<?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-64022791129872464</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:08:37.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNIDAD, AMOR Y SENTIMIENTOS III</title><subtitle type='html'>A ti te escribo... oh si... amado mío... a ti que aún no llegas... pero se que estás allí...©</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOOdECRQDUI/AAAAAAAAApI/-3EFVG5Nw0g/s1600-h/eovv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252214283098393922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOOdECRQDUI/AAAAAAAAApI/-3EFVG5Nw0g/s400/eovv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Datos de la autora:&lt;/span&gt; Eileen Odeth Ovalle ©&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Escritora guatemalteca Profesión: Mercadeo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;¡BIENVENIDOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Este blog tiene 810 poemas (Al final puede darle click a "entradas antiguas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;y encontrará mas, porque la página principal solo deja ver 500 versos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mi blog anterior: &lt;a href="http://eileenamoryvida2.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eileenamoryvida2.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Mi siguiente blog: &lt;a href="http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ADVERTENCIA DE PLAGIADORES:&lt;/span&gt; (Solamente para hacerlo público)&lt;br /&gt;Las últimas plagiadoras de muchos de mis poemas en Metroflog.com son:&lt;br /&gt;Copo de nieve 23 y Kamhe_00&lt;br /&gt;y las pongo en evidencia porque hasta firman con sus nombres mis poemas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/64022791129872464-7378569792781365584?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOOdECRQDUI/AAAAAAAAApI/-3EFVG5Nw0g/s72-c/eovv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1613803133266827282</id><published>2009-11-27T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T09:25:56.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota a los plagiadores de poemas:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SxALic3MSVI/AAAAAAAALG0/EXE7N6sUgXw/s1600/foto2+(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408835838963108178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SxALic3MSVI/AAAAAAAALG0/EXE7N6sUgXw/s400/foto2+(53).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HALAGO Y DESAZÓN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La vida de un poeta se entristece&lt;br /&gt;cuando un sueño que brota de su alma&lt;br /&gt;o su historia secreta o confesada…&lt;br /&gt;es robada como una madrugada&lt;br /&gt;por aquel que en su descaro&lt;br /&gt;se ha robado un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;y las líneas de sus versos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;_______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Quiero contarles mis queridos amigos que hasta ahora&lt;br /&gt;he descubierto a varios plagiadores de mis poemas,&lt;br /&gt;que los ponen en sus blogs como si fueran suyos…&lt;br /&gt;porque ellos no saben escribir&lt;br /&gt;y por eso se han robado las líneas de mis versos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los plagiadores son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Plagiadora: Kamhe – Durango México / Taberna del Olvido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metroflog.com/kamhe_00/20091126/6/?pos=&amp;amp;nf=#Msg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.metroflog.com/kamhe_00/20091126/6/?pos=&amp;amp;nf=#Msg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sólo de entrada tiene 7 de mis poemas como suyos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagiador: Tito, Tito27net o Titonet / Blog Descifrando el Alma y otros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tito27net.blog.com.es/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://tito27net.blog.com.es/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tito27net-infovia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://tito27net-infovia.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://secretos-entre-murmullos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://secretos-entre-murmullos.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tiene poemas de mi propiedad como propios en sus blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plagiadora: Zahfira / Blog Espiral de mis Emociones y otros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pasionysensualidad.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://pasionysensualidad.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://espiraldemissemociones.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://espiraldemissemociones.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿Qué podemos hacer ante los plagiadores de poemas?&lt;br /&gt;Creo que como mínimo… PONERLOS EN EVIDENCIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen Ovalle&lt;/em&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/64022791129872464-1613803133266827282?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SxALic3MSVI/AAAAAAAALG0/EXE7N6sUgXw/s72-c/foto2+(53).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1494855215691836937</id><published>2008-11-22T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T06:18:57.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ti que me lees... mi querido lector</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SPjQdwPBolI/AAAAAAAAA_U/A0g4hhyQdVk/s1600-h/image+(348).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258181774537761362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="335" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SPjQdwPBolI/AAAAAAAAA_U/A0g4hhyQdVk/s400/image+(348).jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;... ES PARA TI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si… hoy… estás aquí….&lt;br /&gt;y has venido a compartir&lt;br /&gt;mi propia esencia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy… estás conmigo…&lt;br /&gt;donde voy a tocar cada sentido&lt;br /&gt;para hacerte suspirar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí… en este rincón de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;en la tibia intimidad de lo que he sido…&lt;br /&gt;y en la vasta inmensidad de lo que soy…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En esta dimensión de mil caricias…&lt;br /&gt;...donde quizás…&lt;br /&gt;te llegue a hacer temblar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pueda yo llevarte al valle del silencio&lt;br /&gt;donde tal vez nuestro lamento…&lt;br /&gt;nos quisiera hacer llorar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy… vas a recorrer conmigo&lt;br /&gt;...mis sentimientos…&lt;br /&gt;y mis íntimos secretos escondidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminaremos como desnudos&lt;br /&gt;por las sendas de los sueños…&lt;br /&gt;allí donde callados nos vamos a abrazar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y después en un murmullo…&lt;br /&gt;...casi tocando el cielo….&lt;br /&gt;yo voy a hacerte mío…amor una vez más!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1494855215691836937?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1494855215691836937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1494855215691836937&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1494855215691836937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4467089899733935347</id><published>2008-11-21T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:37:29.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SShBWuF8WDI/AAAAAAAAB90/T3XUjYouCkA/s1600-h/122617uyt7wga0bj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271535222423050290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SShBWuF8WDI/AAAAAAAAB90/T3XUjYouCkA/s200/122617uyt7wga0bj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ven a soñar conmigo a mi nuevo blog,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;vamos a tocar juntos la eternidad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;...que yo estaré esperando por ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.eileenamoryvida3.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64022791129872464-4467089899733935347?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4467089899733935347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4467089899733935347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4467089899733935347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4467089899733935347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/ven-conmigo-volar-mi-nuevo-blog-estar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SShBWuF8WDI/AAAAAAAAB90/T3XUjYouCkA/s72-c/122617uyt7wga0bj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3403685386861261448</id><published>2008-11-21T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:50:28.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdzOVO8EPI/AAAAAAAAB9k/2rHL1ZEo7f0/s1600-h/beso2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271308578915619058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdzOVO8EPI/AAAAAAAAB9k/2rHL1ZEo7f0/s400/beso2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANHELOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con las ganas que tengo de amarte&lt;br /&gt;me falta la vida…&lt;br /&gt;me hacen falta suspiros…&lt;br /&gt;pues todos... están junto a ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tus besos parecen rocío&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;como el néctar brotando al delirio&lt;br /&gt;de mi seducción!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-3403685386861261448?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3403685386861261448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdzOVO8EPI/AAAAAAAAB9k/2rHL1ZEo7f0/s72-c/beso2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7162621164771286444</id><published>2008-11-21T18:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:24:30.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdtRwstEgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/RZDbX_nv31U/s1600-h/1donare8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271302040758063618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdtRwstEgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/RZDbX_nv31U/s400/1donare8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AL HOMBRE DIGNO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son pocos los hombres que llevan&lt;br /&gt;el alma en los ojos…&lt;br /&gt;y aquellos que cruzan la vida&lt;br /&gt;formando valor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ellos merecen los sueños&lt;br /&gt;en cada mirada…&lt;br /&gt;y todos los versos que brotan&lt;br /&gt;de mi corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7162621164771286444?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7162621164771286444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7162621164771286444&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7162621164771286444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7162621164771286444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/al-hombre-digno-son-pocos-los-hombres.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdtRwstEgI/AAAAAAAAB9E/RZDbX_nv31U/s72-c/1donare8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8106775694448939675</id><published>2008-11-21T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:19:52.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdj4eOeNqI/AAAAAAAAB8k/BMGk9cxBxys/s1600-h/as-miss-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271291710698043042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdj4eOeNqI/AAAAAAAAB8k/BMGk9cxBxys/s400/as-miss-27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ANOCHE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te encontré en el eco de mi pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;como murmurando callado en mi soledad…&lt;br /&gt;te abracé sin prisa mi vida en ese desvelo…&lt;br /&gt;tomándote amor en mis brazos en la oscuridad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8106775694448939675?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8106775694448939675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8106775694448939675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8106775694448939675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8106775694448939675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/anoche-te-encontr-el-eco-de-mi.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdj4eOeNqI/AAAAAAAAB8k/BMGk9cxBxys/s72-c/as-miss-27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3070505343100097288</id><published>2008-11-21T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:40:39.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdxFoZhZMI/AAAAAAAAB9U/fyN6zAUwm1E/s1600-h/olhos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271306230418203842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdxFoZhZMI/AAAAAAAAB9U/fyN6zAUwm1E/s400/olhos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdbXr1BRzI/AAAAAAAAB8M/S27uooRinqQ/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque voy a mirarte&lt;br /&gt;entre un beso y la luna…&lt;br /&gt;como habré de adorarte&lt;br /&gt;cuando me hagas soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-3070505343100097288?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3070505343100097288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3070505343100097288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3070505343100097288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3070505343100097288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-porque-voy-mirarte-entre-un-beso-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdxFoZhZMI/AAAAAAAAB9U/fyN6zAUwm1E/s72-c/olhos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3850799423459008930</id><published>2008-11-21T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:33:35.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmZlKz2iI/AAAAAAAAB8s/uF16Npzxnqc/s1600-h/imagen45javz8vf8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271294478520670754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmZlKz2iI/AAAAAAAAB8s/uF16Npzxnqc/s400/imagen45javz8vf8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TE EXTRAÑO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te escribo los versos del alma&lt;br /&gt;a la luz de una vela…&lt;br /&gt;te añoro con fuerza salvaje&lt;br /&gt;y me muero por ti…&lt;br /&gt;las lágrimas brotan calladas&lt;br /&gt;por mis ojos negros…&lt;br /&gt;te extraño y te clamo de nuevo&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3850799423459008930?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3850799423459008930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3850799423459008930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3850799423459008930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3850799423459008930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/te-extrao-te-escribo-los-versos-del.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmZlKz2iI/AAAAAAAAB8s/uF16Npzxnqc/s72-c/imagen45javz8vf8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8358146314909142777</id><published>2008-11-21T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:37:56.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdwdEVDpAI/AAAAAAAAB9M/20dVT96BM38/s1600-h/D_Missing_You_LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271305533541032962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdwdEVDpAI/AAAAAAAAB9M/20dVT96BM38/s400/D_Missing_You_LG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;QUERIÉNDOTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensando en ti… añorándote…&lt;br /&gt;la ternura se me aflora por la piel,&lt;br /&gt;siento ganas de abrazarte…&lt;br /&gt;me dan ganas de besarte…&lt;br /&gt;y suspiro por tenerte junto a mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy buscando con un sueño&lt;br /&gt;donde pueda ver tu rostro…&lt;br /&gt;te contemplo y yo te adoro&lt;br /&gt;y te siento junto a mi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hago lluvia entre tus manos&lt;br /&gt;te derramo mis anhelos…&lt;br /&gt;al sentir que yo te quiero&lt;br /&gt;desde el fondo de mi ser…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordándote… en intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;se me escapa un sentimiento por amor,&lt;br /&gt;y te abrazo con el alma…&lt;br /&gt;se me nublan las miradas…&lt;br /&gt;se me embarga de emoción el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras que recaen&lt;br /&gt;en las líneas de un poema…&lt;br /&gt;ilusiones tan eternas&lt;br /&gt;despertando por tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y unos versos tan callados&lt;br /&gt;que se esconden en mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;y todo este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;abarcando mi querer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-8358146314909142777?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdwdEVDpAI/AAAAAAAAB9M/20dVT96BM38/s72-c/D_Missing_You_LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3929480036057171922</id><published>2008-11-21T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T17:23:46.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSde6WgltzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/8_uvS0r-2t0/s1600-h/SENSUAL-12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271286245428148018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSde6WgltzI/AAAAAAAAB8c/8_uvS0r-2t0/s400/SENSUAL-12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ARREBATO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te miraba despacio&lt;br /&gt;con el sueño del alma…&lt;br /&gt;te tocaba el cabello&lt;br /&gt;como un rayo de luz…&lt;br /&gt;te robé una palabra&lt;br /&gt;mientras tú te callabas&lt;br /&gt;pero tú me robaste&lt;br /&gt;todo mi corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3929480036057171922?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3929480036057171922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3929480036057171922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1759175439842955993</id><published>2008-11-21T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:19:27.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmvYXHAsI/AAAAAAAAB80/Iv02eEeCUhA/s1600-h/10899.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271294853039719106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmvYXHAsI/AAAAAAAAB80/Iv02eEeCUhA/s400/10899.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CALLANDO AL SILENCIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deshilé las sombras&lt;br /&gt;en mis noches más oscuras...&lt;br /&gt;y callé al silencio cuando este quiso hablar…&lt;br /&gt;porque el insistía en pronunciar tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;y yo no quería volver a llorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1759175439842955993?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1759175439842955993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1759175439842955993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1759175439842955993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1759175439842955993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/callando-al-silencio-deshil-las-sombras.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdmvYXHAsI/AAAAAAAAB80/Iv02eEeCUhA/s72-c/10899.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1514280098393986193</id><published>2008-11-21T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:18:28.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSddCzEmNWI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Gl-fVDOyYoU/s1600-h/chica+en+el+balcon+mirando+la+luna[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271284191511065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSddCzEmNWI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Gl-fVDOyYoU/s400/chica+en+el+balcon+mirando+la+luna%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INTERCAMBIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te devuelvo las noches de luna&lt;br /&gt;bañadas de estrellas…&lt;br /&gt;y el ocaso vestido de cielo&lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos de mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te pido de vuelta las horas&lt;br /&gt;dormida en tu pecho…&lt;br /&gt;y aquellos rotundos latidos&lt;br /&gt;queriéndote amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te devuelvo tus manos de fuego&lt;br /&gt;por mi piel de vida…&lt;br /&gt;y el murmullo lejano en la noche&lt;br /&gt;que me habla de ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y te pido de vuelta mi alma&lt;br /&gt;la que te llevaste…&lt;br /&gt;escondida entre cada mirada&lt;br /&gt;llorando por ti…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1514280098393986193?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1514280098393986193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1514280098393986193&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1514280098393986193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1514280098393986193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/intercambio-te-devuelvo-las-noches-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSddCzEmNWI/AAAAAAAAB8U/Gl-fVDOyYoU/s72-c/chica+en+el+balcon+mirando+la+luna%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8831317437768330596</id><published>2008-11-21T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:01:59.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb96eXIwnI/AAAAAAAAB68/8FPTdK0dIBQ/s1600-h/EL+COLOR+DE+TU+AMOR[1].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271179594908090994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb96eXIwnI/AAAAAAAAB68/8FPTdK0dIBQ/s400/EL+COLOR+DE+TU+AMOR%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ACÉRCATE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tengas miedo…&lt;br /&gt;no te haré daño…&lt;br /&gt;tan sólo voy a consentir&lt;br /&gt;…tu alma entera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy a cuidarte…&lt;br /&gt;y a darte un beso…&lt;br /&gt;y voy a hacerte sonreír&lt;br /&gt;… de mil maneras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No te detengas…&lt;br /&gt;...sigue adelante…&lt;br /&gt;porque allí de frente a ti&lt;br /&gt;…voy a abrazarte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la espuma&lt;br /&gt;que hay en los mares…&lt;br /&gt;voy a brotar de lleno por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;…y tus umbrales...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8831317437768330596?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8831317437768330596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8831317437768330596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8831317437768330596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8831317437768330596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/acrcate-no-tengas-miedo-no-te-har-dao.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb96eXIwnI/AAAAAAAAB68/8FPTdK0dIBQ/s72-c/EL+COLOR+DE+TU+AMOR%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2196550233083634299</id><published>2008-11-21T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T18:03:40.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdobtCJgWI/AAAAAAAAB88/D9csDA6d3Cg/s1600-h/reflejo-frio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271296714014818658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdobtCJgWI/AAAAAAAAB88/D9csDA6d3Cg/s400/reflejo-frio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ADENTRO DE MÍ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquí en mi ser…&lt;br /&gt;donde estoy yo…&lt;br /&gt;aquí en mis ojos sabes tú…&lt;br /&gt;te quiero amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a soñar…&lt;br /&gt;a mi rincón…&lt;br /&gt;ven a tocarme despacito&lt;br /&gt;el corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-2196550233083634299?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2196550233083634299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2196550233083634299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2196550233083634299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2196550233083634299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/adentro-de-m-aqu-en-mi-ser-donde-estoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSdobtCJgWI/AAAAAAAAB88/D9csDA6d3Cg/s72-c/reflejo-frio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1280624816795780620</id><published>2008-11-21T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:55:04.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SNlpEmyNq0I/AAAAAAAAAek/CRahQFiR-sc/s1600-h/collage24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249342368528575298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SNlpEmyNq0I/AAAAAAAAAek/CRahQFiR-sc/s400/collage24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SNlmtIG1i2I/AAAAAAAAAeU/dkf-kiBFCUU/s1600-h/collage24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HECHA DE PIEL… HECHA DE AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué llevo en la piel y en los poros…&lt;br /&gt;que logran verterse como un manantial…?&lt;br /&gt;¿qué tengo en mis labios de fuego…&lt;br /&gt;que besan los sueños con intensidad…?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y llevo ese tacto en mis manos…&lt;br /&gt;que me hace palparte… aún sin tocar…&lt;br /&gt;y ese sabor de tus besos…&lt;br /&gt;mezclado en mis labios en la intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1280624816795780620?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1280624816795780620/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1280624816795780620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1280624816795780620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1280624816795780620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/hecha-de-piel-hecha-de-amor-qu-llevo-en.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SNlpEmyNq0I/AAAAAAAAAek/CRahQFiR-sc/s72-c/collage24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2193728099622103268</id><published>2008-11-21T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:04:34.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb31cJspDI/AAAAAAAAB6k/UscQCUeirE8/s1600-h/mujer+llorando[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271172911345738802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb31cJspDI/AAAAAAAAB6k/UscQCUeirE8/s400/mujer+llorando%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI PLEGARIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vengo a mitigar el fuego&lt;br /&gt;que no pude entregarte…&lt;br /&gt;y a encausar los ríos que a su paso&lt;br /&gt;destruyeron los caminos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y vengo a recoger las perlas&lt;br /&gt;caídas de mis ojos…&lt;br /&gt;en las lágrimas nocturnas&lt;br /&gt;de mis noches de silencios…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vengo hoy a afrontar…&lt;br /&gt;mis ansiedades!&lt;br /&gt;y la pena que no duerme&lt;br /&gt;en mis desvelos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más vengo a postrarme&lt;br /&gt;de rodillas….&lt;br /&gt;clamándole a mi Dios&lt;br /&gt;¡…por su consuelo…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb31cJspDI/AAAAAAAAB6k/UscQCUeirE8/s72-c/mujer+llorando%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5768379392742105482</id><published>2008-11-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:54:29.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SLDI49OfzYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MxrlTDK6mA4/s1600-h/MUJER_NOCHE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237907247465483650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SLDI49OfzYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MxrlTDK6mA4/s320/MUJER_NOCHE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PUEDE SER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez soy una sentimental&lt;br /&gt;y estoy hecha de polvo de estrellas&lt;br /&gt;en noches plateadas buscando la mar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O quizás me encuentro fundida&lt;br /&gt;al cosmos de vida…&lt;br /&gt;con la eternidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez el viento me arrulla&lt;br /&gt;desnudo y callado…&lt;br /&gt;en la oscuridad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entonces escribo un poema…&lt;br /&gt;que pinta una estrella…&lt;br /&gt;queriendo brillar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5768379392742105482?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5768379392742105482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5768379392742105482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5768379392742105482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5768379392742105482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/08/puede-ser-tal-vez-soy-una-sentimental-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SLDI49OfzYI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MxrlTDK6mA4/s72-c/MUJER_NOCHE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7277574295521764602</id><published>2008-11-21T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:58:04.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYRLOrGtRI/AAAAAAAAB50/nPHY83R33qU/s1600-h/k.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270919298498868498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYRLOrGtRI/AAAAAAAAB50/nPHY83R33qU/s400/k.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FASCINADA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con sólo verte&lt;br /&gt;se me transpiran las emociones!&lt;br /&gt;y es que me gustas…&lt;br /&gt;…me gustas tanto…&lt;br /&gt;que me enloqueces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7277574295521764602?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7277574295521764602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7277574295521764602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7277574295521764602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7277574295521764602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/fascinada-con-slo-verte-se-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYRLOrGtRI/AAAAAAAAB50/nPHY83R33qU/s72-c/k.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4533471098707801898</id><published>2008-11-20T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:30:24.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYrJ2yFLYI/AAAAAAAAB6E/qWqTJBx_Yw8/s1600-h/SENSUALIDAD[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270947862208130434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYrJ2yFLYI/AAAAAAAAB6E/qWqTJBx_Yw8/s400/SENSUALIDAD%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EROTISMO Y POESÍA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se confunde el erotismo&lt;br /&gt;entre sueños y espejismo,&lt;br /&gt;cuando llego a diluir…&lt;br /&gt;los manjares de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;con las curvas de mi cuerpo...&lt;br /&gt;entre el canto de unos versos&lt;br /&gt;que te quieren consentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4533471098707801898?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4533471098707801898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4533471098707801898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4533471098707801898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4533471098707801898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/erotismo-y-poesa-se-confunde-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYrJ2yFLYI/AAAAAAAAB6E/qWqTJBx_Yw8/s72-c/SENSUALIDAD%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7757823824205369304</id><published>2008-11-20T17:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:42:20.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScA-bqWGQI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uVS9yd6FK0U/s1600-h/hada+estrellas+1[1].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271182961437710594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScA-bqWGQI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uVS9yd6FK0U/s400/hada+estrellas+1%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SI… ME GUSTARÍA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustaría bordar tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;entre mis manos…&lt;br /&gt;o ser la lluvia entre tus cabellos&lt;br /&gt;cuando te bañas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O como luna cuando suspiras&lt;br /&gt;en tus silencios…&lt;br /&gt;y ser la sombra que llega oculta&lt;br /&gt;hacia tus secretos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te esperaría en los tulipanes&lt;br /&gt;en el invierno…&lt;br /&gt;o entre la fuerza que hay en los mares&lt;br /&gt;cuando te sueño…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque cabalgo sobre los vientos&lt;br /&gt;como la vida…&lt;br /&gt;que lleva a cuestas mi alma de fuego&lt;br /&gt;y mi caricia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-7757823824205369304?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7757823824205369304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7757823824205369304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7757823824205369304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7757823824205369304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-me-gustara-me-gustara-bordar-tu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScA-bqWGQI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uVS9yd6FK0U/s72-c/hada+estrellas+1%5B1%5D.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1913607799918716229</id><published>2008-11-20T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:53:03.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYTlob_K1I/AAAAAAAAB58/3rIIX5ut6S4/s1600-h/besofotoja2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270921951114636114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYTlob_K1I/AAAAAAAAB58/3rIIX5ut6S4/s400/besofotoja2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ENTRE NOSOTROS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos el momento&lt;br /&gt;donde nacen los sueños…&lt;br /&gt;somos las miradas…&lt;br /&gt;tan apasionadas…&lt;br /&gt;debajo de un beso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1913607799918716229?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1913607799918716229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1913607799918716229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1913607799918716229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1913607799918716229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/entre-nosotros-somos-el-momento-donde.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYTlob_K1I/AAAAAAAAB58/3rIIX5ut6S4/s72-c/besofotoja2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4855246535633300237</id><published>2008-11-20T17:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:57:22.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScEeY5fFhI/AAAAAAAAB70/HOFNPSOKSN8/s1600-h/qa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271186808986605074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 417px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScEeY5fFhI/AAAAAAAAB70/HOFNPSOKSN8/s400/qa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EN AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meciendo en mi cuerpo las olas&lt;br /&gt;de tus madrugadas…&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en mi pecho mojado…&lt;br /&gt;con lluvia de amor…&lt;br /&gt;me vuelvo caricia y poema&lt;br /&gt;en cada mirada…&lt;br /&gt;que llega a posarse en mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;con tanto candor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&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/64022791129872464-4855246535633300237?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4855246535633300237/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4855246535633300237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4409911277149823238</id><published>2008-11-20T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:21:29.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYM-rLIsPI/AAAAAAAAB5k/XkIE96JVlD4/s1600-h/577313_9056adcc0b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270914684764598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYM-rLIsPI/AAAAAAAAB5k/XkIE96JVlD4/s400/577313_9056adcc0b_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SIENDO VIDA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenemos que ser montañas&lt;br /&gt;de crestas llenas de plenitudes…&lt;br /&gt;o como valles de terciopelo&lt;br /&gt;donde se llena de azul el cielo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debemos ser como el río&lt;br /&gt;que lleva vida por sus caudales&lt;br /&gt;y hacerte mío en un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;cuando me abrazan tus madrigales…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4409911277149823238?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4409911277149823238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4409911277149823238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4409911277149823238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4409911277149823238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/siendo-vida-tenemos-que-ser-montaas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSYM-rLIsPI/AAAAAAAAB5k/XkIE96JVlD4/s72-c/577313_9056adcc0b_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3487500952395344595</id><published>2008-11-20T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T08:56:38.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWUhSKZ6CI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ft8bUV1z3No/s1600-h/1a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270782238439106594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWUhSKZ6CI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ft8bUV1z3No/s400/1a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ACARICIANTE INTIMIDAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplando tu cuerpo extenso&lt;br /&gt;hago una pausa en tus pupilas encendidas...&lt;br /&gt;allí donde coqueta me dibujo&lt;br /&gt;cuando me miras callado y a escondidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dirijo en un suspiro a tus oídos&lt;br /&gt;y te murmuro calladito que te quiero…&lt;br /&gt;voy jugando con mi lengua en tus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;mientras sientes en tu piel cómo respiro…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deslizo... como en ansías a tu boca&lt;br /&gt;a los bordes perfilados en tus labios...&lt;br /&gt;y me encanta su color que me provoca&lt;br /&gt;como pétalos de rosas adorados…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tanto me aprisionas con tus manos&lt;br /&gt;y me acaricias simplemente apasionado...&lt;br /&gt;mientras voy bajando lenta hacia tu cuello&lt;br /&gt;donde puedo respirar tu coqueteo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me encuentro con la cima de tus hombros&lt;br /&gt;tan erguidos corazón… y sólo míos…&lt;br /&gt;voy contando tus lunares tan hermosos&lt;br /&gt;con el paso de mis labios temblorosos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese aroma que me envuelve en su fragancia&lt;br /&gt;...huele a hombre que me siente su mujer...&lt;br /&gt;y los quejidos que se escapan con la danza&lt;br /&gt;de mi boca y de tu cuerpo con mi piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me fascina cómo sientes cada instante&lt;br /&gt;y me enloquece explorar tu desnudez…&lt;br /&gt;me provoca… que me mires y que tiembles&lt;br /&gt;y que pierda en tu calor…la timidez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy al paso de un suspiro y de un latido&lt;br /&gt;voy al ritmo… del gemido de pasión…&lt;br /&gt;mientras bajo… por los valles de tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;y me embriago con tu cuerpo de varón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una pausa… una mirada… un sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;y el silencio nos contempla una vez más…&lt;br /&gt;me sonríes… te murmuro que te quiero&lt;br /&gt;y me pierdo entre tus muslos sin hablar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy despacio… saboreando tu locura…&lt;br /&gt;con mis labios… te presiono con ternura…&lt;br /&gt;y me observas… cómo bebo de tu vida…&lt;br /&gt;con mis ansias... con mi boca y mi caricia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te presiento… casi al borde del delirio&lt;br /&gt;te estremeces con mi boca y su humedad…&lt;br /&gt;te sacudes sin control… te siento mío…&lt;br /&gt;y te recibo delirante en tu explotar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3487500952395344595?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3487500952395344595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3487500952395344595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3487500952395344595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3487500952395344595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/acariciante-en-intimidad-contemplando.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWUhSKZ6CI/AAAAAAAAB5U/Ft8bUV1z3No/s72-c/1a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6100205566234766034</id><published>2008-11-19T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:10:59.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb5S2yk4cI/AAAAAAAAB60/jAg0ppzM8rM/s1600-h/000u052eN0u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271174516224352706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb5S2yk4cI/AAAAAAAAB60/jAg0ppzM8rM/s400/000u052eN0u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AVANZANDO POR FE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El silencio me mira de frente&lt;br /&gt;y el viento me azota la cara…&lt;br /&gt;la ventisca se empeña en cubrirme&lt;br /&gt;de hielo la piel…&lt;br /&gt;el camino se va haciendo lento&lt;br /&gt;oscuro y cansado…&lt;br /&gt;pero llevo en el alma la vida&lt;br /&gt;y la fe en la mirada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;!para continuar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6100205566234766034?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSb5S2yk4cI/AAAAAAAAB60/jAg0ppzM8rM/s72-c/000u052eN0u.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-854969502095086996</id><published>2008-11-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:50:45.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTDMwRYOmI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tkQSmF0q8ys/s1600-h/47276920_dc4fa8c2a6_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270552087813962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTDMwRYOmI/AAAAAAAAB4M/tkQSmF0q8ys/s400/47276920_dc4fa8c2a6_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estaba soñando contigo&lt;br /&gt;…en mi silencio…&lt;br /&gt;y mi alma salió a buscarte&lt;br /&gt;sin preguntar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-854969502095086996?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/854969502095086996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=854969502095086996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8302967440285922104</id><published>2008-11-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:48:43.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWD-HjQSaI/AAAAAAAAB5M/q06y2DvHTBQ/s1600-h/76.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270764042109077922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWD-HjQSaI/AAAAAAAAB5M/q06y2DvHTBQ/s400/76.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;POR SIEMPRE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y de pronto llego a amanecer&lt;br /&gt;en tus ojos claros…&lt;br /&gt;y al beso de tu boca abierta&lt;br /&gt;me llego a mojar…&lt;br /&gt;buscando todo mi querer&lt;br /&gt;en tus manantiales…&lt;br /&gt;segura que te puedo amar&lt;br /&gt;…más nunca olvidar…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-8302967440285922104?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8302967440285922104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8302967440285922104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8302967440285922104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8302967440285922104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/por-siempre-y-de-pronto-llego-amanecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSWD-HjQSaI/AAAAAAAAB5M/q06y2DvHTBQ/s72-c/76.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4174973442508968716</id><published>2008-11-19T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:21:51.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOA-BIt-0EI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eB3Djr2s80I/s1600-h/couple-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251265354755133506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOA-BIt-0EI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eB3Djr2s80I/s320/couple-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; A VECES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces tengo urgencia de saberte cerca&lt;br /&gt;de saberte lleno de mis plenitudes…&lt;br /&gt;de escaparme a solas con tus sentimientos&lt;br /&gt;o esconder mi cuerpo dentro de tu pecho…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces tengo urgencia de sentirte mío…&lt;br /&gt;de contar de nuevo todas tus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;de encontrarte siempre por ese camino&lt;br /&gt;que nos lleva juntos hacia nuestras almas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De tomar tus manos como hiedra fresca…&lt;br /&gt;que se va enredando con mi primavera…&lt;br /&gt;y tenerte a solas hasta que amanezca…&lt;br /&gt;entre el laberinto de mi vida entera!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4174973442508968716?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4174973442508968716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4174973442508968716&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4174973442508968716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4174973442508968716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/09/veces-veces-tengo-urgencia-de-saberte.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SOA-BIt-0EI/AAAAAAAAAkU/eB3Djr2s80I/s72-c/couple-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-321133592853895390</id><published>2008-11-19T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:23:58.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SQJC0eiLrlI/AAAAAAAABKo/3Qs3olxQysc/s1600-h/image+(785).jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260840784039226962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SQJC0eiLrlI/AAAAAAAABKo/3Qs3olxQysc/s400/image+(785).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; HERENCIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heredado de mi madre la ternura...&lt;br /&gt;del amor que me daba cada día,&lt;br /&gt;y tal vez algún rasgo en mi figura...&lt;br /&gt;que me hacen recordar cómo lucía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi padre heredé la valentía...&lt;br /&gt;y la lucha de buscar una salida,&lt;br /&gt;ese ingenio eficaz y aventurero...&lt;br /&gt;permitiéndome alcanzar lo que deseo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heredé de la vida la constancia...&lt;br /&gt;arraigada a través de la experiencia,&lt;br /&gt;aprendí que a pesar de la tormenta...&lt;br /&gt;esta vida siempre va a valer la pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mis abuelos heredé la tolerancia...&lt;br /&gt;tantas cosas enseñadas en mi infancia,&lt;br /&gt;el valor de las canas y los años...&lt;br /&gt;y también a reírme en su regazo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi Dios heredé un nuevo camino...&lt;br /&gt;confiando de que guía mi destino,&lt;br /&gt;la bondad, el perdón y la esperanza...&lt;br /&gt;y aprendí a cantarle una alabanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y heredé del amor de un compañero&lt;br /&gt;la caricia que se entrega en un te quiero,&lt;br /&gt;la vivencia... madurez y la paciencia...&lt;br /&gt;requerida al confrontar desavenencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mis hijos heredé hasta un mundo nuevo!&lt;br /&gt;de alegrías, de osadías y algo bueno...&lt;br /&gt;cuando loca de emoción yo contemplaba,&lt;br /&gt;la inocencia a través de sus miradas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heredé de mis mascotas el delirio....&lt;br /&gt;de reírme con sus gracias como un niño,&lt;br /&gt;y de ver las travesuras con mis hijos...&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que se cruzaban sus caminos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mi trabajo heredé el aprendizaje...&lt;br /&gt;y también aprendí a ser responsable.&lt;br /&gt;A ponerme de pie en cada mañana...&lt;br /&gt;y a entregar lo mejor en mi jornada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y también he heredado con el llanto,&lt;br /&gt;el valor de afrontar los desencantos...&lt;br /&gt;y guardar a pesar del sufrimiento...&lt;br /&gt;la pureza donde crece el sentimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heredé de mis amigos la lealtad!&lt;br /&gt;de decirnos todo el tiempo la verdad,&lt;br /&gt;y también aquella magia y la aventura...&lt;br /&gt;cada vez que cometimos mil locuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De la vida he heredado mi carisma...&lt;br /&gt;del amor las pasiones y caricias...&lt;br /&gt;de mis hijos la alegría y la belleza...&lt;br /&gt;y de mi Dios heredé la fortaleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y tú tienes en tus manos esta herencia...&lt;br /&gt;y hasta a veces pareces no darte cuenta...&lt;br /&gt;por eso les comparto mi experiencia,&lt;br /&gt;segura de que al menos lleve esencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te agradezco Vida mía... tanta herencia!&lt;br /&gt;desatinos y también mi inteligencia...&lt;br /&gt;y permite que esa herencia recibida...&lt;br /&gt;pueda siempre con el mundo compartirla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-321133592853895390?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/321133592853895390/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SQJC0eiLrlI/AAAAAAAABKo/3Qs3olxQysc/s72-c/image+(785).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3966771522343590680</id><published>2008-11-19T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:49:34.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScCrgjjUQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/5wu8Oap8Dcc/s1600-h/1a1a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271184835357135106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SScCrgjjUQI/AAAAAAAAB7s/5wu8Oap8Dcc/s400/1a1a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SENSUALMENTE TUYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sensualidad&lt;br /&gt;se deleita en tu mirada…&lt;br /&gt;se acomoda entre tus muslos&lt;br /&gt;y galopa por tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras tú…&lt;br /&gt;te haces dueño de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;con el paso de tus besos…&lt;br /&gt;y la fuerza de tu ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-3966771522343590680?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3966771522343590680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3966771522343590680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-2782178382057724286</id><published>2008-11-19T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:22:49.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SROvjn4ufBI/AAAAAAAABh0/bYe2wogN3kc/s1600-h/casal-com-rosa-na-mao[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265745415863434258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SROvjn4ufBI/AAAAAAAABh0/bYe2wogN3kc/s400/casal-com-rosa-na-mao%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI NECESIDAD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Necesito contarte un secreto&lt;br /&gt;con mi pensamiento…&lt;br /&gt;y escurrirme sin prisa mi vida&lt;br /&gt;allí junto a ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;necesito brotar como flor&lt;br /&gt;en las sendas de todo tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;y abrigarte con esa caricia&lt;br /&gt;que fluye de mí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es por eso que vengo a escribir&lt;br /&gt;como a sorbos… todo mi sentir…&lt;br /&gt;esperando que el beso del alma&lt;br /&gt;te llegue a cubrir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2782178382057724286?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2782178382057724286/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2782178382057724286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2782178382057724286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2782178382057724286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-necesidad-necesito-contarte-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SROvjn4ufBI/AAAAAAAABh0/bYe2wogN3kc/s72-c/casal-com-rosa-na-mao%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7326830665748832701</id><published>2008-11-19T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:34:28.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNrucQkqRI/AAAAAAAAB10/JWaLXNq7Lew/s1600-h/213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174434557470994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNrucQkqRI/AAAAAAAAB10/JWaLXNq7Lew/s400/213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SI NO NOS TUVIÉRAMOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no fuera por esas noches inundadas de silencios,&lt;br /&gt;o por aquellas horas mordiéndonos los labios…&lt;br /&gt;si no fuera por tus besos preñados de deseos…&lt;br /&gt;o por mi cuerpo desnudo entre tus dedos…&lt;br /&gt;estaríamos buscando entre las sombras&lt;br /&gt;el calor de nuestras almas…&lt;br /&gt;para hacernos el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7326830665748832701?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7326830665748832701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7326830665748832701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7326830665748832701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7326830665748832701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-no-nos-tuviramos-si-no-fuera-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNrucQkqRI/AAAAAAAAB10/JWaLXNq7Lew/s72-c/213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5707560140300802057</id><published>2008-11-19T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:25:09.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SQISbQceTbI/AAAAAAAABI4/xTn5dU0UJdA/s1600-h/motor+de+la+vida[1].bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260787574202322354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SQISbQceTbI/AAAAAAAABI4/xTn5dU0UJdA/s400/motor+de+la+vida%5B1%5D.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CUANDO MI VIDA SE DESPIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algún día cerraré mis ojos&lt;br /&gt;a la luz de la existencia...&lt;br /&gt;y callará mi boca.&lt;br /&gt;los cantos de un poema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algún día quedará en silencio&lt;br /&gt;el suspiro de mi alma...&lt;br /&gt;y quedarán dormidos&lt;br /&gt;los recuerdos que te llaman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La rosa que ahora me engalana&lt;br /&gt;y que ha endulzado tu cariño,&lt;br /&gt;soltará mi amor la última perla...&lt;br /&gt;en las alas adoradas del destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el día en que yo me muera...&lt;br /&gt;me pintaré en la lejanía...&lt;br /&gt;como prosa en primavera...&lt;br /&gt;y una eterna despedida...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen &lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5707560140300802057?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5707560140300802057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5707560140300802057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-8149544979747144872</id><published>2008-11-19T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:52:45.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTQq5KodKI/AAAAAAAAB48/pjs-IDbpXeY/s1600-h/pareja+intima[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270566899248821410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTQq5KodKI/AAAAAAAAB48/pjs-IDbpXeY/s400/pareja+intima%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VEN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deslízate por mi cuello&lt;br /&gt;y detente en mis pezones…&lt;br /&gt;que voy a despertar tu intimidad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTQq5KodKI/AAAAAAAAB48/pjs-IDbpXeY/s72-c/pareja+intima%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5082792016101172027</id><published>2008-11-19T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T07:54:14.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SMfrrQOxURI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nesjzZxrRPU/s1600-h/468862625_0097f9b48c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244419419420053778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="357" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SMfrrQOxURI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nesjzZxrRPU/s320/468862625_0097f9b48c.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;¡MI PRECIOSO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay quien te contemple… caricia de sueños...&lt;br /&gt;hablará de tus ojos… como estrellas de luz…&lt;br /&gt;quien te escuche mi vida… caerá en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;porque la vida canta en tus labios mi amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5082792016101172027?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5082792016101172027/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SMfrrQOxURI/AAAAAAAAAQk/nesjzZxrRPU/s72-c/468862625_0097f9b48c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2833242435858846664</id><published>2008-11-19T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:36:13.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS-zg-QCJI/AAAAAAAAB38/ckByMW87mFo/s1600-h/EROTISMO+(57)[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270547256163960978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS-zg-QCJI/AAAAAAAAB38/ckByMW87mFo/s400/EROTISMO+(57)%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ENREDADOS EN EL SILENCIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos caídos de una estrella&lt;br /&gt;contemplan la luna en mi figura…&lt;br /&gt;mis senos… colinas en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;aflora el capullo de tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y el alba que brilla en tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;parece fluir en la corriente…&lt;br /&gt;que llevo…amor bajo mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;ansiosa… desnuda y empapada…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus manos… refugio de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;adoran mi piel entre tus dedos…&lt;br /&gt;y el tacto pausado de tus besos&lt;br /&gt;despunta a ciegas mi deseo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentidos… pasión y dos suspiros&lt;br /&gt;se enredan amor en el silencio…&lt;br /&gt;y pintas el óleo de mi cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;con ese pincel entre los muslos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las horas desnudas y sin prisa&lt;br /&gt;parecen contar nuestros gemidos,&lt;br /&gt;que caen amor como los ríos…&lt;br /&gt;en todos los pliegues de mi vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a solas nos vamos adhiriendo&lt;br /&gt;perdiendo la calma y el aliento…&lt;br /&gt;sujetos a cada movimiento&lt;br /&gt;del beso…del alma y nuestros cuerpos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2833242435858846664?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2833242435858846664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2833242435858846664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2833242435858846664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2833242435858846664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/enredados-en-el-silencio-tus-ojos-cados.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS-zg-QCJI/AAAAAAAAB38/ckByMW87mFo/s72-c/EROTISMO+(57)%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4709493613588053707</id><published>2008-11-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:55:02.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTRQktAQxI/AAAAAAAAB5E/-dQpNc9rmSw/s1600-h/despertartv1[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270567546590872338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTRQktAQxI/AAAAAAAAB5E/-dQpNc9rmSw/s400/despertartv1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espérame a la vuelta de un poema&lt;br /&gt;que voy a hacer un verso con tu boca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-4709493613588053707?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTRQktAQxI/AAAAAAAAB5E/-dQpNc9rmSw/s72-c/despertartv1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3171706081689993279</id><published>2008-11-19T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:05:09.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS3b5ZnqlI/AAAAAAAAB30/WObruhX_YZM/s1600-h/x1pgliP38XxBL02Rk7sB_Tf_mUe9iMmvVhWczkwQpqWtNUN2F5EFbbnWx_ni24TNg_GVd74izLBoA0HaKcGdV9UI4_lIaGzf5NxOuZmwwboLzmZGlTvWsP8G0leoum5HXQK1HJdxg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270539153822952018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS3b5ZnqlI/AAAAAAAAB30/WObruhX_YZM/s400/x1pgliP38XxBL02Rk7sB_Tf_mUe9iMmvVhWczkwQpqWtNUN2F5EFbbnWx_ni24TNg_GVd74izLBoA0HaKcGdV9UI4_lIaGzf5NxOuZmwwboLzmZGlTvWsP8G0leoum5HXQK1HJdxg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AQUÍ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque estoy aquí…&lt;br /&gt;si…mi amor secreto,&lt;br /&gt;ven a darme un beso…&lt;br /&gt;que muero por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque tengo ganas…&lt;br /&gt;… mi bien…&lt;br /&gt;de entregarte toda la piel&lt;br /&gt;y hacerte soñar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque con un beso&lt;br /&gt;…te daré mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;mientras voy fluyendo&lt;br /&gt;en tu manantial…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/64022791129872464-3171706081689993279?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3171706081689993279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3171706081689993279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3171706081689993279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3171706081689993279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/aqu-porque-estoy-aqu-simi-amor-secreto.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSS3b5ZnqlI/AAAAAAAAB30/WObruhX_YZM/s72-c/x1pgliP38XxBL02Rk7sB_Tf_mUe9iMmvVhWczkwQpqWtNUN2F5EFbbnWx_ni24TNg_GVd74izLBoA0HaKcGdV9UI4_lIaGzf5NxOuZmwwboLzmZGlTvWsP8G0leoum5HXQK1HJdxg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-538915936883174869</id><published>2008-11-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:03:42.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRcj25-KTI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3Iph8c0nIUY/s1600-h/collage21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270439235034163506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRcj25-KTI/AAAAAAAAB3s/3Iph8c0nIUY/s400/collage21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EN LAS NOCHES FRÍAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya es de madrugada… y está haciendo frío…&lt;br /&gt;vamos a abrazarnos con la piel y los sentidos…&lt;br /&gt;…me gusta tu calma… y sentirte mío…&lt;br /&gt;y abrigar mi alma con tu cuerpo que está tibio…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me encanta la noche… huele a tu presencia…&lt;br /&gt;me gusta tu risa y tu silencio cuando piensas…&lt;br /&gt;es un privilegio… cuando estoy contigo…&lt;br /&gt;y cada momento es un tesoro tan querido…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a acurrucarte… en mi pecho abierto…&lt;br /&gt;deja que acaricie cada senda de tu pelo…&lt;br /&gt;siente mi fragancia… siente mi caricia…&lt;br /&gt;la que se desliza por tu cuerpo masculino…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta escaparnos… al rincón de un sueño&lt;br /&gt;cuando nos besamos con la punta de los labios…&lt;br /&gt;y donde tus ojos… parecen luceros…&lt;br /&gt;que alumbran mi vida al saber que yo te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-538915936883174869?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/538915936883174869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=538915936883174869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-679770511650900639</id><published>2008-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:40:06.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRZlXecn6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gm6BQx6bpRU/s1600-h/image+(160).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270435962422075298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRZlXecn6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gm6BQx6bpRU/s400/image+(160).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INCONSCIENCIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a veces hacemos silencio con las palabras&lt;br /&gt;y otras…buscamos miradas en el silencio…&lt;br /&gt;y a solas palpo la sombra de lo que fuiste…&lt;br /&gt;y te observo en el reflejo de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-679770511650900639?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/679770511650900639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=679770511650900639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/679770511650900639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/679770511650900639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/inconsiencia-veces-hacemos-silencio-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRZlXecn6I/AAAAAAAAB3c/Gm6BQx6bpRU/s72-c/image+(160).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8672691820316324417</id><published>2008-11-19T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:50:40.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTCUy9QrYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/-Sj3aNy60VI/s1600-h/collage7ip7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270551126462213506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTCUy9QrYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/-Sj3aNy60VI/s400/collage7ip7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AMOR AUSENTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Déjame adivinarte…&lt;br /&gt;entre las sombras&lt;br /&gt;de mis noches negras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8672691820316324417?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8672691820316324417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8672691820316324417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8672691820316324417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8672691820316324417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/amor-ausente-djame-adivinarte-entre-las.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTCUy9QrYI/AAAAAAAAB4E/-Sj3aNy60VI/s72-c/collage7ip7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7100220593688599523</id><published>2008-11-19T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T18:11:22.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTHKhjwPiI/AAAAAAAAB4k/mmwBb0u2WkM/s1600-h/pareja_cama_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270556447551274530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTHKhjwPiI/AAAAAAAAB4k/mmwBb0u2WkM/s400/pareja_cama_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LLENA DE USTED…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta que mi alma&lt;br /&gt;recoja sus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;me podré dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-7100220593688599523?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7100220593688599523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7100220593688599523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7100220593688599523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7100220593688599523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/llena-de-usted-hasta-que-mi-alma-recoja.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSTHKhjwPiI/AAAAAAAAB4k/mmwBb0u2WkM/s72-c/pareja_cama_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-305435638593259956</id><published>2008-11-18T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:08:13.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOLZXWNsqI/AAAAAAAAB2s/08mQr3JS3og/s1600-h/lde268xg7.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270209256833790626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOLZXWNsqI/AAAAAAAAB2s/08mQr3JS3og/s400/lde268xg7.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DEL CIELO Y SU CONSUELO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A punto de gritar de pena&lt;br /&gt;me abrazó la vida...&lt;br /&gt;al darme como una caricia&lt;br /&gt;un rayo de luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-305435638593259956?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOLZXWNsqI/AAAAAAAAB2s/08mQr3JS3og/s72-c/lde268xg7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7752473495069059036</id><published>2008-11-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:55:05.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_r91l7BI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ayKB6xmfxdw/s1600-h/eterni10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270196382264060946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_r91l7BI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ayKB6xmfxdw/s400/eterni10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SIN LUNA… NI LUZ…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La noche vestida de sueños&lt;br /&gt;anda deambulando…&lt;br /&gt;parece un fantasma nocturno&lt;br /&gt;sin luna… ni luz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solas se encuentra llorando&lt;br /&gt;gotas de rocío…&lt;br /&gt;besando los pétalos blancos&lt;br /&gt;con tanta quietud…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7752473495069059036?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7752473495069059036/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7752473495069059036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7752473495069059036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7752473495069059036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sin-luna-ni-luz-la-noche-vestida-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_r91l7BI/AAAAAAAAB2k/ayKB6xmfxdw/s72-c/eterni10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-590339968318723220</id><published>2008-11-18T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T09:07:03.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNoHoGQLdI/AAAAAAAAB1s/chZ55teWfUk/s1600-h/780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270170469185629650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNoHoGQLdI/AAAAAAAAB1s/chZ55teWfUk/s400/780.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI HOMBRE… TU MUJER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con mi piel de mujer… sobre todos tus sentidos…&lt;br /&gt;con el beso encendido… paso una y otra vez…&lt;br /&gt;encontrando el calor… de tu cuerpo apasionado…&lt;br /&gt;conteniendo el gemido… que provoca tu sabor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy en pos de tu cuerpo…ese mismo que haré mío…&lt;br /&gt;mientras fluye como ríos el caudal de nuestro amor…&lt;br /&gt;tu mirada encendida…entre todas las caricias…&lt;br /&gt;con mis manos preñadas…de toda esta intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy tocando tu pecho…y lo lleno con mis besos…&lt;br /&gt;voy buscando tus muslos…derramando mi ansiedad…&lt;br /&gt;te me acercas despacito… y me encuentras suspirando&lt;br /&gt;vas mordiéndome los labios como un loco en libertad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me abrazas tan completo con el paso de tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;y te sientes tú mi dueño mientras rozas mi humedad…&lt;br /&gt;con tu cuerpo excitado… y el latido acelerado…&lt;br /&gt;vas buscando mi nido… con esa virilidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te recibo extasiada… con el cuerpo y con el alma…&lt;br /&gt;me haces tuya mi vida… con extrema intensidad…&lt;br /&gt;nuestros cuerpos unidos… como si fuera uno mismo&lt;br /&gt;el calor… los sentidos… el sudor… y la pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las palabras se cortan… con el paso de un gemido…&lt;br /&gt;cabalgando sin prisa… justo al ritmo de los dos…&lt;br /&gt;con los ojos cerrados… y los labios apretados…&lt;br /&gt;en la danza nocturna… nos hacemos el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-590339968318723220?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/590339968318723220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=590339968318723220&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4277802913808250399</id><published>2008-11-18T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T13:51:06.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSXan7VhGWI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vPDnEjvNO_8/s1600-h/collage10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270859318384728418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSXan7VhGWI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vPDnEjvNO_8/s400/collage10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FRENTE A TI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me pego frente a ti…&lt;br /&gt;…como anhelante…&lt;br /&gt;con la piel desnuda&lt;br /&gt;y con el beso abierto&lt;br /&gt;a tu corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-4277802913808250399?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4277802913808250399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4277802913808250399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4277802913808250399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4277802913808250399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/frente-ti-y-me-pego-frente-ti-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSXan7VhGWI/AAAAAAAAB5c/vPDnEjvNO_8/s72-c/collage10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3093434398849293562</id><published>2008-11-18T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:38:37.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI2vnkP9iI/AAAAAAAAB0M/FeCadmOYT5M/s1600-h/0f3b5939211bdddd8a92ae20e0169560_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269834705679676962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI2vnkP9iI/AAAAAAAAB0M/FeCadmOYT5M/s400/0f3b5939211bdddd8a92ae20e0169560_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MIRADA DE MUJER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mirada de mujer…&lt;br /&gt;es como un beso…&lt;br /&gt;que acaricia sin tocar&lt;br /&gt;al corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que te puede desnudar&lt;br /&gt;sin decir nada…&lt;br /&gt;que te llega a conquistar&lt;br /&gt;sin condición…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mirada de mujer…&lt;br /&gt;es como un sueño…&lt;br /&gt;lleva magia en un rincón&lt;br /&gt;de su candor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que hasta puede amanecer&lt;br /&gt;entre tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;donde puedes ver su alma&lt;br /&gt;junto al sol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3093434398849293562?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3093434398849293562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3093434398849293562&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3093434398849293562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3093434398849293562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mirada-de-mujer-una-mirada-de-mujer-es.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI2vnkP9iI/AAAAAAAAB0M/FeCadmOYT5M/s72-c/0f3b5939211bdddd8a92ae20e0169560_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6829937475168148957</id><published>2008-11-18T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:42:52.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMNZ3KuWBI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GcD53e820b0/s1600-h/imagen_caty.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270070726910433298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMNZ3KuWBI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GcD53e820b0/s400/imagen_caty.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI INFANCIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo mi infancia querida y la voz de mi madre…&lt;br /&gt;los cuentos que ella me leía antes de dormir…&lt;br /&gt;también a mi amiga querida jugando a las escondidas…&lt;br /&gt;y aquellos muñecos de trapo que tanto abracé…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo mis vestidos blancos con tul en los vuelos…&lt;br /&gt;y al perro ladrando a los renos... para navidad!&lt;br /&gt;también los olores a pino en casa de nuestro vecino…&lt;br /&gt;y aquella piñata rosada que hacía mi mamá…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo al cartero silbando doblando la esquina…&lt;br /&gt;y al viejo juguete quebrado…que nunca olvidé…&lt;br /&gt;las noches cuando la pandilla hablaba sobre fantasías…&lt;br /&gt;y todos corríamos de miedo en la oscuridad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo cuando mis abuelos llevaban los dulces&lt;br /&gt;también a mi padre lavando su carro en el sol...&lt;br /&gt;incluso que nos castigaban por las travesuras&lt;br /&gt;y aquellas tostadas de salsa y un vaso de atol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo mis años de infancia y aquellos crayones…&lt;br /&gt;que olían tan rico en las manos cuando iba a pintar…&lt;br /&gt;también esa luz encendida que sólo mi madre querida&lt;br /&gt;llegaba a apagarme a escondidas al verme soñar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6829937475168148957?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6829937475168148957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6829937475168148957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6829937475168148957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6829937475168148957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/mi-infancia-recuerdo-mi-infancia.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMNZ3KuWBI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GcD53e820b0/s72-c/imagen_caty.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6128522812404942298</id><published>2008-11-18T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T10:31:59.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRbaUN7G8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/rSC-5dqxTZc/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270437971592158146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRbaUN7G8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/rSC-5dqxTZc/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DEBUT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y entraba la noche al palco&lt;br /&gt;como a escondidas…&lt;br /&gt;pasando por las butacas con su silencio…&lt;br /&gt;el eco de los aplausos aún se oían…&lt;br /&gt;y el acto llegó a su fin… como un recuerdo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6128522812404942298?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6128522812404942298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6128522812404942298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6128522812404942298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6128522812404942298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/debut-y-entraba-la-noche-al-palco-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSRbaUN7G8I/AAAAAAAAB3k/rSC-5dqxTZc/s72-c/collage1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5237294949788696880</id><published>2008-11-18T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:00:12.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSLmYizLiXI/AAAAAAAAB00/3fnnsDgzJ64/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270027823309621618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSLmYizLiXI/AAAAAAAAB00/3fnnsDgzJ64/s400/collage1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TOMANDO UNA ESTRELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo quiero ir a la luna&lt;br /&gt;a robarme un pedazo…&lt;br /&gt;y la estrella que brille más fuerte&lt;br /&gt;será para ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pintaré con tu nombre mi amado…&lt;br /&gt;una esquina del cielo&lt;br /&gt;y quisiera saber vida mía…&lt;br /&gt;si tú quieres venir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5237294949788696880?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5237294949788696880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5237294949788696880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5237294949788696880'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOTLOucgXI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ap2MJUGL6cY/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270217810094358898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOTLOucgXI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ap2MJUGL6cY/s400/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TU DESAMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo espiga de acero&lt;br /&gt;clavando mis sueños…&lt;br /&gt;tus ojos puñales eternos&lt;br /&gt;cortando el amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me viste llorando en silencio&lt;br /&gt;este desconsuelo…&lt;br /&gt;que triste el haber conocido&lt;br /&gt;tanto desamor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6395987398312911973?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6395987398312911973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6395987398312911973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6395987398312911973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6395987398312911973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-desamor-tu-cuerpo-espiga-de-acero.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOTLOucgXI/AAAAAAAAB3E/ap2MJUGL6cY/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5990086979078094018</id><published>2008-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:06:50.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN0kTo1szI/AAAAAAAAB2E/h7rdpavW-1k/s1600-h/beso-amantes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270184156049290034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN0kTo1szI/AAAAAAAAB2E/h7rdpavW-1k/s400/beso-amantes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TUS ESTACIONES…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gustan las estaciones de tu cuerpo:&lt;br /&gt;El otoño de tus ojos pardos…&lt;br /&gt;la primavera de tus besos míos…&lt;br /&gt;los valles del verano de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;y el invierno que derrama tu humedad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5990086979078094018?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5990086979078094018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN0kTo1szI/AAAAAAAAB2E/h7rdpavW-1k/s72-c/beso-amantes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3845169691580872154</id><published>2008-11-18T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:02:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOPvp-uRdI/AAAAAAAAB28/j4yGLVmkK1k/s1600-h/20070706050341-rebelion-del-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270214037839168978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOPvp-uRdI/AAAAAAAAB28/j4yGLVmkK1k/s400/20070706050341-rebelion-del-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INCOMPRENSIBLE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo cómo me arrancaste&lt;br /&gt;el alma de un golpe…&lt;br /&gt;si yo te entregaba la vida…&lt;br /&gt;cegada de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3845169691580872154?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3845169691580872154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3845169691580872154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3845169691580872154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3845169691580872154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/incomprensible-no-entiendo-cmo-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSOPvp-uRdI/AAAAAAAAB28/j4yGLVmkK1k/s72-c/20070706050341-rebelion-del-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4796357778439599367</id><published>2008-11-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:03:24.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSLnGrj_02I/AAAAAAAAB1E/EVjzRZWMJSM/s1600-h/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270028615935841122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSLnGrj_02I/AAAAAAAAB1E/EVjzRZWMJSM/s400/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SUAVEMENTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He venido a murmurarte…&lt;br /&gt;lentamente…&lt;br /&gt;con el cálido sonido&lt;br /&gt;de mi voz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y quisiera deslizarme&lt;br /&gt;por tu frente…&lt;br /&gt;con mis labios saturados&lt;br /&gt;de este amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los latidos presurosos…&lt;br /&gt;hasta el límite de un beso…&lt;br /&gt;van cayendo por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;con fervor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis manos se perfilan&lt;br /&gt;por tus sendas tan divinas&lt;br /&gt;avivando con mi tacto…&lt;br /&gt;tu calor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4796357778439599367?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4796357778439599367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4796357778439599367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4796357778439599367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4796357778439599367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/suavemente-he-venido-murmurarte.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSLnGrj_02I/AAAAAAAAB1E/EVjzRZWMJSM/s72-c/collage12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-107103143296282958</id><published>2008-11-17T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:39:25.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI0xq24o1I/AAAAAAAABz0/VsnyXuGeffE/s1600-h/noche-de-soledad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269832541899629394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI0xq24o1I/AAAAAAAABz0/VsnyXuGeffE/s400/noche-de-soledad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HOLA MI AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy vine a hablar con tu existencia…&lt;br /&gt;mi vida… mi amor… mi sentimiento,&lt;br /&gt;quería saber cómo te encuentras&lt;br /&gt;y pasaba a decirte que te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche… soñé con tu mirada…&lt;br /&gt;pintada con dos estrellas blancas,&lt;br /&gt;y pude contarte en un suspiro…&lt;br /&gt;lo mucho que yo te necesito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna brillando en su silencio&lt;br /&gt;inspiraba callada algunos versos…&lt;br /&gt;lo cierto mi amor… te lo confieso&lt;br /&gt;tú eres por quien yo me despliego…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veces quisiera preguntarte…&lt;br /&gt;si a solas… también piensas en mí,&lt;br /&gt;si duermes con ganas de abrazarme&lt;br /&gt;y sueñas tenerme junto a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-107103143296282958?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/107103143296282958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=107103143296282958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-5705372347317496014</id><published>2008-11-17T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:29:36.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJEhqWUa-I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ZvM0zAdtxRM/s1600-h/cuandobn7.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269849859071175650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJEhqWUa-I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ZvM0zAdtxRM/s400/cuandobn7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SIN TU AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cae la angustia&lt;br /&gt;sobre el tapiz de un sueño…&lt;br /&gt;y sus lágrimas despintan las paredes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viento afuera ya está de duelo…&lt;br /&gt;pues de golpe se enteró&lt;br /&gt;que no me quieres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5705372347317496014?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5705372347317496014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5705372347317496014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5705372347317496014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5705372347317496014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sin-tu-amor-y-cae-la-angustia-sobre-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJEhqWUa-I/AAAAAAAAB0s/ZvM0zAdtxRM/s72-c/cuandobn7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6885828705386694801</id><published>2008-11-17T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:08:08.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSQrvUddXYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WdKsQl37vJA/s1600-h/image+(227).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270385555876437378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSQrvUddXYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WdKsQl37vJA/s400/image+(227).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;UNICORNIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad “amor”&lt;br /&gt;te pareces a un unicornio,&lt;br /&gt;eres libre… mágico… y eterno…&lt;br /&gt;…pero inalcanzable…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-6885828705386694801?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6885828705386694801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6885828705386694801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6885828705386694801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6885828705386694801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/unicornio-la-verdad-amor-te-pareces-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSQrvUddXYI/AAAAAAAAB3U/WdKsQl37vJA/s72-c/image+(227).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4575563371686349946</id><published>2008-11-17T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T20:16:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJBoUei9uI/AAAAAAAAB0k/wVRLxdFxVwA/s1600-h/2281913152_aa7a58b234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269846674924304098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 386px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJBoUei9uI/AAAAAAAAB0k/wVRLxdFxVwA/s400/2281913152_aa7a58b234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INERTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiembla el alma…&lt;br /&gt;la noche cae,&lt;br /&gt;y un beso muere&lt;br /&gt;en la soledad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4575563371686349946?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4575563371686349946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4575563371686349946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4575563371686349946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4575563371686349946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/inerte-tiembla-el-alma-la-noche-cae-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSJBoUei9uI/AAAAAAAAB0k/wVRLxdFxVwA/s72-c/2281913152_aa7a58b234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4489422893206070252</id><published>2008-11-17T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:40:25.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNuaxlBShI/AAAAAAAAB18/wg9TfkkqVl4/s1600-h/87.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270177395217877522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 351px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNuaxlBShI/AAAAAAAAB18/wg9TfkkqVl4/s400/87.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;PEGADA A TI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acuñada en tu pecho&lt;br /&gt;recostada entre tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;se confunde mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;con los pliegues de tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ante el grito de vida&lt;br /&gt;que provocan tus caricias…&lt;br /&gt;hoy se rompe el silencio&lt;br /&gt;bajo nuestro amanecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumergida en tu alma&lt;br /&gt;y reflejada en tus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;el amor se derrama&lt;br /&gt;con la esencia de tu ser…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4489422893206070252?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/4489422893206070252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=4489422893206070252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4489422893206070252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/4489422893206070252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pegada-ti-acuada-en-tu-pecho-recostada.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSNuaxlBShI/AAAAAAAAB18/wg9TfkkqVl4/s72-c/87.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1002124668513000625</id><published>2008-11-17T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:55:15.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI8eUvRuSI/AAAAAAAAB0U/sUovfqNb6n0/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269841005637646626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI8eUvRuSI/AAAAAAAAB0U/sUovfqNb6n0/s400/3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ME GUSTAS TODO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por donde te vea me gustas…&lt;br /&gt;de noche, de día y madrugada&lt;br /&gt;tú me robas las miradas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me gusta cuando ríes&lt;br /&gt;incluso cuando callas…&lt;br /&gt;y a solas tu silencio me seduce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te ves tan recio…&lt;br /&gt;y aún cuando te sueño…&lt;br /&gt;me gusta ese sabor que hay en tus besos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y cuando me contemplas&lt;br /&gt;bajo mi coqueteo…&lt;br /&gt;me gustas cuando digo que te quiero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1002124668513000625?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1002124668513000625/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1002124668513000625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1002124668513000625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1002124668513000625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/me-gustas-todo-por-donde-te-vea-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI8eUvRuSI/AAAAAAAAB0U/sUovfqNb6n0/s72-c/3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3922900084145164310</id><published>2008-11-17T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:51:54.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_JsCV3LI/AAAAAAAAB2c/H-hMe2CkQEk/s1600-h/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270195793370143922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_JsCV3LI/AAAAAAAAB2c/H-hMe2CkQEk/s400/67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A PESAR DEL TIEMPO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sabes lo bien que me hacen tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;aunque estén detenidas por el tiempo…&lt;br /&gt;porque a veces están bajo mi almohada…&lt;br /&gt;contando conmigo los desvelos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les gusta alumbrar esos rincones…&lt;br /&gt;allí donde aún llego a buscarte…&lt;br /&gt;rincones bañados de recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;que al irte... mi amor los olvidaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-3922900084145164310?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3922900084145164310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3922900084145164310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3922900084145164310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3922900084145164310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/pesar-del-tiempo-no-sabes-lo-bien-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN_JsCV3LI/AAAAAAAAB2c/H-hMe2CkQEk/s72-c/67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7736696495725489454</id><published>2008-11-17T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T10:49:25.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMLXctU7bI/AAAAAAAAB1U/KbgL0gdnEpc/s1600-h/gf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270068486424817074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMLXctU7bI/AAAAAAAAB1U/KbgL0gdnEpc/s400/gf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EN MI JUVENTUD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo aquellas caminatas&lt;br /&gt;a solas en el campo…&lt;br /&gt;tumbada en medio de la nada&lt;br /&gt;bajo ese cielo azul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tenía quince años&lt;br /&gt;y estaba enamorada…&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo que aún era una niña&lt;br /&gt;jugando a ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7736696495725489454?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7736696495725489454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7736696495725489454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7736696495725489454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7736696495725489454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-mi-juventud-recuerdo-aquellas.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSMLXctU7bI/AAAAAAAAB1U/KbgL0gdnEpc/s72-c/gf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2474221764347050052</id><published>2008-11-17T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T07:11:37.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSONbKiJrmI/AAAAAAAAB20/aFyCrXfhpMI/s1600-h/659026_3649450183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270211486777192034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSONbKiJrmI/AAAAAAAAB20/aFyCrXfhpMI/s400/659026_3649450183.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VANIDAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me hace mi amor que estás lleno&lt;br /&gt;...de pena y soberbia…&lt;br /&gt;haberte burlado del alma&lt;br /&gt;…total vanidad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2474221764347050052?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2474221764347050052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2474221764347050052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2474221764347050052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2474221764347050052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/vanidad-se-me-hace-mi-amor-que-ests.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSONbKiJrmI/AAAAAAAAB20/aFyCrXfhpMI/s72-c/659026_3649450183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7678516462546320194</id><published>2008-11-16T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:26:32.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI1yT7ODgI/AAAAAAAABz8/tAIlwARkuHA/s1600-h/loto_mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269833652435291650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI1yT7ODgI/AAAAAAAABz8/tAIlwARkuHA/s400/loto_mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SENTIMIENTOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La raíz de un sentimiento,&lt;br /&gt;y la esencia de la vida…&lt;br /&gt;se besan con los sueños…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se abrazan tan desnudos&lt;br /&gt;debajo de las horas&lt;br /&gt;contando sus anhelos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se buscan en las sombras&lt;br /&gt;se cruzan en la esquina&lt;br /&gt;y por eso no se olvidan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y a solas en silencio…&lt;br /&gt;se asoma algún recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;que se parece a usted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7678516462546320194?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7678516462546320194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7678516462546320194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7678516462546320194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7678516462546320194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/sentimientos-la-raz-de-un-sentimiento-y.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSI1yT7ODgI/AAAAAAAABz8/tAIlwARkuHA/s72-c/loto_mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4973733585382292974</id><published>2008-11-16T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:39:31.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDX9aT5nMI/AAAAAAAABzE/zkXJOBmBaiw/s1600-h/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269449014058261698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDX9aT5nMI/AAAAAAAABzE/zkXJOBmBaiw/s400/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MI AMOR…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El fragante paraíso de tus sueños…&lt;br /&gt;es el espacio donde yo quiero dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4973733585382292974?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' 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height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDX9aT5nMI/AAAAAAAABzE/zkXJOBmBaiw/s72-c/20070426095124-abrazo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4641459713003299214</id><published>2008-11-16T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:38:59.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDW4m0J6DI/AAAAAAAABy0/Ghlmx4Q0Fbk/s1600-h/2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447832003799090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDW4m0J6DI/AAAAAAAABy0/Ghlmx4Q0Fbk/s400/2123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EN SILENCIO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendimos a amarnos en silencio&lt;br /&gt;...como las horas…&lt;br /&gt;al tacto de tus manos&lt;br /&gt;...al pasar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ser sobre tu piel&lt;br /&gt;...como un amanecer…&lt;br /&gt;y a darte una mirada&lt;br /&gt;...al despertar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;También yo fui aprendiendo&lt;br /&gt;...cómo amarte…&lt;br /&gt;cayendo en las cascadas&lt;br /&gt;...de tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ser como una luz&lt;br /&gt;...que llega a iluminar…&lt;br /&gt;aquellas madrugadas&lt;br /&gt;...sin hablar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4641459713003299214?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDW4m0J6DI/AAAAAAAABy0/Ghlmx4Q0Fbk/s72-c/2123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2296679811533075349</id><published>2008-11-16T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:26:20.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDWJnDqSmI/AAAAAAAABys/IiT2t4uoODk/s1600-h/20070709023758-331b242d6b715d8a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269447024614984290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDWJnDqSmI/AAAAAAAABys/IiT2t4uoODk/s400/20070709023758-331b242d6b715d8a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;AL CAER LA NOCHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tú cerrabas tus ojos,&lt;br /&gt;yo encendía los míos…&lt;br /&gt;y el beso de la noche&lt;br /&gt;ha de cantar…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2296679811533075349?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2296679811533075349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2296679811533075349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-8459421094007112828</id><published>2008-11-16T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:14:50.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN2Zv7sjmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/z2T97eBtQ6Q/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270186173689269858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN2Zv7sjmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/z2T97eBtQ6Q/s400/20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;EN TUS BRAZOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tomas en tus brazos&lt;br /&gt;me llevas al delirio…&lt;br /&gt;y con besos me seduces&lt;br /&gt;al borde de tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8459421094007112828?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8459421094007112828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8459421094007112828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8459421094007112828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8459421094007112828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/en-tus-brazos-me-tomas-en-tus-brazos-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSN2Zv7sjmI/AAAAAAAAB2M/z2T97eBtQ6Q/s72-c/20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-83567729818778611</id><published>2008-11-16T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:49:31.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDNitvhsJI/AAAAAAAAByk/zS6k9TaUVc4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269437560301662354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 385px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDNitvhsJI/AAAAAAAAByk/zS6k9TaUVc4/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SI ME ACEPTAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si me dejas compartir&lt;br /&gt;tus sentimientos…&lt;br /&gt;si me aceptas despertar&lt;br /&gt;hoy junto a ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vas a verme amanecer&lt;br /&gt;sobre tu cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;entregándote de a sorbos&lt;br /&gt;mi vivir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&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/64022791129872464-83567729818778611?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/83567729818778611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDNitvhsJI/AAAAAAAAByk/zS6k9TaUVc4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8161548891056743364</id><published>2008-11-16T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:10:04.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDgdHlFRbI/AAAAAAAABzk/ZqD0PxS8KTQ/s1600-h/qvnczjg2tkgvdwx7roy2pnomfozmdmxh01b1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269458354878891442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDgdHlFRbI/AAAAAAAABzk/ZqD0PxS8KTQ/s400/qvnczjg2tkgvdwx7roy2pnomfozmdmxh01b1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INOLVIDABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras el viento se lleva de a golpe&lt;br /&gt;mis cálidos sueños…&lt;br /&gt;yo todavía me abrazo a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8161548891056743364?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8161548891056743364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8161548891056743364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8161548891056743364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8161548891056743364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/inolvidable-mientras-el-viento-se-lleva.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDgdHlFRbI/AAAAAAAABzk/ZqD0PxS8KTQ/s72-c/qvnczjg2tkgvdwx7roy2pnomfozmdmxh01b1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-23965677117668778</id><published>2008-11-16T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:46:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDMyluGrTI/AAAAAAAAByc/LVGUH_Df9rs/s1600-h/24783198do4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269436733514493234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDMyluGrTI/AAAAAAAAByc/LVGUH_Df9rs/s400/24783198do4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SOY POESÍA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy un trozo de papel…&lt;br /&gt;soy un poema…&lt;br /&gt;el aroma de un clavel…&lt;br /&gt;la primavera…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy el beso del amor…&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento…&lt;br /&gt;la ternura y el calor&lt;br /&gt;que lleva el cuerpo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soy como un amanecer&lt;br /&gt;que te acaricia…&lt;br /&gt;derramado por tu piel&lt;br /&gt;como la vida…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esa luna en tu mirar…&lt;br /&gt;adormecida…&lt;br /&gt;regalándote mi bien&lt;br /&gt;mi poesía!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-23965677117668778?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/23965677117668778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=23965677117668778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/23965677117668778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/23965677117668778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/soy-poesa-soy-un-trozo-de-papel-soy-un.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDMyluGrTI/AAAAAAAAByc/LVGUH_Df9rs/s72-c/24783198do4.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-2350986681562224944</id><published>2008-11-16T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:11:22.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDdNsel6_I/AAAAAAAABzU/TgdyGBQVmxk/s1600-h/701450_228d43b3c2_m.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269454791370992626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDdNsel6_I/AAAAAAAABzU/TgdyGBQVmxk/s400/701450_228d43b3c2_m.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplemente me voy quedando sola…&lt;br /&gt;pero la noche… la luna… la vida...&lt;br /&gt;se quedan aquí!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2350986681562224944?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2350986681562224944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2350986681562224944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2350986681562224944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2350986681562224944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/si-simplemente-me-voy-quedando-sola.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDdNsel6_I/AAAAAAAABzU/TgdyGBQVmxk/s72-c/701450_228d43b3c2_m.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5947159299341070442</id><published>2008-11-16T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:32:56.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSC6bA5K0qI/AAAAAAAABx0/t0LqErkQMHE/s1600-h/78.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269416537282499234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 387px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSC6bA5K0qI/AAAAAAAABx0/t0LqErkQMHE/s400/78.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MIRADAS DE AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miradas bañadas de vida&lt;br /&gt;y rociadas del alma…&lt;br /&gt;miradas que llevan palabras&lt;br /&gt;y pueden hablar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son esas que en la intimidad&lt;br /&gt;te pueden llegar a abrazar…&lt;br /&gt;que llevan allí en lo profundo&lt;br /&gt;la esencia de amar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miradas que llevan verdad&lt;br /&gt;poemas que quieren cantar…&lt;br /&gt;son ojos… que destilan versos&lt;br /&gt;si los ves llorar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5947159299341070442?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5947159299341070442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5947159299341070442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5947159299341070442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5947159299341070442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/miradas-de-amor-miradas-baadas-de-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSC6bA5K0qI/AAAAAAAABx0/t0LqErkQMHE/s72-c/78.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-7700050401711911052</id><published>2008-11-16T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:11:27.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDE5OlmnZI/AAAAAAAAByE/MBs9XeKLTYA/s1600-h/03090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269428051470884242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDE5OlmnZI/AAAAAAAAByE/MBs9XeKLTYA/s400/03090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DE CORAZÓN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y yo te amo tanto mi amor…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;con los sentidos… y el corazón…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;entre los sueños… y al despertar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bajo la magia.. de tu mirar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te amo despacio… al palpitar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y con la fuerza… que lleva el mar…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuando me besas y al suspirar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y cuando en tus brazos me haces soñar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/64022791129872464-7700050401711911052?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7700050401711911052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7700050401711911052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7700050401711911052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/7700050401711911052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/de-corazn-y-yo-te-amo-tanto-mi-amor-con.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDE5OlmnZI/AAAAAAAAByE/MBs9XeKLTYA/s72-c/03090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-4771335361718270361</id><published>2008-11-16T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:01:12.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDeUY4d0tI/AAAAAAAABzc/Ets5LvrQPYk/s1600-h/0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269456005881516754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 381px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDeUY4d0tI/AAAAAAAABzc/Ets5LvrQPYk/s400/0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;FLORECIENTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ven a llenar mi primavera&lt;br /&gt;con tus colores!&lt;br /&gt;y a germinar con tus caricias&lt;br /&gt;cada flor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-4771335361718270361?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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style="color:#666666;"&gt;CUANDO ME TOMAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acorralada… con tus miradas&lt;br /&gt;me seduces al pasar…&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi piel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca abierta… tus manos llenas&lt;br /&gt;de los sentidos que me van&lt;br /&gt;a enloquecer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cuerpo ardiente… sobre mi vientre&lt;br /&gt;abrumándome al sentir…&lt;br /&gt;tanta emoción…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y esas caricias… como la brisa…&lt;br /&gt;empapándome de ti…&lt;br /&gt;con tu pasión!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1930317688759347957?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1930317688759347957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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temo&lt;br /&gt;dejar de existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6208348914082378200?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6208348914082378200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6208348914082378200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6208348914082378200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6208348914082378200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDXl3lbmUI/AAAAAAAABy8/ud2sIEy3aiQ/s1600-h/hot_couple_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269448609599560002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDXl3lbmUI/AAAAAAAABy8/ud2sIEy3aiQ/s400/hot_couple_kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;LENTAMENTE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al paso de tu piel… yo voy temblando&lt;br /&gt;y al roce de tus dedos… la emoción…&lt;br /&gt;tus besos al compás de nuestra intimidad&lt;br /&gt;desnudos entre toda esta pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tono de tu voz… mi melodía…&lt;br /&gt;gimiendo a la caricia de los dos…&lt;br /&gt;dejando sin querer… toda la vida…&lt;br /&gt;pintada en nuestros cuerpos con amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-2232669284944032999?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/2232669284944032999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=2232669284944032999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2232669284944032999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/2232669284944032999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/lentamente-al-paso-de-tu-piel-yo-voy.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDXl3lbmUI/AAAAAAAABy8/ud2sIEy3aiQ/s72-c/hot_couple_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6655652568327127797</id><published>2008-11-16T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:41:39.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDZv7-31WI/AAAAAAAABzM/9jq-5-JAHWY/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269450981601957218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDZv7-31WI/AAAAAAAABzM/9jq-5-JAHWY/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;YO PIENSO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que el milagro de amar…&lt;br /&gt;es una de las siete maravillas&lt;br /&gt;de la vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6655652568327127797?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6655652568327127797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1843916775228759058?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1843916775228759058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1843916775228759058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1843916775228759058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1843916775228759058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268971586619807858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8lvegZmHI/AAAAAAAABxc/K4S-Qgpjh9M/s400/beso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;MIENTRAS LLEGAS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otra vez estoy aquí&lt;br /&gt;…mi amor invisible…&lt;br /&gt;esperándote con ansias&lt;br /&gt;y abrazándote en mi paz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversando con tus sueños&lt;br /&gt;que en la noche me susurran…&lt;br /&gt;conteniendo lo que siento&lt;br /&gt;hasta que ya te pueda amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6753749692228974811?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#666666;"&gt;HOY LE PIDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regáleme la esquina de su boca&lt;br /&gt;y el beso sometido…&lt;br /&gt;a mis labios de pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los sueños más queridos&lt;br /&gt;que guarda en ese nido…&lt;br /&gt;regáleme el latido que canta el corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-7276072387246672034?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/7276072387246672034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=7276072387246672034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-1375033470180627341</id><published>2008-11-15T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:19:40.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8enHcRJ-I/AAAAAAAABw0/1siABBWBsSQ/s1600-h/desnuda.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268963746408114146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8enHcRJ-I/AAAAAAAABw0/1siABBWBsSQ/s400/desnuda.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;QUIERO QUE SEPA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que si me desnudara…&lt;br /&gt;encontraría un suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;y el amor en los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;de mi eterno corazón!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1375033470180627341?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1375033470180627341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1375033470180627341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1375033470180627341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1375033470180627341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiero-que-sepas-que-si-me-desnudaras.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8enHcRJ-I/AAAAAAAABw0/1siABBWBsSQ/s72-c/desnuda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5208863379046105389</id><published>2008-11-15T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:02:15.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8cqSNJiuI/AAAAAAAABws/cdjHmr0S77g/s1600-h/MakeMeHappy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268961601813842658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8cqSNJiuI/AAAAAAAABws/cdjHmr0S77g/s400/MakeMeHappy-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SIN OCULTARLO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie olvide…&lt;br /&gt;que he venido a conquistarte&lt;br /&gt;y a fundir en tus cimientos…&lt;br /&gt;mi querer…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que nadie olvide…&lt;br /&gt;que nací para adorarte…&lt;br /&gt;y que el tacto de mi piel…&lt;br /&gt;es por tu piel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-5208863379046105389?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8cqSNJiuI/AAAAAAAABws/cdjHmr0S77g/s72-c/MakeMeHappy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-62684974793522149</id><published>2008-11-15T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:27:04.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8UXrEIlxI/AAAAAAAABv8/eU4_6AJelTA/s1600-h/corazon-roto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268952485976381202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8UXrEIlxI/AAAAAAAABv8/eU4_6AJelTA/s400/corazon-roto1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CON MIS SENTIDOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despojando con mis versos mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;pinto al paso de un poema el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;voy cayendo como pétalos de lirios&lt;br /&gt;bajo el ala de la sombra de tu amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seducida por el viento y su murmullo…&lt;br /&gt;me hago vida entre tanta inspiración&lt;br /&gt;y me envuelvo con el paso de un suspiro&lt;br /&gt;escribiendo para ti… con ilusión…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-62684974793522149?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/62684974793522149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=62684974793522149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/62684974793522149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/62684974793522149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/con-mis-sentidos-despojando-con-mis.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8UXrEIlxI/AAAAAAAABv8/eU4_6AJelTA/s72-c/corazon-roto1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8578935122719076421</id><published>2008-11-15T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:14:00.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8RTQfenkI/AAAAAAAABvs/paj7DN-Nui8/s1600-h/4499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268949111588953666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8RTQfenkI/AAAAAAAABvs/paj7DN-Nui8/s400/4499.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;TU NOMBRE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llamas…caricia…&lt;br /&gt;sedienta de vida,&lt;br /&gt;te llamo… dulzura…&lt;br /&gt;bañada de luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te beso la boca…&lt;br /&gt;como mariposa,&lt;br /&gt;volando en tus labios…&lt;br /&gt;palpando el amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llamas… sentidos…&lt;br /&gt;al estar conmigo,&lt;br /&gt;con el paraíso…&lt;br /&gt;de mi plenitud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirando tus ojos…&lt;br /&gt;amor… tan hermosos,&lt;br /&gt;me pierdo en tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;y me haces soñar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llamas… poema…&lt;br /&gt;en mi soledad,&lt;br /&gt;la que me encadena&lt;br /&gt;a tu intimidad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tocando tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;con mi seducción,&lt;br /&gt;como enamorados&lt;br /&gt;haciendo el amor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te llamas…cobijo…&lt;br /&gt;vestido de piel,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me seduces&lt;br /&gt;con tu desnudez…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surcando tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;temblando mi bien…&lt;br /&gt;que hasta en mi recuerdo&lt;br /&gt;te puedo tener!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8578935122719076421?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8578935122719076421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8578935122719076421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8578935122719076421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8578935122719076421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/tu-nombre-te-llamascaricia-sedienta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8RTQfenkI/AAAAAAAABvs/paj7DN-Nui8/s72-c/4499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-9052630634423388520</id><published>2008-11-15T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:57:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8baeQKKBI/AAAAAAAABwk/3Is4vghqWlU/s1600-h/rostro+de+mujer+en+primer+plano[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268960230658156562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8baeQKKBI/AAAAAAAABwk/3Is4vghqWlU/s400/rostro+de+mujer+en+primer+plano%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;DESCENDENCIA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nacido de las líneas de un poema…&lt;br /&gt;fui brotando como perlas por la piel…&lt;br /&gt;inclemencia de caricias…luna llena…&lt;br /&gt;seduciendo tu existir con mi querer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He nacido de los versos más profundos&lt;br /&gt;cómo pétalos desnudos al amor…&lt;br /&gt;y he logrado escurrirme por tu mundo&lt;br /&gt;impregnando por tu cuerpo… mi sabor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-9052630634423388520?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/9052630634423388520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=9052630634423388520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/9052630634423388520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/9052630634423388520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/descendencia-he-nacido-de-las-lneas-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8baeQKKBI/AAAAAAAABwk/3Is4vghqWlU/s72-c/rostro+de+mujer+en+primer+plano%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1220286023530491112</id><published>2008-11-15T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:15:07.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8fp1qyYvI/AAAAAAAABw8/U1L-sbkqP_0/s1600-h/bgtuyyo15yd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268964892688409330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8fp1qyYvI/AAAAAAAABw8/U1L-sbkqP_0/s400/bgtuyyo15yd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;POR TI…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este insomne pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;pareciera no dormir…&lt;br /&gt;se acomoda en los rincones&lt;br /&gt;donde puede hablar de ti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pareciera diluirse&lt;br /&gt;entre la luz de tu mirar…&lt;br /&gt;y juntarse con la luna…&lt;br /&gt;para hacerte suspirar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-1220286023530491112?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8fp1qyYvI/AAAAAAAABw8/U1L-sbkqP_0/s72-c/bgtuyyo15yd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-5736672470024727203</id><published>2008-11-15T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:30:27.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDI7mna5MI/AAAAAAAAByU/3f0yJgWXE8s/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432490327205058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDI7mna5MI/AAAAAAAAByU/3f0yJgWXE8s/s400/9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;A TRAVÉS DE LOS AÑOS…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han pasado muchos años de mi vida&lt;br /&gt;he logrado conciliarme en el amor…&lt;br /&gt;he sufrido sin querer varias heridas&lt;br /&gt;y he sanado tantas veces el dolor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendí a ver la luz… de las estrellas&lt;br /&gt;y a abrazarme con la luna al desistir…&lt;br /&gt;he podido desprenderme de cadenas&lt;br /&gt;que me han hecho más liviano mi vivir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me han amado y también me han olvidado&lt;br /&gt;he guardado en un baúl… algún amor…&lt;br /&gt;y hasta a veces con la lluvia yo he llorado…&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo cada día nace el sol…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-5736672470024727203?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/5736672470024727203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=5736672470024727203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5736672470024727203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/5736672470024727203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/travs-de-los-aos-han-pasado-muchos-aos.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SSDI7mna5MI/AAAAAAAAByU/3f0yJgWXE8s/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6319889411386627730</id><published>2008-11-15T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:36:40.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8WH41_GtI/AAAAAAAABwM/cVie7t_PWxo/s1600-h/ojpcxppgtbdepmdhut9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268954413820484306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 424px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8WH41_GtI/AAAAAAAABwM/cVie7t_PWxo/s400/ojpcxppgtbdepmdhut9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;IMPOSIBLE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es casi imposible olvidar&lt;br /&gt;el aroma a hierba fresca…&lt;br /&gt;los anocheceres más intensos&lt;br /&gt;…y las horas junto a ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6319889411386627730?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6319889411386627730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6319889411386627730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6319889411386627730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6319889411386627730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/imposible-es-casi-imposible-olvidar-el.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8WH41_GtI/AAAAAAAABwM/cVie7t_PWxo/s72-c/ojpcxppgtbdepmdhut9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-1102592865643340910</id><published>2008-11-15T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T10:44:49.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8YQO2u1hI/AAAAAAAABwU/-Kv3C6UbwUs/s1600-h/hg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268956756191401490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8YQO2u1hI/AAAAAAAABwU/-Kv3C6UbwUs/s400/hg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;CON ÉL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay cuanto lo quiero!&lt;br /&gt;no puedo ni hablar…&lt;br /&gt;que este sentimiento&lt;br /&gt;me incita a temblar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me endulza la vida…&lt;br /&gt;me hace suspirar…&lt;br /&gt;con esta caricia&lt;br /&gt;que quiero entregar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque él es mi todo&lt;br /&gt;y se abraza a mi piel…&lt;br /&gt;porque yo lo adoro&lt;br /&gt;cuando estoy con él..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-1102592865643340910?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/1102592865643340910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=1102592865643340910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/1102592865643340910'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8ZXvxpDuI/AAAAAAAABwc/XPewYJ4SG2g/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268957984799133410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8ZXvxpDuI/AAAAAAAABwc/XPewYJ4SG2g/s400/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HASTA LA VIDA MISMA…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta la noche se demora en tus rincones&lt;br /&gt;adornando con su luz… tu inmensidad…&lt;br /&gt;coqueteando con su luna a tus miradas…&lt;br /&gt;regalándote una estrella… una vez más…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasta los ríos engalanan tus fisuras…&lt;br /&gt;fluyendo con su ímpetu en tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;robándose la fuerza de tu alma…&lt;br /&gt;cayendo como lluvia en tu querer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3764612823463903543?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3764612823463903543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3764612823463903543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3764612823463903543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/3764612823463903543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/hasta-la-vida-misma-hasta-la-noche-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8ZXvxpDuI/AAAAAAAABwc/XPewYJ4SG2g/s72-c/2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8038267202711729422</id><published>2008-11-15T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:31:57.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8jnVeOCTI/AAAAAAAABxM/gLyYITHi9jY/s1600-h/Pareja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268969247732533554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 363px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8jnVeOCTI/AAAAAAAABxM/gLyYITHi9jY/s320/Pareja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;VEN CONMIGO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te invito a que te escapes&lt;br /&gt;a las sendas de mis labios…&lt;br /&gt;y a los valles de mi cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;donde vas a germinar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo te invito a acariciarme&lt;br /&gt;con el tacto de tus manos…&lt;br /&gt;donde vamos a encontrarnos&lt;br /&gt;solamente para amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8038267202711729422?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/8038267202711729422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=8038267202711729422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8038267202711729422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/8038267202711729422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/ven-conmigo-yo-te-invito-que-te-escapes.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8jnVeOCTI/AAAAAAAABxM/gLyYITHi9jY/s72-c/Pareja.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6702910581345796072</id><published>2008-11-15T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:44:22.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8mfgxm0vI/AAAAAAAABxk/KFWYK_yfu00/s1600-h/y1pahfhvchxqalxe7xjoh40uc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268972411862569714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR8mfgxm0vI/AAAAAAAABxk/KFWYK_yfu00/s400/y1pahfhvchxqalxe7xjoh40uc2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;HASTA EL FINAL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te sientas perdido&lt;br /&gt;...vente conmigo…&lt;br /&gt;que estoy aquí para amarte&lt;br /&gt;hasta que llegue a morir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6702910581345796072?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6702910581345796072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6702910581345796072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-6700910324735832549</id><published>2008-11-14T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:47:50.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR44xvUQulI/AAAAAAAABvU/A7ensFHGJIQ/s1600-h/bkwuu9dfdze6lmrvvz0mksayw4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268711041236253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR44xvUQulI/AAAAAAAABvU/A7ensFHGJIQ/s400/bkwuu9dfdze6lmrvvz0mksayw4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;SIN PREMEDITACIÓN…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hacia dónde voy&lt;br /&gt;cuando escribo un verso…&lt;br /&gt;realmente no se a qué lugar&lt;br /&gt;voy a ir a navegar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede ser la vida…&lt;br /&gt;o hacia una caricia,&lt;br /&gt;puedo hablar de amor…&lt;br /&gt;o tal vez dolor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voy fluyendo a solas&lt;br /&gt;y sin condición…&lt;br /&gt;como los latidos&lt;br /&gt;de este corazón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo hacerte mío…&lt;br /&gt;o escapar de ti,&lt;br /&gt;o hilvanar sentidos&lt;br /&gt;con mi frenesí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y hasta puedo amarte&lt;br /&gt;desnuda en tu piel…&lt;br /&gt;y entregarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;con todo mi ser…!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-6700910324735832549?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6700910324735832549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR44xvUQulI/AAAAAAAABvU/A7ensFHGJIQ/s72-c/bkwuu9dfdze6lmrvvz0mksayw4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-6742717762884029679</id><published>2008-11-14T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:35:35.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SRum-orR_SI/AAAAAAAABuU/GuzCAjZegu4/s1600-h/couple-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267987784140979490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SRum-orR_SI/AAAAAAAABuU/GuzCAjZegu4/s400/couple-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ATREVIDO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sí que eres atrevido&lt;br /&gt;con todo ese delirio&lt;br /&gt;bañado de pasión…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con esas seducciones&lt;br /&gt;que exploran mis rincones&lt;br /&gt;amor sin condición!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/64022791129872464-6742717762884029679?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/6742717762884029679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=6742717762884029679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6742717762884029679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/6742717762884029679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/atrevido-s-que-eres-atrevido-con-todo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SRum-orR_SI/AAAAAAAABuU/GuzCAjZegu4/s72-c/couple-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-3465085208238358860</id><published>2008-11-14T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T20:01:06.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR5FiID9XpI/AAAAAAAABvc/a5mY9RifbrA/s1600-h/72018301_0d37e16b34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268725066652016274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR5FiID9XpI/AAAAAAAABvc/a5mY9RifbrA/s400/72018301_0d37e16b34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;INFIDELIDAD…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se te hace tarde…&lt;br /&gt;la verdad tienes que irte,&lt;br /&gt;yo no se cómo explicarte&lt;br /&gt;que ya todo terminó…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que matabas con las horas&lt;br /&gt;el amor que nos unió…&lt;br /&gt;ahora quiero que comprendas&lt;br /&gt;que lo nuestro fue un error…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cómo quieres que te diga&lt;br /&gt;que me heriste el corazón…&lt;br /&gt;si le niegas a tu vida…&lt;br /&gt;congeniar con la razón…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal parece que te olvidas&lt;br /&gt;esas veces… que lloré…&lt;br /&gt;y no entiendes la agonía&lt;br /&gt;de saber que fuiste infiel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy mi amor pagas la cuenta&lt;br /&gt;de toda tu insensatez…&lt;br /&gt;mira que ya abrí la puerta&lt;br /&gt;…anda y vete de una vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-3465085208238358860?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/3465085208238358860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=3465085208238358860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><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-64022791129872464.post-779513803935495995</id><published>2008-11-13T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:03:00.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR2SHMDfqzI/AAAAAAAABu0/Nm2ViIT5DQ0/s1600-h/01FH000U8JG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268527791285971762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR2SHMDfqzI/AAAAAAAABu0/Nm2ViIT5DQ0/s400/01FH000U8JG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ATARDECER…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu silueta y la mía&lt;br /&gt;el espacio del mundo…&lt;br /&gt;y el ocaso del cielo&lt;br /&gt;contemplando el amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-779513803935495995?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/779513803935495995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=64022791129872464&amp;postID=779513803935495995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/779513803935495995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/64022791129872464/posts/default/779513803935495995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com/2008/11/atardecer-tu-silueta-y-la-ma-el-espacio.html' title=''/><author><name>Eileen Ovalle ©</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02879026949219800704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/S3LzLKFT_DI/AAAAAAAAM1o/BZ_5V1_LRy4/S220/6630851.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SR2SHMDfqzI/AAAAAAAABu0/Nm2ViIT5DQ0/s72-c/01FH000U8JG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64022791129872464.post-8996589393701888185</id><published>2008-11-12T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T19:19:45.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SRuccJG2ppI/AAAAAAAABtk/mmrUKxpqmeg/s1600-h/f7be0dec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267976196434863762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_28cygXsFb4o/SRuccJG2ppI/AAAAAAAABtk/mmrUKxpqmeg/s400/f7be0dec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ME PREGUNTO…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué haré con las caricias&lt;br /&gt;que brotan de mis manos&lt;br /&gt;si ya no estás aquí…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con todos los sentidos&lt;br /&gt;que estaban sometidos&lt;br /&gt;a todo tu vivir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pierdo en el silencio&lt;br /&gt;pidiendo por el sueño&lt;br /&gt;que me haga resistir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y busco en la distancia&lt;br /&gt;amor esa fragancia&lt;br /&gt;de todo tu sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eileen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/64022791129872464-8996589393701888185?l=eileenovallepoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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