<?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-5076970021871809241</id><updated>2012-03-17T19:08:33.105-07:00</updated><category term='Q'/><title type='text'>sildago y sus cosas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Descubro en ti,&lt;br /&gt;en tu cuerpo entregado,&lt;br /&gt;tibio y estremecido,&lt;br /&gt;la magia de la excitación plena...&lt;br /&gt;Conquisto tus colinas,&lt;br /&gt;me refresco en tus valles&lt;br /&gt;y me hago eco de tus gemidos...&lt;br /&gt;Me derramo y te recibo,&lt;br /&gt;me llenas y me vacío...&lt;br /&gt;Tu boca apaga mi alarido&lt;br /&gt;y la mía, amortigua tus gritos...&lt;br /&gt;No soy yo, ni eres tú,&lt;br /&gt;somos uno solo...&lt;br /&gt;Así por siglos, milenios o segundos,&lt;br /&gt;no sé por cuanto...&lt;br /&gt;porque ya no existe el tiempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-1592341821767982801?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-8013045952664564764</id><published>2010-07-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:25:24.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HABRA POESIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mientras haya un rayo de sol&lt;br /&gt;que sepulte a la noche fría...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras exista una ola&lt;br /&gt;que imapasible, horade la piedra...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras se abra una flor&lt;br /&gt;para recibir la luz del día...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras flote en el aire, tu voz,&lt;br /&gt;susurrando un...¡te amo!...&lt;br /&gt;¡¡ Habrá poesía !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br 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POESIA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-4361726739325518075</id><published>2010-07-25T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:20:33.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CUANDO CALLAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Escribir de tí, es fácil...tú eres la poesía...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo tengo que recordarte&lt;br /&gt;y las palabras brotan solas&lt;br /&gt;como brota la música&lt;br /&gt;de la naturaleza tuya y mía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sos la tabla de salvación&lt;br /&gt;que necesita mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;para enfrentar a este mar enbravecido&lt;br /&gt;que es la vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sos tan especial para mi&lt;br /&gt;que cuando no te tengo&lt;br /&gt;y tu imagen se congela en mi retina...&lt;br /&gt;es como si una pena tan grande como mi propio amor,&lt;br /&gt;se instalara, insolente, en mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me preocupo...&lt;br /&gt;la ausencia de tus palabras&lt;br /&gt;me lastima, me lacera, me quema...&lt;br /&gt;A veces subyace en mi&lt;br /&gt;un sentimiento ominoso de pasajero abandono,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que me hablas&lt;br /&gt;y entonces las dudas se esfuman&lt;br /&gt;encaramadas en el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-4361726739325518075?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-5587952197292822404</id><published>2010-05-25T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:46:01.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A TI ESTRELLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;CUANDO ENCARAMADA EN LAS ESTRELLAS&lt;br /&gt;Y JUNTO A ELLAS, FELIZ, ESTÉS INMERSA,&lt;br /&gt;HAZME UN LUGAR EN TU TIEMPO&lt;br /&gt;Y LLÉVAME A LONDRES, PARIS O VENECIA&lt;br /&gt;PARA COMPROBAR SI TANTAS COSAS BELLAS&lt;br /&gt;IGUALAN LA EXQUISITEZ DE TU CUERPO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y CUANDO LOGRES LLEVARME A TU PRESENCIA&lt;br /&gt;Y AMAGUES UNA CARICIA TIERNA,&lt;br /&gt;HAZ QUE ESOS INSTANTES SEAN LENTOS&lt;br /&gt;PARA QUE MENOS ME DAÑE TU AUSENCIA&lt;br /&gt;Y MI ALMA PUEDA DILUIRSE, SERENA,&lt;br /&gt;HACIA EL UNIVERSO DE TIEMPOS ETERNOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-5587952197292822404?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5587952197292822404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/05/ti-estrella.html#comment-form' title='5 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5587952197292822404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5587952197292822404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/05/ti-estrella.html' title='A TI ESTRELLA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-8010962381335331196</id><published>2010-05-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:39:40.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A MI VICKY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Era hermoso verte traviesa,&lt;br /&gt;dando tus primeros pasos,&lt;br /&gt;mientras la perra sumisa,&lt;br /&gt;vigilaba por si acaso....&lt;br /&gt;Era lindo cuando en la mesa&lt;br /&gt;comías hija de prisa,&lt;br /&gt;por ir a acunar muñecas en tu regazo.&lt;br /&gt;A veces simulabas tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;para contagiarme luego con tu risa...&lt;br /&gt;Era bonito sentir tu abrazo...&lt;br /&gt;-si aún hoy parece que me besas&lt;br /&gt;haciendo de mis enojos...trizas-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-8010962381335331196?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8010962381335331196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-6216549831856235190</id><published>2010-05-25T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T20:32:57.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIJA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hija:&lt;br /&gt;si fueras vegetal;&lt;br /&gt;serías la rosa que perfuma,&lt;br /&gt;si fueras un pez;&lt;br /&gt;el delfín que baila,&lt;br /&gt;si fueras enseñanza;&lt;br /&gt;un libro que educa,&lt;br /&gt;si fueras poesía;&lt;br /&gt;un poema de Juana,&lt;br /&gt;si fueras música;&lt;br /&gt;el violín que sublima,&lt;br /&gt;y si fueras un ave;&lt;br /&gt;el mirlo que trina,&lt;br /&gt;por que le canta&lt;br /&gt;a la luna,&lt;br /&gt;al alba,&lt;br /&gt;a la lluvia,&lt;br /&gt;al mar,&lt;br /&gt;y a la vida,&lt;br /&gt;como tú...en mis sueños cantas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-6216549831856235190?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6216549831856235190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/05/hija.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6216549831856235190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6216549831856235190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/05/hija.html' title='HIJA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-79897367131242945</id><published>2010-03-14T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:26:41.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR SIN VERSOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Versos y amor me has pedido,&lt;br /&gt;y yo, inconciente, lo creí sencillo,&lt;br /&gt;no tuve en cuenta que dormido,&lt;br /&gt;el amor en mi opacó su brillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual quise "poetizar" mi cariño,&lt;br /&gt;pero mi corazón siguió vacío,&lt;br /&gt;como el corazón de aquél niño&lt;br /&gt;que ya no late de tan frío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Versos y amor!...gritaste colérica,&lt;br /&gt; y yo humilde quise explicarte,&lt;br /&gt;que no con actitudes histéricas,&lt;br /&gt;lograrás  que vuelva a idealizarte.&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;Antes, ríos de tinta te cantaron,&lt;br /&gt;que mi amor por ti era sublime,&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora de pronto cesaron...&lt;br /&gt;¡Dios!...la inspiración, ausente, me deprime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tus versos ya no quiero!&lt;br /&gt;confesaste triste y llorando,&lt;br /&gt;e hiciste surgir mi grito sincero...&lt;br /&gt;¡Amor, sin versos, igual te sigo amando!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-79897367131242945?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/79897367131242945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-sin-versos.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/79897367131242945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/79897367131242945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/03/amor-sin-versos.html' title='AMOR SIN VERSOS'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-1732446597017254783</id><published>2010-03-14T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T17:16:45.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO VUELVES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Al sentir tu corazón latir, acelerado,&lt;br /&gt;me doy cuenta que tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;junto al mío ha dejado&lt;br /&gt;grabado a fuego tu forma...&lt;br /&gt;tu forma de mirar y de reir...&lt;br /&gt;sobre todo eso, tu risa,&lt;br /&gt;suave como una brisa,&lt;br /&gt;deseada como una caricia,&lt;br /&gt;y que aún hoy enciende mi corazón&lt;br /&gt;con ese amor que te idealiza&lt;br /&gt;y que luego transforma en pasión.&lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;Todo ese sentimiento antes oculto,&lt;br /&gt;ahora más notable, por ser única y sola,&lt;br /&gt;marca un rito dentro de un culto,&lt;br /&gt;dejando marcado también tu rumbo&lt;br /&gt;en el espacio que infinito te lleva...&lt;br /&gt;¿ y yo ?...yo te miro y grito...¡¡vuelve mujer!!...&lt;br /&gt;pero no vuelves, desapareces en cada anochecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-1732446597017254783?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1732446597017254783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-vuelves.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1732446597017254783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1732446597017254783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-vuelves.html' title='NO VUELVES'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-1759558180221617801</id><published>2010-02-02T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:03:57.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Q'/><title type='text'>VIVIAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;¿Qué es el amor para ti Vivián?&lt;br /&gt;¿Es tan sólo el sentirte bien&lt;br /&gt;al lado de quien crees amar?&lt;br /&gt;¿O es acaso esa demostración de afán&lt;br /&gt;por saciar tu deseo de pasión sin fin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es el amor, para ti, mi amor?&lt;br /&gt;¿Acaso sea ese sentimiento sin explicación,&lt;br /&gt;que nace con tan solo pronunciar un nombre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No crees que el amor es mucho más?&lt;br /&gt;¿No te parece que sea el sentir así,&lt;br /&gt;sin límites ni barreras,&lt;br /&gt;ese cariño intenso que no decrece jamás&lt;br /&gt;y que perdura a través de los tiempos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No crees que sea la valentía&lt;br /&gt;de pedir perdón y perdonar&lt;br /&gt;y de ser feliz de cualquier manera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No crees que el amor sea la comunión&lt;br /&gt;de la carne, de las ideas&lt;br /&gt;y de los sentimientos sin nombre?&lt;br /&gt;¿del hambre del hombre&lt;br /&gt;y de la sed de su sangre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi amor, el amor es eso y mucho más,&lt;br /&gt;es  lograr caricias sin tocar,&lt;br /&gt;es encontrarse sin buscar&lt;br /&gt;y es poseerse sin pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué es el amor para ti, Vivián?&lt;br /&gt;¿No es todo eso y mucho más...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a mi hermana Lourdes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-1759558180221617801?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1759558180221617801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/vivian.html#comment-form' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1759558180221617801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1759558180221617801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/vivian.html' title='VIVIAN'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-388519022919552126</id><published>2010-02-02T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:37:19.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISTANCIA Y OLVIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sufro tu lejanía&lt;br /&gt;maldiciendo la distancia,&lt;br /&gt;mi ansiedad me castiga&lt;br /&gt;y más castiga a mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si tú al fin vinieras&lt;br /&gt;a rescatarme del olvido,&lt;br /&gt;llenaría mil páginas&lt;br /&gt;con poesías, tu libro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si en él yo estampara,&lt;br /&gt;de la vida, mi camino,&lt;br /&gt;te aseguro que con lo escrito&lt;br /&gt;a tu huidizo corazón, oprimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué las infames barreras?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué los espacios ignotos?&lt;br /&gt;¡¡ Haz que se derrumben unas&lt;br /&gt;y que se acorten los otros !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando te acerques vencida&lt;br /&gt;al poder de mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;no hables...sólo escucha...&lt;br /&gt;es mi corazon zurciendo sus retazos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La historia te está juzgando&lt;br /&gt;por alejarte más allá del olvido,&lt;br /&gt;sin embargo te defiendo&lt;br /&gt;y a Dios, tu perdón le pido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado cariñosamente a mi amiga Viviana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-388519022919552126?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/388519022919552126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/distancia-y-olvido.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/388519022919552126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/388519022919552126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/distancia-y-olvido.html' title='DISTANCIA Y OLVIDO'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-4161128158413702918</id><published>2010-02-01T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:38:26.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AUSENCIA ETERNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Estoy cansado de esperarte,&lt;br /&gt;temiendo que el frío me congele&lt;br /&gt;y a cada instante miro afuera,&lt;br /&gt;a la oscuridad cautivante,&lt;br /&gt;sòlo para confirmar cuanto duele,&lt;br /&gt;tu ausencia que dejó de ser pasajera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las horas pasan lentas&lt;br /&gt;y me sobresaltan las dudas&lt;br /&gt;-cuando ya se acerca el amanecer-&lt;br /&gt;¿ estarás tú muy cerca,&lt;br /&gt;formando parte de esta noche oscura ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ o esta misma noche te terminó por vencer ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El humo indolente del cigarrillo&lt;br /&gt;sube en espirales hacia el techo,&lt;br /&gt;mientras imagínote insinuante,&lt;br /&gt;con aquel conocido brillo&lt;br /&gt;que cubre de malicia el lecho&lt;br /&gt;y que, hoy ausente, se torna inquietante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez con más prisa&lt;br /&gt;el más allá infinito e ignoto,&lt;br /&gt;desconocido, atrapante y lejano,&lt;br /&gt;ante mi conciencia se corporiza&lt;br /&gt;matando a mi corazón roto&lt;br /&gt;que, sin razón, te aguardó en vano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( dedicado con cariño a mi prima Carmen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-4161128158413702918?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4161128158413702918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/ausencia-eterna.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/4161128158413702918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/4161128158413702918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/ausencia-eterna.html' title='AUSENCIA ETERNA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-8839092294784019879</id><published>2010-02-01T17:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:25:45.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY PIEDRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No hubiese querido esta forma tosca,&lt;br /&gt;de haber podido elegir, sería una gota del río,&lt;br /&gt;para ser anónimo y desconocido,&lt;br /&gt;quizás salado, dulce, tibio o frío,&lt;br /&gt;pero nunca esta piedra, jamás,&lt;br /&gt;por que en ella hizo casa el hastío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( dedicado con cariño a SUSAPAEZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-8839092294784019879?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8839092294784019879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/soy-piedra.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/8839092294784019879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/8839092294784019879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/soy-piedra.html' title='SOY PIEDRA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-4902150006849011519</id><published>2010-02-01T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T17:18:31.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMOR ES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Amor es...&lt;br /&gt;adivinarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;en cada encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;mientras libres&lt;br /&gt;comulgan los sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor es...&lt;br /&gt;mirarte a los ojos&lt;br /&gt;mientras abrazo tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;y hablarte al oído&lt;br /&gt;cuando me tienes dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor es...&lt;br /&gt;besarte el cabello,&lt;br /&gt;tu espalda y el centro,&lt;br /&gt;donde tu piel tiembla&lt;br /&gt;apurando el momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor es...&lt;br /&gt;liberar las voces&lt;br /&gt;acompañando el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;en que se acompasan&lt;br /&gt;frenéticos los movimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( dedicado con cariño a FLORDELIS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-4902150006849011519?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4902150006849011519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/amor-es.html#comment-form' title='4 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/4902150006849011519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/4902150006849011519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/02/amor-es.html' title='AMOR ES...'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-6627573476273443799</id><published>2010-01-31T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:19:17.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMBIANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Cada vez que te pienso,&lt;br /&gt;así, tal como eres,&lt;br /&gt;cambiante, ora brisa, ora viento,&lt;br /&gt;tan igual a los seres&lt;br /&gt;por los cuales siento,&lt;br /&gt;ese cariño inexplicable, pero sincero,&lt;br /&gt;capaz de derribar barreras,&lt;br /&gt;de desafiar los cielos,&lt;br /&gt;de detener mareas&lt;br /&gt;o de vencer los tiempos...&lt;br /&gt;Quizá algún día te detengas&lt;br /&gt;y puedas mirarte el alma&lt;br /&gt;y no estés tan ciega&lt;br /&gt;como para rehuir la calma&lt;br /&gt;que te ofrece una vida serena...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(con cariño dedicado a VIR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-6627573476273443799?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6627573476273443799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cambiante.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6627573476273443799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6627573476273443799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/cambiante.html' title='CAMBIANTE'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-5806670587660424152</id><published>2010-01-31T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:12:20.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SÉ AUTÉNTICA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;No dejes que te arrastre&lt;br /&gt;el molino loco de la vida,&lt;br /&gt;ni permitas que te confundan&lt;br /&gt;las palabras fútiles de una amiga,&lt;br /&gt;que solo busca tu desgaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampoco dejes que te sumerjan&lt;br /&gt;las profundidades misteriosas&lt;br /&gt;del mar, peligroso cual desafío...&lt;br /&gt;ni que la abulia te venza,&lt;br /&gt;disfrazada de mariposa voluptuosa,&lt;br /&gt;que en vez de polen, traerá vacío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo sé tú,&lt;br /&gt;con tus errores&lt;br /&gt;y también con tus defectos,&lt;br /&gt;pero no finjas virtud&lt;br /&gt;donde solo hay temores&lt;br /&gt;y egoismos secretos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a ANA83)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-5806670587660424152?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5806670587660424152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-autentica.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5806670587660424152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5806670587660424152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-autentica.html' title='SÉ AUTÉNTICA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-8562388292438660885</id><published>2010-01-31T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:02:53.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOS ALMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Así como el diamante luminoso,&lt;br /&gt;alumbra la oscuridad con rayos fulminantes,&lt;br /&gt;así alumbra las tinieblas anhelantes&lt;br /&gt;el recuerdo de nuestro amor maravilloso,&lt;br /&gt;que aún hoy, de tímidas emociones me envuelve,&lt;br /&gt;y que, de sentimientos con vigor renovado,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón apasionado, todavía enciende,&lt;br /&gt;haciendo más dulce el recuerdo deseado,&lt;br /&gt;que en mi mente aún perdura,&lt;br /&gt;de aquél tiempo hermoso ya pasado&lt;br /&gt;junto a ti ¡oh dulce locura!...&lt;br /&gt;Y ahora que ya no estás&lt;br /&gt;y que tengo para adorarte&lt;br /&gt;tan solo el recuerdo,&lt;br /&gt;anhelo el reencuentro&lt;br /&gt;de nuestras almas gemelas,&lt;br /&gt;¡ la tuya y la mía ...!&lt;br /&gt;la mía de fuego, la tuya de llamas,&lt;br /&gt;para que se unan y hagan de la noche, el día.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a MANIPATY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&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/5076970021871809241-8562388292438660885?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/8562388292438660885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/dos-almas.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/8562388292438660885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/8562388292438660885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/dos-almas.html' title='DOS ALMAS'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-3035014826752129927</id><published>2010-01-31T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:50:02.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ADMIRACION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Quise beberme el néctar mágico del poeta,&lt;br /&gt;y no pude...&lt;br /&gt;Quise aprender mil palabras nuevas y frescas,&lt;br /&gt;y no supe...&lt;br /&gt;Sólo me queda, admirar a los hombres de letras,&lt;br /&gt;que, con sus poesías nos muestran,&lt;br /&gt;la pureza del alma,&lt;br /&gt;la tormenta que llega y arrasa&lt;br /&gt;y la paz que reina cuando llega la calma...&lt;br /&gt;poetas en fin, que llegan y pasan,&lt;br /&gt;dejando estelas de palabras poéticas,&lt;br /&gt;que son para mi, admirables,&lt;br /&gt;como admirables son...las palabras proféticas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a ANNADR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-3035014826752129927?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/3035014826752129927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/admiracion.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/3035014826752129927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/3035014826752129927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/admiracion.html' title='ADMIRACION'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-4286362947073873096</id><published>2010-01-31T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:25:25.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOY LO QUE SEA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me transformo en bosque,&lt;br /&gt;si te imagino un árbol...&lt;br /&gt;me vuelvo un mar,&lt;br /&gt;si te adivino barco...&lt;br /&gt;me cristalizo en cielo,&lt;br /&gt;si te creo nube...&lt;br /&gt;y me materializo en llanto,&lt;br /&gt;si te pienso sal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dedicado con cariño a SOLYARENA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-4286362947073873096?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/4286362947073873096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/soy-lo-que-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Quise legalizar tu amor&lt;br /&gt;hablándote hasta el alba&lt;br /&gt;-sin tocar tu piel desnuda-.&lt;br /&gt;Quise aflorar tu candor,&lt;br /&gt;con la seguridad de mi calma&lt;br /&gt;-que intentaba matar tus dudas-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opté por distraerme en la brisa&lt;br /&gt;-que suave mecía tu pelo,&lt;br /&gt;rubio, sedoso y fino-&lt;br /&gt;para no perderme en tus prisas,&lt;br /&gt;que cual afiebrado anhelo,&lt;br /&gt;me pretendía, más y más masculino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igual intenté orientarte la vida&lt;br /&gt;por caminos de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;buscando el amor, que a la vera,&lt;br /&gt;debería esperar a tu alma confundida,&lt;br /&gt;para así nutrirla con nuevas ansias&lt;br /&gt;y otros placeres de mujer verdadera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero al verte, allí, indefensa,&lt;br /&gt;en la penumbra de la esquina,&lt;br /&gt;no logré resistir tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;que me atrajo con avidez intensa,&lt;br /&gt;para saciarme, mientras la espina&lt;br /&gt;de la culpa, me atormentaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por eso hoy volví a buscarte,&lt;br /&gt;niña pobre, mujer fingida,&lt;br /&gt;para que compartieras mi suerte,&lt;br /&gt;encadenada a mi corazón amante,&lt;br /&gt;-que ahora reniega de Dios y la vida&lt;br /&gt;al enterarse que te llevó la muerte-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a mi amiga NORISA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-1531847294502483345?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/1531847294502483345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-culpa.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1531847294502483345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/1531847294502483345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-culpa.html' title='LA CULPA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-5374717598407051899</id><published>2010-01-31T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:56:30.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Cuando llegue, lento o rápido&lt;br /&gt;el momento...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el pensamiento&lt;br /&gt;quiera despedirse&lt;br /&gt;y no lo deje el miedo...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando la curiosidad&lt;br /&gt;sea el postrer sentimiento...&lt;br /&gt;Cuando el rostro sereno&lt;br /&gt;y el corazón quieto,&lt;br /&gt;evidencien ese segundo eterno,&lt;br /&gt;no permitas que me aprisione&lt;br /&gt;el ominoso encierro,&lt;br /&gt;abre la ventana,&lt;br /&gt;que entre el viento,&lt;br /&gt;pues aunque no la veas,&lt;br /&gt;por ahí volará mi esencia,&lt;br /&gt;a otros cielos y otros tiempos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a MIRADA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-5374717598407051899?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/5374717598407051899/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/volare.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5374717598407051899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/5374717598407051899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/volare.html' title='VOLARE'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-6565474951525985788</id><published>2010-01-31T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:43:38.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA BARCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Surca rauda, el agua, la barca&lt;br /&gt;y despliega airosa, sus velas;&lt;br /&gt;mientras , activos marinos audaces,&lt;br /&gt;de cardúmen, pretenden la carga,&lt;br /&gt;en tanto que, en tierra, la noche desvela&lt;br /&gt;a mujeres que conversan locuaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repletas las redes, henchidas las velas,&lt;br /&gt;somnolientos y exhaustos, regresan los hombres,&lt;br /&gt;apiadado y cómplice los empuja el viento,&lt;br /&gt;hacia el puerto donde hijos y esposas,&lt;br /&gt;felices, vitorean los nombres&lt;br /&gt;de las barcas, que nacen del firmamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               ............................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡ Descansa barca, en la arena, descansa...!&lt;br /&gt;mañana el sol secará tus lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;para que hormigueros de niños traviesos,&lt;br /&gt;acaricien con sus pies, tus tablas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mientras los pescadores festejan su hazaña,&lt;br /&gt;tu boca, olvidada barca, asemeja un bostezo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado con cariño a mi amiga Sandra Gutierrez)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-6565474951525985788?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6565474951525985788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-barca.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6565474951525985788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6565474951525985788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-barca.html' title='LA BARCA'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-2135020376327342366</id><published>2010-01-31T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:28:33.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSCAME AHI MISMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Búscame ahí mismo,en esas notas,&lt;br /&gt;que se suman y luego son música.&lt;br /&gt;Búscame ahí mismo, en esos aromas&lt;br /&gt;que despiden las rosas en las mañanas,&lt;br /&gt;o en las nieves eternas, que sirven de acústica&lt;br /&gt;al eco de los trinos, que guardan las montañas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y si aún no me hallas,&lt;br /&gt;mira al cielo, a las estrellas,&lt;br /&gt;que allí estaré, en mi atalaya,&lt;br /&gt;rodeado tan solo de mis cuentos&lt;br /&gt;y de mis poesías más sentidas y bellas,&lt;br /&gt;recordando de ti... los mejores momentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Búscame entonces en melodías famosas,&lt;br /&gt;o en las flores o en montañas lejanas,&lt;br /&gt;en trinos de aves o en la nieve copiosa,&lt;br /&gt;que blanquea en invierno los campos...&lt;br /&gt;Búscame ahí mismo, en esa luna dorada,&lt;br /&gt;o en los secretos ignotos de la noche remota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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MISMO'/><author><name>sildago</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11574546938643858099</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zRSaqTzue3A/SljpprqQLTI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qgeKFngOcwo/S220/sildago-15.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5076970021871809241.post-6982375816046854900</id><published>2010-01-31T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:07:46.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUJER</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mujer...¿ qué tienes dentro ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ dentro de ti, dentro del cuerpo ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ cómo es el amor ?...¿ se puede ver ?&lt;br /&gt;porque si se ve...yo quiero verlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Es blanco, rosado, negro ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ tangible, perfumado, inmenso ?&lt;br /&gt;tu amor...¿ se puede poseer mujer ?&lt;br /&gt;de ser así...yo quiero tenerlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Está a los costados ?, ¿ o al centro ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ arriba, abajo o al medio ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ se puede alcanzar con querer ?&lt;br /&gt;si es así...yo quiero alcanzarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ Es una  nube, un sol, un viento ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ es un recuerdo, un dolor, un tiempo ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ es un sueño por nacer ?&lt;br /&gt;porque si lo es...yo quiero soñarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿ O es quizás una idea, un cuento ?&lt;br /&gt;¿  una poesía, un verso muerto ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ es un pensamiento por aparecer ?&lt;br /&gt;si lo es...déjame pensarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujer...¿es verdad que está dentro ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ que late vivo en el cuerpo ?&lt;br /&gt;¿ qué es un sentimiento que no se deja ver?,&lt;br /&gt;¿ qué nace y crece y que es eterno ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor mujer...que sea cierto,&lt;br /&gt;muéstrame tu amor un momento,&lt;br /&gt;déjalo frente a mi al oscurecer,&lt;br /&gt;que en la noche...vendré a conquistarlo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   (dedicado con cariño a mi amiga Marisol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-6982375816046854900?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6982375816046854900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/mujer.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Copió el velero&lt;br /&gt;a mi alma navegante&lt;br /&gt;y se enfrascó en la bruma&lt;br /&gt;de las olas rebeldes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copió el velero&lt;br /&gt;mi imagen cambiante&lt;br /&gt;y se perdió en la espuma&lt;br /&gt;de las aguas verdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copió el velero&lt;br /&gt;a mi conciencia errante&lt;br /&gt;y desafió cual pequeña laguna&lt;br /&gt;al mar, que peligroso se yergue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copió el velero&lt;br /&gt;a mi corazón sangrante&lt;br /&gt;y en las olas ahogó sus dudas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Velero...¿por qué no vuelves&lt;br /&gt;a surcar las aguas calmas&lt;br /&gt;en mis sueños breves?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5076970021871809241-6365357667310667920?l=sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/feeds/6365357667310667920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sildagoysuscosas.blogspot.com/2010/01/vagabundo-cual-velero.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6365357667310667920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5076970021871809241/posts/default/6365357667310667920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;pero mis ojos siguieron durmiendo...&lt;br /&gt;Las otras gotas mojaron mi pelo&lt;br /&gt;y se escurrieron por mi cara, al suelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después otras gotas me trajeron&lt;br /&gt; y escuché llantos como en un sueño...&lt;br /&gt;De baldosas era mi lecho,&lt;br /&gt;¿ y el dolor ?...me laceraba el cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quizás si pregunte, me contesten,&lt;br /&gt;pero mi boca aprieta el suelo...&lt;br /&gt;¿ Y si me levanto y les hablo ?...&lt;br /&gt;pero mis piernas ya no las siento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puedo pensar, pero no moverme,&lt;br /&gt;ni hablar, ni despertarme...&lt;br /&gt;Mejor quedo aquí quieto&lt;br /&gt;y acepto esa luz que me envuelve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILDAGO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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