<?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-8473632066249306522</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:28:18.334-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Todo era tan simple</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-2244075992356997198</id><published>2008-01-14T22:01:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2008-01-14T22:10:48.335-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Tanto</title><content type='html'>¿Como es posible quererte asi?&lt;br /&gt;Deseando tanto tu presencia a mi lado, y tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios, tu boca! Con esos sabores tan nuevos que descubri hace dos lunas...&lt;br /&gt;Como deseo morir en tu boca, y darte todo esto que siento por ti, y sentir que sientes lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso puedo llamarte mio cuando a cada palpitar siento que te amo tanto?&lt;br /&gt;¿Puedo llamarte mio por amar asi tus manos que construyeron en mi tanta playa, tanto mar?&lt;br /&gt;"Sin querer te fui cediendo una otra vez mi tiempo (...)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te siento, te quiero...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-2244075992356997198?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2244075992356997198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=2244075992356997198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/2244075992356997198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/2244075992356997198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2008/01/tanto.html' title='Tanto'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-4513939709852905160</id><published>2008-01-01T00:01:00.001-04:30</published><updated>2008-01-01T00:13:05.399-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Hasta que la muerte nos separe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solo se que te extraño.&lt;br /&gt;Que mis imperfecciones me han llevado a pensar que eres para mi,&lt;br /&gt;asi como las nubes del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;aunque el cielo muchas veces esta despejado,&lt;br /&gt;y otras veces lleno de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te extraño tanto que si algun día pudiera,&lt;br /&gt;te daria todo lo que tengo de mi,&lt;br /&gt;aun quedandome en las peores de las miserias.&lt;br /&gt;Pero te estoy amando, eso es suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;al menos por unas horas.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que llega el momento en que me tengo que separar de ti y sabes bien que no lo quiero asi, que pudiera encadenarme a tus pies,&lt;br /&gt;si es que asi lo quisieras.&lt;br /&gt;Pero no.&lt;br /&gt;Esto ya no te importa,&lt;br /&gt;porque en estos momentos estas lejos.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que necesito que me abraces.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque no te importe nada,&lt;br /&gt;aunque tengas mil cosas que hacer,&lt;br /&gt;aunque estes a mil millas apartado de mi,&lt;br /&gt;aunque ya no haya Sol,&lt;br /&gt;aunque no haya Luna.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que la muerte nos separe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E&lt;br /&gt;08&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/8473632066249306522-4513939709852905160?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4513939709852905160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=4513939709852905160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4513939709852905160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4513939709852905160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2008/01/hasta-que-la-muerte-nos-separe.html' title='Hasta que la muerte nos separe'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-5238907800311172791</id><published>2007-12-22T22:35:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:38:50.053-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Te extraño</title><content type='html'>El destino hizo lo que quizo de mi.&lt;br /&gt;Nuevamente te has marchado lejos, donde  el espacio es grande.&lt;br /&gt;Te espero como siempre, con mi guitarra en mano e intentando escribir para apaciguar esta soledad y de vez en cuando recibo una llamada tuya que me calma.&lt;br /&gt;Solo te has ido por unas horas.&lt;br /&gt;No es tan simple como creí, eso de extrañarte, pero te extraño.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-5238907800311172791?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5238907800311172791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=5238907800311172791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5238907800311172791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5238907800311172791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/12/te-extrao.html' title='Te extraño'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-240956073733366736</id><published>2007-12-18T20:09:00.000-04:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:15:34.727-04:30</updated><title type='text'>Hasta que te vuelva a ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We just argued, I feel like sh*t.&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera verte y abrazarte.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we argue I just want to hold you, so you can feel my sweet love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you now, but I guess I'll have to wait until I see you again.&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que te vuelva a ver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..E..&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/8473632066249306522-240956073733366736?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/240956073733366736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=240956073733366736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/240956073733366736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/240956073733366736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/12/hasta-que-te-vuelva-ver.html' title='Hasta que te vuelva a ver'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-813079889202914685</id><published>2007-11-29T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:13:00.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>Si supieras cómo se siente extrañarte,&lt;br /&gt;cómo son las horas en que no estas.&lt;br /&gt;Que dependo de ti, quiza.&lt;br /&gt;¿que dependes de mi? No lo sé.&lt;br /&gt;Se siente vacío el aire que respiro,&lt;br /&gt;las horas son más largas y muy grande es la espera,&lt;br /&gt;esa espera cruel de la que siempre te he hablado.&lt;br /&gt;Te irás pronto, y te volveré a esperar, como aquella vez.&lt;br /&gt;Pero esta vez me duele un poco más, no quiero perderte.&lt;br /&gt;Ya te dije, te extrañaré demasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/pavel/track/te+vi" title="'Pavel - Te vi' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Pavel - Te vi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-813079889202914685?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/813079889202914685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=813079889202914685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/813079889202914685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/813079889202914685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/11/amor.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-158410935540708291</id><published>2007-11-25T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:46:21.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/R0ozW3tDx3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Df_rDhax9Do/s1600-h/No__1_by_mikalux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/R0ozW3tDx3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Df_rDhax9Do/s200/No__1_by_mikalux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136974792972552050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1 año de tus palabras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;12 meses de tus miradas.&lt;br /&gt;52 semanas de tu cariño.&lt;br /&gt;365 días de tu compañía&lt;br /&gt;8760 horas de tu calor.&lt;br /&gt;525600 minutos de tus besos.&lt;br /&gt;31536000 segundos de tus sonrisas.&lt;br /&gt;31536000 nanosegundos de tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;e&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&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/8473632066249306522-158410935540708291?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/158410935540708291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=158410935540708291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/158410935540708291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/158410935540708291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/11/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/R0ozW3tDx3I/AAAAAAAAAD8/Df_rDhax9Do/s72-c/No__1_by_mikalux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-6250158865232454844</id><published>2007-11-23T19:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:11:48.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No lo sé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Llegaste a tiempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que estoy enamorada de ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tus labios, tus manos, y tu sonrisa me llenan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento calor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento llorar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que te amo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento reir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Siento que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;No puedo dejar de pensar en ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-6250158865232454844?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6250158865232454844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=6250158865232454844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6250158865232454844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6250158865232454844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-h.html' title='To H'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-2248108245048547155</id><published>2007-11-02T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:08:23.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplemente no le importa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Todos nos enamoramos...&lt;br /&gt;decimos que es hermoso, y sufrimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caminamos,&lt;br /&gt;bebemos el té de las 15 si no somos de aquí y nos quejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luego vemos gente, que tambien camina,&lt;br /&gt;pero no se queja, que no bebe té y que no le importa nada:&lt;br /&gt;simplemente no le importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entonces el color de mis uñas me causa risa,&lt;br /&gt;con un rojo un poco encendido,&lt;br /&gt;y nos enamoramos.&lt;br /&gt;Creamos de nuestra compañía un consuelo para esta soledad autoimpuesta,&lt;br /&gt;y maldecimos a aquella puta que nos hizo sufrir tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que fue un error,&lt;br /&gt;un error de esos que te hacen aprender porque si.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ya lo he sacado de mi memoria, ya no me importa.&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente no me importa.&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/8473632066249306522-2248108245048547155?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/2248108245048547155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=2248108245048547155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/2248108245048547155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/2248108245048547155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/11/simplemente-no-le-importa.html' title='Simplemente no le importa'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-516994377337085997</id><published>2007-10-08T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T19:18:58.622-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No quiero andar así.</title><content type='html'>Buscando una razon para sonreir, porque hay suficientes para llorar.&lt;br /&gt;La musica esta vez me da la espalda, no es mi compañera como en tantos tiempos tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Trato de hablar esta pena, que quiza compartida sabra menos amarga, pero no logro consolarme.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero andar así, buscando razones para renunciar y no comenzar de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;Y a eso le agrego lo impotente que me siento de que te pude haber hecho sentir mal.  No me sentire mejor, al menos por unos dias estare asi, porque empiezo a pensar que no soy lo que tu siempre has esperado, y que aunque le he intentado, simplemente las cosas no me estan saliendo como espero, como esperamos.&lt;br /&gt;No quiero andar así.&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry ma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Letelier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-516994377337085997?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/516994377337085997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=516994377337085997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/516994377337085997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/516994377337085997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-quiero-andar-as_08.html' title='No quiero andar así.'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-6446146628668186359</id><published>2007-09-30T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:54:57.089-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacia ti</title><content type='html'>Estoy vestida de un color diferente.&lt;br /&gt;No soy la que antes fui.&lt;br /&gt;Me noto cambiada, madura.&lt;br /&gt;Descubri que hay otras cosas más en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;que hacerte el amor es parte de mi nuevo camino,&lt;br /&gt;uno al que ya me he acostumbrado.&lt;br /&gt;Nada es más triste que el momento en que te marchas,&lt;br /&gt;no se, pero no me logro sobreponer.&lt;br /&gt;Pero cada vez que te veo llegar, y veo tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;descubro que hay más de ti en el camino.&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta que me hayas encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;que hayas tomado el primer paso de muchos.&lt;br /&gt;Pero ahora me siento triste, no exactamente porque te has ido,&lt;br /&gt;sino por las piedras en el camino,&lt;br /&gt;uno al que quisiera borrarle las huellas de mis pisadas solitarias,&lt;br /&gt;y quizas poder dejarlas atras y ver hacia donde me dirijo,&lt;br /&gt;pero quisiera que sea hacia ti.&lt;br /&gt;Hacia ti, hacia ti.&lt;br /&gt;Hacia lo bonito, hacia tus abrazos, hacia tu forma de decir te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Letelier&lt;br /&gt;07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-6446146628668186359?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6446146628668186359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=6446146628668186359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6446146628668186359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6446146628668186359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/hacia-ti.html' title='Hacia ti'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-8105619528466773930</id><published>2007-09-28T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T09:58:59.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi más dulce muerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rv0IJGlP31I/AAAAAAAAADs/ALZ_ZBIwFf8/s1600-h/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rv0IJGlP31I/AAAAAAAAADs/ALZ_ZBIwFf8/s320/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115253704241438546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Todo este sentimiento por ti tan fuerte que me quiere salir del cuerpo; te extraño, porque contigo es mio el universo.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero escribir para ti, y este dolor interno por no hacerlo me esta matando cruelmente. Quisiera poder decirte con palabras aquellas lo que un dia me hiciste sentir, y de repente sentirlo fue para mí mi más dulce muerte, porque ya he muerto antes.&lt;br /&gt;He muerto en los labios de extraños que solo han querido de mi parte de lo que ofrezco. Pero tu no, tu eres bendito, como el cielo en dias nublados, eres la parte de mi que siempre he soñado con tener, y cuando sonries cómo me transformas, en alguien mejor, mucho mejor.&lt;br /&gt;Y aunque el mundo sea como sea, y aunque no logre escribir para ti todas esas cosas, todos esos pensamientos que me saben a miel, estoy consciente de que al pasar el tiempo, al pasar los meses, me estoy enamorando mucho más de ti y quiero estar contigo, aunque eso signifique esperar por ti mil años de mi vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Letelier&lt;br /&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-8105619528466773930?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/8105619528466773930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=8105619528466773930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/8105619528466773930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/8105619528466773930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/mi-ms-dulce-muerte.html' title='Mi más dulce muerte'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rv0IJGlP31I/AAAAAAAAADs/ALZ_ZBIwFf8/s72-c/___a_dream_on_our_way_to_death_by_foureyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-7660872334591689245</id><published>2007-09-25T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T22:00:52.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amarte a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Amarte a ti, creador de sueños claros, como si todo y nada estuviera en juego.&lt;br /&gt;Como si dentro del alma se jugara la vida cupido.&lt;br /&gt;Amarte a ti, como que el futuro no tuviera más opción que depender de nosotros y de nuestro  dolor, tan dulce.&lt;br /&gt;Solo entonces puedo decir que espero por ti, dia y noche, para decirte que te amo, y que todo lo nuestro se simplifica a una sola palabra: AMOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.L.&lt;br /&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-7660872334591689245?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7660872334591689245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=7660872334591689245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/7660872334591689245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/7660872334591689245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/amarte-ti.html' title='Amarte a ti'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-5049600593105364596</id><published>2007-09-19T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T21:55:08.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Para qué sufrir</title><content type='html'>Debo reconocer que a pesar de los meses que han pasado quedan en mi retazos de inseguridad. Desde la distancia y todo lo que he dado de mi, no he podido escribir una cancion que salga de mi caverna de pensamientos y todo porque un dia decidi amar sin condiciones.&lt;br /&gt;Hoy tomo responsablemente la misma decisión, porque sé que a pesar de todo no me moriré de amor. Temeré perder, pero al final para qué sufrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsa Letelier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-5049600593105364596?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5049600593105364596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=5049600593105364596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5049600593105364596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5049600593105364596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/para-qu-sufrir.html' title='Para qué sufrir'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-6847547800934353894</id><published>2007-09-09T14:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T17:08:28.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Necesidad total y macabra de escribir sobre ti</title><content type='html'>De nuevo y con ansias recurro a tus brazos suplicantes.&lt;br /&gt;La razon y la madurez se me han escapado de las manos.&lt;br /&gt;Camino entre el tumulto de sentimientos extraños,&lt;br /&gt;y en medio de todo esta tu cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo deseo tu cuerpo desnudo y tranquilo,&lt;br /&gt;que se posa sobre mi cual hoja en el agua,&lt;br /&gt;respirando mi aire, suspirando amor,&lt;br /&gt;haciendo mis sueños realidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.L.&lt;br /&gt;07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-6847547800934353894?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6847547800934353894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=6847547800934353894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6847547800934353894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6847547800934353894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/sentimientos-extraos.html' title='Necesidad total y macabra de escribir sobre ti'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-6898690078412335405</id><published>2007-09-02T00:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:26:17.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lista para el amor</title><content type='html'>Esto es algo dedicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rto6nSlKKTI/AAAAAAAAADc/awPd3IpXEM0/s1600-h/Your_my_Heart_by_pAiXAuM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rto6nSlKKTI/AAAAAAAAADc/awPd3IpXEM0/s320/Your_my_Heart_by_pAiXAuM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105457574254881074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready for Love&lt;br /&gt;By India Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you hiding from me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd quickly give my freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To be held in your captivity&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the joy and the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all the time that it takes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to stay in your good grace&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're not ready for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe you think I need to learn maturity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say watch what you ask for&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause you might receive &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you ask me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll say the same thing&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you please lend me your ear?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't complain &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need you to acknowledge I am here&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give me half a chance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll prove this to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I will be patient, kind, faithful and true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a man who loves music&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man who loves art&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect's the spirit world&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thinks with his heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll take me in your hands&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will learn what you teach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And do the best that I can&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here with an offering of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My Eyes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what is enough&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove I am ready for love&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-6898690078412335405?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6898690078412335405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=6898690078412335405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6898690078412335405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6898690078412335405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/09/lista-para-el-amor.html' title='Lista para el amor'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rto6nSlKKTI/AAAAAAAAADc/awPd3IpXEM0/s72-c/Your_my_Heart_by_pAiXAuM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-5039571925224503459</id><published>2007-08-30T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T23:35:35.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para un amigo, para un amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;e dieron ganas de escribir hoy para ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mis dias se han pasado entre lagrimas y risas,&lt;br /&gt;entre ganas de abrazarte y besarte y decirte que te amo.&lt;br /&gt;La distancia que hoy nos separa es corta,&lt;br /&gt;con relacion a años anteriores cuando aun no te conocia,&lt;br /&gt;y sin embargo se siente mas grande que mil viajes a la luna...&lt;br /&gt;que se yo.&lt;br /&gt;Solo se que cada vez que miro al cielo pienso en ti,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que llueve pienso en ti y en aquellos dias de lluvia donde nos demostramos amor.&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez tengo ganas de llorar,&lt;br /&gt;pero es que tanto amor que tengo para darte no me cabe en el pecho;&lt;br /&gt;siento que si no te veo, no te tengo,&lt;br /&gt;no se que sera de mi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;El aire me falta cada vez que necesito de tu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pense que escuchar tu voz seria parte de los placeres que tiene la vida,&lt;br /&gt;esa voz que me hace tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Necesito tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;tu sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;tus labios,&lt;br /&gt;tu toque celestial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elsa Letelier A.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-5039571925224503459?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5039571925224503459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=5039571925224503459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5039571925224503459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5039571925224503459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/carta-para-un-amigo-para-un-amor.html' title='Carta para un amigo, para un amor...'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-4024011212788382583</id><published>2007-08-18T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:32:33.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsdtPClKKSI/AAAAAAAAADU/fe4FQziLgMU/s1600-h/I_can__t_keep_you_far_away_____by_Patetiko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsdtPClKKSI/AAAAAAAAADU/fe4FQziLgMU/s320/I_can__t_keep_you_far_away_____by_Patetiko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100165208178567458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Se hacen segundos las horas en que estás aqui,&lt;br /&gt;cada vez ya nada me alcanza, solo con tenerte;&lt;br /&gt;tu voz, tus palabras!&lt;br /&gt;Y no entiendes,&lt;br /&gt;crees que mis lágrimas son un juego de niños,&lt;br /&gt;aunque dentro de ellas no hay más que días pintados de gris,&lt;br /&gt;con el color de tu ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;Solo tengo que esperar,&lt;br /&gt;y tratar con mi magia abrir tus puertas y entrar en ti.&lt;br /&gt;Pero me desespero&lt;br /&gt;y en la agonía de la música se sellan mis labios&lt;br /&gt;y no tengo más remedio que callar.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces te marchas&lt;br /&gt;y contigo se van las pocas palabras que te dije,&lt;br /&gt;y las que no, se quedan en mi mente, lastimándome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.L.&lt;br /&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-4024011212788382583?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4024011212788382583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=4024011212788382583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4024011212788382583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4024011212788382583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/magia.html' title='Magia'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsdtPClKKSI/AAAAAAAAADU/fe4FQziLgMU/s72-c/I_can__t_keep_you_far_away_____by_Patetiko.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-5527642052140501006</id><published>2007-08-16T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:25:52.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>De tu boca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsUUFylKKQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0SQrqOMb0Y8/s1600-h/On_the_sunny_side_of_life_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsUUFylKKQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0SQrqOMb0Y8/s320/On_the_sunny_side_of_life_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099504242776484098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dejare mi misterio para un futuro incierto,&lt;br /&gt;¿qué pasará despues que me descubras, y que veas que soy solo una mortal, en busca de algo que ya he encontrado?&lt;br /&gt;No sé qué piensas, me lleno de dudas, y de miedo.&lt;br /&gt;Tengo miedo, mucho miedo, lo unico que quiero es vivir, pero no sin ti.&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás? No te encuentro.&lt;br /&gt;Te alejas de mi y no te encuentro;&lt;br /&gt;te quiero, te amo y te deseo.&lt;br /&gt;Eres mi mejor  poesia, de esa que no se puede escribir,&lt;br /&gt;pero si sentir, escuchar.&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde estás? Te pierdo, siento que te pierdo, quedate.&lt;br /&gt;Sólo quedate, hazme de tus brazos, de tu música, de tu boca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-5527642052140501006?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5527642052140501006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=5527642052140501006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5527642052140501006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5527642052140501006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/de-tu-boca.html' title='De tu boca'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsUUFylKKQI/AAAAAAAAADE/0SQrqOMb0Y8/s72-c/On_the_sunny_side_of_life_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-3064224202644925502</id><published>2007-08-16T20:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T18:33:43.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ella es</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsT-EilKKPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_GloJ1IbASo/s1600-h/flower_mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsT-EilKKPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_GloJ1IbASo/s320/flower_mouth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099480032045836530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cuidaré de tu corazón,&lt;br /&gt;como tu cuidas el corazón mio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaré de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;como la mejor historia jamás contada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaré de tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;pues ella es la portadora de mi mayor alegría.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaré de tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;pues ella es quien me da la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidaré de tu boca,&lt;br /&gt;pues de ella nacen tantos sueños y verdadades,&lt;br /&gt;como el amor que te tengo,&lt;br /&gt;como el amor que vive en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;E.L.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-3064224202644925502?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3064224202644925502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=3064224202644925502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/3064224202644925502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/3064224202644925502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/ella-es.html' title='Ella es'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/RsT-EilKKPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_GloJ1IbASo/s72-c/flower_mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-455079230566075623</id><published>2007-08-12T10:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:26:55.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Donde estarás?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rr8YXglkAjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sG6Em0TSwLI/s1600-h/Uupss_I_Drop_My_Umbrellaaa_by_fight_for_gatsbys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rr8YXglkAjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sG6Em0TSwLI/s320/Uupss_I_Drop_My_Umbrellaaa_by_fight_for_gatsbys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097820095370232370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;¿Donde estarás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En mis sueños o en mis lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;en mi corazon o en mis zapatos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estarás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las lágrimas que derramé&lt;br /&gt;o en un rincón buscando mis alas que se rompieron por tu ironía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estarás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al lado del escondite donde tantas veces nos amamos buscando esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;o allí mismo buscando una forma de comenzar de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estarás?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehaciendo mi corazón, construyendo el tuyo;&lt;br /&gt;buscando una razón para que no nos lastimemos más.&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;E.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;07&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/enrique+bunbury/track/un+bast%c3%b3n+para+tu+coraz%c3%b3n" title="'Enrique Bunbury - Un Bastón Para Tu Corazón' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Enrique Bunbury - Un Bastón Para Tu Corazón&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-455079230566075623?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/455079230566075623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=455079230566075623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/455079230566075623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/455079230566075623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/donde-estars.html' title='¿Donde estarás?'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_YCENxqce_ug/Rr8YXglkAjI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sG6Em0TSwLI/s72-c/Uupss_I_Drop_My_Umbrellaaa_by_fight_for_gatsbys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-9014814938827438749</id><published>2007-08-10T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T09:59:33.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucked...</title><content type='html'>El dia esta frio.&lt;br /&gt;Todavia recuerdo los dias en que senti frio y no estabas tu.&lt;br /&gt;It sucked...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-9014814938827438749?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/9014814938827438749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=9014814938827438749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/9014814938827438749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/9014814938827438749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-sucked.html' title='It sucked...'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-3072215568015723409</id><published>2007-08-06T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T22:20:30.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No debi llamarte; solamente no queria que te fueras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tal vez volver a escribir sera lo mas dificil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o quiza dedicarte una que otra cancion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tal vez verte marchar cada vez que nos enojamos es lo mas dificil, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o a lo mejor resistirme a estas ganas de llamarte para saber como has llegado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Y resulta que estas bien, pero no me llamaste, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y me consumen los segundos que pasan y tu sin querer saber de mi, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me dices que estas bien con una respuesta algo fria, y me despido de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahora me quedo frente a la computadora, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;esperando cualquier signo que me diga que estas por ahi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que me quieres y me extrañas como siempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y que a pesar de que puedo ser un tanto paranoica, you still care....&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;E.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-3072215568015723409?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/3072215568015723409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=3072215568015723409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/3072215568015723409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/3072215568015723409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-debi-llamarte-solamente-no-queria.html' title='No debi llamarte; solamente no queria que te fueras...'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-5920201995621894856</id><published>2007-08-04T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T18:35:08.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rota por ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Suenan las canciones, se rompen promesas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no estoy rota por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Así tan frágil me sentía que la lluvia y los vientos me iban deshaciendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero no estoy rota por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quiero llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poco a poco las lágrimas van cayendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; quizas es cierto que necesitamos melancolía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E.L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-5920201995621894856?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/5920201995621894856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=5920201995621894856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5920201995621894856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/5920201995621894856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/08/rota-por-ti.html' title='Rota por ti'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-6376505855415958865</id><published>2007-07-09T14:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T15:05:58.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deseos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como desearia que estuvieras aqui!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que hicieras mas soportables estos dias &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;en que la sangre se apodera de mis entrañas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que acariciaras mi vientre y me hicieras el amor con solo una sonrisa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como deseria que estuvieras aqui!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me brindaras tus canciones y melodias &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;al decirme que me quieres o que me amas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y me ayudaras quiza a recobrar mis fuerzas que se han ido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no porque quiero, sino porque cuando llega la hora &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;el mundo se ensaña conmigo y me pide que me vaya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No quiero huir, quiero estar contigo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y abrazarte y besarte;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y decirte que soy tan tuya como la lluvia que cae cuando estamos solos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elsa Letelier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07&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/8473632066249306522-6376505855415958865?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/6376505855415958865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=6376505855415958865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6376505855415958865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/6376505855415958865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/07/deseos.html' title='Deseos'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-7260650218689086592</id><published>2007-05-12T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T22:40:44.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up from where I left...</title><content type='html'>So I said I wanted to write again... I'll make this a diary... some thoughts will be displayed here... some of them will be censored and will be only in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening a song called Aint no sunshine by Paul Brown... Its nice...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit bored... have nothing to do actually.... I've been watching videos in Youtube...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love with anime... Maybe this will cheer me up and will get me going...&lt;br /&gt;UU... Classes are starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have a lot in my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8473632066249306522-7260650218689086592?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/7260650218689086592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=7260650218689086592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/7260650218689086592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/7260650218689086592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/05/picking-up-from-where-i-left.html' title='Picking up from where I left...'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8473632066249306522.post-4467175373346944643</id><published>2007-05-10T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T15:08:58.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st attempt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a while since things are somewhat normal in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish to travel in time to fix some things that need to be fixed, but then I think that the best way to fix those things is by fixing them now before they get broken.&lt;br /&gt;That is why I'm writing. A few months ago, writing songs or poems were the normal thing to do, at least for me. But I don't know why I just got afraid of doing that, of showing my emotions. I guess that at sometime I felt like I was plagiarizing other people's thoughts. I didn't want to feel that way so I stopped. If you Google me you will find a couple of other blogs I used to write. Names like Callejón 35 or Cocktail represented me on the web and on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a fresh new start...&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so simple back then... I just had to log on and let my thoughts flow through my hands and write and then press Publish. I want that back. This is my 1st attempt.&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/8473632066249306522-4467175373346944643?l=todoeratansimple.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/feeds/4467175373346944643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8473632066249306522&amp;postID=4467175373346944643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4467175373346944643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8473632066249306522/posts/default/4467175373346944643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://todoeratansimple.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-1st-attempt.html' title='My 1st attempt.'/><author><name>Elsa Letelier</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://pitbullzclub.com/otros/elsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
