hacer un apaño&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con esta tu rebeldia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y un montaje, preparé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;p
