<?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-5588724771952122411</id><updated>2011-11-30T10:17:25.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living life as it comes...</title><subtitle type='html'>Es simple...
es la pizarra de ideas,
es el album de recuerdos,
... simplemente</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-2247771733607135659</id><published>2011-11-29T15:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T16:23:00.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mes pensées</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4PqnZy_pEM/TtVajCIQKjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LFVXIzjlL4g/s1600/Locura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4PqnZy_pEM/TtVajCIQKjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LFVXIzjlL4g/s200/Locura.jpg" width="163" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestamente no sé cómo empezar o terminar esta historia,&lt;br /&gt;ya que no es un poema ni tampoco una novela,&lt;br /&gt;todo empezó como un descontento en mi memoria&lt;br /&gt;y fuese tallando como el mensaje de una esquela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me he hartado de estar esperando una respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;no va a llegar si sigo sentado imaginandola en un papel,&lt;br /&gt;menos si me dirijo hacia la sima en vez de la cresta,&lt;br /&gt;menos aún si mi vida no ha tenido timonel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansa escuchar mentes con un límite demarcado,&lt;br /&gt;son tijeras rasgando los tapices del pensamiento alocado,&lt;br /&gt;me cansa porque ya mucho tiempo me he escuchado,&lt;br /&gt;y hoy la locura hacia todo mi ser se ha filtrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bienvenido sea el placer y la demencia,&lt;br /&gt;algo de sentido tenia el famoso Epicuro,&lt;br /&gt;que se acabe mi razón y mi dolencia,&lt;br /&gt;finalmente salir de este calabozo oscuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Madriz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-2247771733607135659?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2247771733607135659/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=2247771733607135659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2247771733607135659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2247771733607135659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2011/11/mes-pensees.html' title='Mes pensées'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4PqnZy_pEM/TtVajCIQKjI/AAAAAAAAAO4/LFVXIzjlL4g/s72-c/Locura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4537794790753649474</id><published>2011-09-02T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T17:33:58.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A curse</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7MdpmrgO0o/TmFnr60ztOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0wE28jxb0Nc/s200/4255435111_81a9f49bb8.jpg" width="150" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are runnning through my mind&lt;br /&gt;searching for that specific part,&lt;br /&gt;tearing away, ripping the thoughts apart, &lt;br /&gt;thoughts that used to make me blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running away and don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;nor do I know from where or what;&lt;br /&gt;but right now I am tired, I will halt,&lt;br /&gt;and put an end to my silent cry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again tearing the visions away , &lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes trying to forget;&lt;br /&gt;my body tenses, ready to meet my threat,&lt;br /&gt;I turn around and see myself astray. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down a path I do not seem to know,&lt;br /&gt;still picking out a few thoughts from my soul;&lt;br /&gt;I continue to&amp;nbsp;find the&amp;nbsp;calm that I myself stole,&lt;br /&gt;and once again,&amp;nbsp;through my soul, life&amp;nbsp;will flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Madriz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4537794790753649474?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4537794790753649474/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4537794790753649474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4537794790753649474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4537794790753649474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2011/09/curse.html' title='A curse'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G7MdpmrgO0o/TmFnr60ztOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0wE28jxb0Nc/s72-c/4255435111_81a9f49bb8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4512697396883543773</id><published>2010-07-22T11:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:29:46.865-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....High (in)Fidelity....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/TEh_zKV90iI/AAAAAAAAALc/uSlUL4PwyGY/s1600/mujer-punal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/TEh_zKV90iI/AAAAAAAAALc/uSlUL4PwyGY/s200/mujer-punal.jpg" width="154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Recuerdo los días cuando con mi sonrisa sonreias&lt;br /&gt;y con mis besos tus labios acariciabas,&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo mis brazos abrazados por tu cuerpo&lt;br /&gt;y mis ojos brillando en mi ser incierto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los días de verano parecían no acabar&lt;br /&gt;y jamás pensé en un otoño o invierno a venir,&lt;br /&gt;creí como niño en un mundo de azahar&lt;br /&gt;y fue amargo el trago del avenir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saqué de mi corazón un puñal,&lt;br /&gt;mi cuerpo muerto se ha desplomado,&lt;br /&gt;quité de mi espalda un beso final&lt;br /&gt;que le diste al otro desdichado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo los días cuando tu sonrisa me atraía,&lt;br /&gt;y que tus besos pasionados me enloquecían,&lt;br /&gt;recuerdo mis cadenas apretadas día a día,&lt;br /&gt;pero ahora, soy liberado por una poesía...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Madriz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4512697396883543773?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4512697396883543773/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4512697396883543773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4512697396883543773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4512697396883543773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/high-infidelity.html' title='....High (in)Fidelity....'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/TEh_zKV90iI/AAAAAAAAALc/uSlUL4PwyGY/s72-c/mujer-punal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7378443147874369819</id><published>2010-04-06T12:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:16:46.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parfum de plage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/S7uCVmvDd-I/AAAAAAAAALU/DdEVjHKJKeY/s1600/1767699856_1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457098681176258530" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/S7uCVmvDd-I/AAAAAAAAALU/DdEVjHKJKeY/s200/1767699856_1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 133px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era una suave brisa que acariciaba nuestras caras&lt;br /&gt;que a duras penas levantaba tu enagua de playa,&lt;br /&gt;si acaso sonaban las olas chocando con la costa&lt;br /&gt;y tu respiración cerca de mi cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extraño ese pefume de rosas que acariciaba mis sentidos&lt;br /&gt;cuando saboreaba con mi nariz tus cabellos,&lt;br /&gt;y esa fragancia de coco con la que bañabas tu piel&lt;br /&gt;que intoxicaba mi razón y me devolvía la locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Añoro descansar a tu lado acostado,&lt;br /&gt;acariciando y delineando tu piel con mis ojos,&lt;br /&gt;observando tu paisaje desnudo con mis manos,&lt;br /&gt;recitandote poemas desde un cuerpo extasiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo sin falta tu torso desnudo&lt;br /&gt;mientras masajeaba tu espalda con aceites exóticos,&lt;br /&gt;mientras tus sentidos te embriagaban de placer&lt;br /&gt;cuando te bañaba a besos con ojos cerrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por último mi suspiro, contra tu pecho desnudo,&lt;br /&gt;con mis piernas anudadas a tu cuerpo hechizado de placer,&lt;br /&gt;y aún extraño ese pefume de rosas que acariciaba mis sentidos,&lt;br /&gt;y esa fragancia de coco con la que bañabas tu piel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis Madriz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-7378443147874369819?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7378443147874369819/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7378443147874369819&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7378443147874369819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7378443147874369819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/parfum-de-plage.html' title='Parfum de plage...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/S7uCVmvDd-I/AAAAAAAAALU/DdEVjHKJKeY/s72-c/1767699856_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7093351076664232854</id><published>2009-12-21T18:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T19:07:25.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin rima ni métrica (Depressive post of the day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SzAalvEWXiI/AAAAAAAAALE/JSopNf08Lco/s1600-h/lonely+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SzAalvEWXiI/AAAAAAAAALE/JSopNf08Lco/s200/lonely+man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417859587318898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy no me fijaré en métrica&lt;br /&gt;ni en rima o en cadencia,&lt;br /&gt;solo expongo la sensación tétrica&lt;br /&gt;que constantemente me demencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tengo sed de caricias, tengo ganas de cariño,&lt;br /&gt;quiero abrazar fuertemente, sentir tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;quiero sentirme enamorado con cada beso,&lt;br /&gt;con cada mirada, con tenerte solo a la par.&lt;br /&gt;Quiero que me busques y me extrañes,&lt;br /&gt;hacerte falta cuando tu piel busque mis caricias&lt;br /&gt;y tu alma busque mi calor.&lt;br /&gt;Me dijeron que nací listo para amar,&lt;br /&gt;pero siento que solo he llevado golpes,&lt;br /&gt;he tenido felicidad pero a duras penas,&lt;br /&gt;y hoy que me encuentro solo ya no sé que hacer.&lt;br /&gt;He amado y después odiado, y luego quedo más confundido.&lt;br /&gt;No entiendo la traición, las mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;no comprendo por qué decís una cosa y hacés el opuesto...&lt;br /&gt;Podría parecer que todo esto es dirigido a una persona,&lt;br /&gt;pero en realidad es recopilación de varias historias,&lt;br /&gt;es la amargura que deja el dulce más dulce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al parecer mi honestidad y mis diferencias&lt;br /&gt;me hacen ser hombre aparte... y apartado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La felicidad no debería ser tan dificil de encontrar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-7093351076664232854?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7093351076664232854/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7093351076664232854&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7093351076664232854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7093351076664232854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/12/sin-rima-ni-metrica.html' title='Sin rima ni métrica (Depressive post of the day)'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SzAalvEWXiI/AAAAAAAAALE/JSopNf08Lco/s72-c/lonely+man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-2849031868651027208</id><published>2009-11-28T21:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:25:51.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SxHptfW6T3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5FH99Kz3gkM/s1600/402px-The_Thinker,_Auguste_Rodin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SxHptfW6T3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5FH99Kz3gkM/s200/402px-The_Thinker,_Auguste_Rodin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409361595169656690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde quedó el anhelo,&lt;br /&gt;la búsqueda de lo deseado?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde quedó tu anhelo,&lt;br /&gt;tu búsqueda a mi lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se han hecho las caricias,&lt;br /&gt;de suave piel perfumadas?&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se hicieron tus caricias,&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi alma atormentada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde se fue el tiempo&lt;br /&gt;del amor iluminado?&lt;br /&gt;¿Dónde está mi tiempo&lt;br /&gt;con tu amor a mi lado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué se hizo la luz,&lt;br /&gt;iluminando corazones?&lt;br /&gt;Atraviesa el gran océano&lt;br /&gt;de mis ilusiones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién tocará la puerta&lt;br /&gt;de un futuro enamorado?&lt;br /&gt;Yo abriré con grandes ansias&lt;br /&gt;a quien logre lo antes mencionado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugas Alquem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-2849031868651027208?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2849031868651027208/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=2849031868651027208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2849031868651027208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2849031868651027208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/11/donde-quedo-el-anhelo-la-busqueda-de-lo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SxHptfW6T3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/5FH99Kz3gkM/s72-c/402px-The_Thinker,_Auguste_Rodin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4340081079010760768</id><published>2009-08-30T11:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:08:18.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vela con aroma a cerezo y miel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Spq_9XHqLAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/egmRiO2aMvY/s1600-h/412973107_3404a68b96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Spq_9XHqLAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/egmRiO2aMvY/s200/412973107_3404a68b96.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375820166119173122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mi bella de ojos turqueza cual profundo océano,&lt;div&gt;en cuyo reflejo todas las estrellas del cielo veo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me cautivas y me dejas corto de aliento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y yo grito por lo mucho que te quiero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre aromas perfumados de cerezo y miel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu cuerpo alumbrado con el baile de una llama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bello arte cual lirio, rosa y clavel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pintado sobre el lienzo de mi cama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sobre cada hoyuelo de tu piel un beso he regalado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu cabello y tu mejilla con mi mano he acariciado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;con tu mirada y con tu alma quieto he quedado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya que mi corazón tambien te has robado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Al encontrarme tan feliz y contento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por estar, mi bella, a tu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quiero verte siempre sonriendo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;al saber que tu corazón he cautivado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lugas Alquem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4340081079010760768?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4340081079010760768/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4340081079010760768&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4340081079010760768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4340081079010760768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/08/vela-con-aroma-cerezo-y-miel.html' title='Vela con aroma a cerezo y miel...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Spq_9XHqLAI/AAAAAAAAAKk/egmRiO2aMvY/s72-c/412973107_3404a68b96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7435585218633379688</id><published>2009-07-21T16:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T16:41:20.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Atracción fatal</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;¿Sabías que tu cuerpo me encanta?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;¿Que tu torso me pide a gritos que enloquezca&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Y que mis manos lo acaricien hasta q amanezca?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Alumbrados bajo la luz de un bombillo apagado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Diciendo cosas lindas al hablar con silencio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Viéndonos cara a cara con los ojos cerrados…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Descubriendo nuestras almas con deseo arropadas, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Sin querer despertar de una realidad soñada,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Me encuentro mágica e inevitablemente enamorado. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;¿Sabías que tus ojos me cautivan la mirada?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;¿Que tus labios me dan hambre de tus besos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Y tu piel cosquillea el envoltorio de mi alma?...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;... &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;¿Sabías que eres mi licor de vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt; ¿Que deseo tomarte y no soltarte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;y al mismo tiempo de mi embriagarte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Lugas Alquem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/5588724771952122411-7435585218633379688?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7435585218633379688/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7435585218633379688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7435585218633379688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7435585218633379688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/07/una-guardia-en-mi-casa.html' title='Atracción fatal'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SmZAPm-aHNI/AAAAAAAAAKU/EB8MDr9asF0/s72-c/doisneau-robert-le-baiser-de-lhotel-de-ville-paris-1950-7800038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-1201293959421039368</id><published>2009-03-15T23:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:58:36.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Just there together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Sb3qfW1MgTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qWtT7mcIQZE/s1600-h/1s5vupaty6_embrace__by_MariaThulin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Sb3qfW1MgTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qWtT7mcIQZE/s200/1s5vupaty6_embrace__by_MariaThulin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313660959792595250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Adónde te has ido querida&lt;br /&gt;que a mi lado ya no estás?&lt;br /&gt;Me he despertado de día&lt;br /&gt;y me hace falta mi paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siento anhelo de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;una mujer con quien compartir...&lt;br /&gt;Un presente delicioso disfrutar&lt;br /&gt;sin querer sufrir como un fakir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero sentir el toque de la piel&lt;br /&gt;contra la piel de mis manos y mi espalda,&lt;br /&gt;quiero oler el dulce olor a miel&lt;br /&gt;de cabellos cerca de mi alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qué problema darse cuenta al despertar,&lt;br /&gt;que todo ha sido un sueño de cristal...&lt;br /&gt;Que sigue todo igual en soledad,&lt;br /&gt;que lo que quiero es un deseo nada más...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugas Alquem, 15-III-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-1201293959421039368?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1201293959421039368/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=1201293959421039368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1201293959421039368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1201293959421039368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-there-together.html' title='...Just there together...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/Sb3qfW1MgTI/AAAAAAAAAKM/qWtT7mcIQZE/s72-c/1s5vupaty6_embrace__by_MariaThulin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-929799270510218995</id><published>2009-02-04T18:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:29:07.431-06:00</updated><title type='text'>¿Y dónde quedé yo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo5cLNcBcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OpS2il1SOCE/s1600-h/knightwarrior.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo5cLNcBcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OpS2il1SOCE/s200/knightwarrior.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299111067763082690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido ya mucho tiempo&lt;br /&gt;desde que la  empecé a forjar.&lt;br /&gt;Y antes de ese momento&lt;br /&gt;no me sé recordar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brillantez azulada bajo el sol,&lt;br /&gt;pieza por pieza para construir.&lt;br /&gt;Siempre buscando cual girasol&lt;br /&gt;una nueva aventura a vivir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llegar al punto de desconocerme&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo7xJVktQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PHVihw6tdKM/s1600-h/waterhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo7xJVktQI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PHVihw6tdKM/s200/waterhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299113627060843778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y presentarme como liberador,&lt;br /&gt;con gran espada y blasón luciéndome&lt;br /&gt;tal cual brillante y diligente salvador...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra la gran torre y el molino,&lt;br /&gt;defendiéndote de peligros imaginarios,&lt;br /&gt;yo corriendo y guerreando cual mimo&lt;br /&gt;contra fantasías de mis propios calvarios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha sido un gran viaje lleno de huellas&lt;br /&gt;llevando a destinos de ensueño,&lt;br /&gt;acompañado de bellas doncellas&lt;br /&gt;pero siempre sin tenerme como dueño.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo-XbCR0mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bFZ_rf9T3jY/s1600-h/arn-the-knight-templar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo-XbCR0mI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/bFZ_rf9T3jY/s200/arn-the-knight-templar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299116483670037090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es hora de pedir perdón al cielo&lt;br /&gt;y grandes disculpas a mi corazón,&lt;br /&gt;por haber gritado sin consuelo,&lt;br /&gt;por haber engañado mi curación...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugas Alquem, Feb-09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-929799270510218995?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/929799270510218995/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=929799270510218995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/929799270510218995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/929799270510218995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/02/y-donde-quede-yo.html' title='¿Y dónde quedé yo?'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SYo5cLNcBcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/OpS2il1SOCE/s72-c/knightwarrior.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4393681383188204006</id><published>2009-01-07T19:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:44:18.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Retourné...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SWVaKEFGI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/85IRM6sazkg/s1600-h/coeur_42d53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SWVaKEFGI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/85IRM6sazkg/s200/coeur_42d53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288732466356822978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ça fait longtemps que j'ai écrit sur mon blog... C'est le moment de recommencer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya comenzó, el camino se abrió,&lt;br /&gt;sonrisas enmascarando temor,&lt;br /&gt;risas desbordando temblor,&lt;br /&gt;ahorita termina, el camino siguió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un poco solitario el espacio&lt;br /&gt;que se encuentra en el colchón,&lt;br /&gt;quisiera llenarlo despacio&lt;br /&gt;observando con el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'est tout pour le moment... J'ai trôp à dire mais pas assez de mots&lt;br /&gt;Lugas Alquem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4393681383188204006?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4393681383188204006/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4393681383188204006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4393681383188204006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4393681383188204006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2009/01/retourn.html' title='...Retourné...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SWVaKEFGI8I/AAAAAAAAAJk/85IRM6sazkg/s72-c/coeur_42d53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-1088624704046355707</id><published>2008-10-22T17:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:48:00.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Le sept octobre...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SP-7mhGEgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PZ07fmUmrOc/s1600-h/juin-07-129copie.1182867776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SP-7mhGEgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PZ07fmUmrOc/s200/juin-07-129copie.1182867776.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260129160185282770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el sol se pudo imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;que ese día casi al terminar,&lt;br /&gt;un gran cambio iba a forjar,&lt;br /&gt;y la luna lo iba a presentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Día de cien años de guerra,&lt;br /&gt;día de misioneros de caridad,&lt;br /&gt;día de muerte de poetas,&lt;br /&gt;día de cambios de claridad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos almas ciegas hablaron,&lt;br /&gt;buscando una respuesta,&lt;br /&gt;con luz los dos se toparon,&lt;br /&gt;Dios celebró con orquesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el sol si pudo imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;que Dios había preparado,&lt;br /&gt;bendiciones sin limitar,&lt;br /&gt;a quienes le han honrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos vendajes muertos en el suelo,&lt;br /&gt;cuatro ojos brillando de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;dos almas aprendiendo con anhelo,&lt;br /&gt;siete de octubre... no olvidaré ese día.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-1088624704046355707?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1088624704046355707/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=1088624704046355707&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1088624704046355707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1088624704046355707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/10/le-sept-octobre.html' title='...Le sept octobre...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SP-7mhGEgNI/AAAAAAAAAF4/PZ07fmUmrOc/s72-c/juin-07-129copie.1182867776.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-2329891569507731363</id><published>2008-10-13T15:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:25:00.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you already eat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SPPBtaCG4YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oK5_lkbYiV4/s1600-h/Visoterra-kyoto-jardin-zen-du-ryoanji-6443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SPPBtaCG4YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oK5_lkbYiV4/s200/Visoterra-kyoto-jardin-zen-du-ryoanji-6443.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256758175897936258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While drinking and talking in an underwater place, named after a famous Yellow bug, my friend and I started to reminisce how life had played it's tricks and treacheries on us.&lt;br /&gt;There was something different that night, a different wind, or a different light inside our mind, or maybe a different smell that swayed our soul, but our universe evolved.&lt;br /&gt;After storytelling and reliving a fear of uncertainty, a little candle was lit, and our heads cleared, and an adrenaline rush moved the very foundations of our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed as if we finished each others ideas, spoke the same language and shared the same thoughts. Our minds spoke and acted out, we realized our life was ours to control.&lt;br /&gt;And we asked ourselves, what had we controlled up to that moment? We saw the truth, we found out that we had let opinions and actions of others control our minds... We had merely reacted to our environment and let other people rule our emotions. Life's trick and treacheries? No... we realized that we had made up excuses to our souls, to ourselves, and for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Not any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now aware of how deceitful people have been, and I know that I can control my destiny when I believe myself and not others; and knowing that I have to act, and not react to what affects my environment... and that,  I can achieve only by being at ease... and my soul is now at peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mohandas said: I have already eaten... have you?&lt;br /&gt;J'ai mangé un plat de calme, une coupe de paix, un dessert de lumière. Qu'as-tu mangé?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-2329891569507731363?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2329891569507731363/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=2329891569507731363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2329891569507731363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2329891569507731363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/10/did-you-already-eat.html' title='Did you already eat?'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SPPBtaCG4YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/oK5_lkbYiV4/s72-c/Visoterra-kyoto-jardin-zen-du-ryoanji-6443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-6874468457973242302</id><published>2008-09-30T23:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:51:17.414-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no words to describe it...</title><content type='html'>Como dice el título, no tengo palabras para describir lo que esta canción me hace sentir...&lt;br /&gt;El video y la canción fueron creadas uno para la otra sin saberlo, por dos de mis mejores amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Personalmente este video me sacó las lágrimas, no pude contenerlo... La inspiración hecha música y sentimiento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVLz5atjWMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uVLz5atjWMs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Mr. Gone and The Invisibles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Letra y música: Kabek Gutiérrez&lt;br /&gt;Video y edición: Andrés Palavicini para su hija Jimena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's a snowy day,&lt;br /&gt;there's no school today,&lt;br /&gt;we can go out and play.&lt;br /&gt;Sun is shining now,&lt;br /&gt;flowers on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;and I love you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to,&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to,&lt;br /&gt;follow me there...&lt;br /&gt;And I need you to,&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to,&lt;br /&gt;follow me there...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm going back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is here now,&lt;br /&gt;it's so damn hot out,&lt;br /&gt;let's walk to the lake.&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are falling,&lt;br /&gt;wind is stronger now,&lt;br /&gt;and I thought you would stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;Goind back home...&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to,&lt;br /&gt;follow me there,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm going back home...&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;Going back home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home...&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-6874468457973242302?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6874468457973242302/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=6874468457973242302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/6874468457973242302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/6874468457973242302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/09/there-are-no-words-to-describe-it.html' title='There are no words to describe it...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7094770819200044147</id><published>2008-09-26T10:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:15:38.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Por cierto...</title><content type='html'>Este post va dedicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Yo estoy loco....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias, ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SN0YPtP0SPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jt3YTGKxtOA/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SN0YPtP0SPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jt3YTGKxtOA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250379398706907378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-7094770819200044147?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7094770819200044147/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7094770819200044147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7094770819200044147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7094770819200044147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-cierto.html' title='Por cierto...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SN0YPtP0SPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/jt3YTGKxtOA/s72-c/Untitled-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5389244630856579150</id><published>2008-09-23T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:59:07.839-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Recordar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SNmQuGgJB5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SSzRNTA69lQ/s1600-h/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SNmQuGgJB5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SSzRNTA69lQ/s200/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249385962370828178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy se me recordó que hay un amor tan grande que no nos deja tirados en la calle, que nos guía y nos carga por esos caminos difíciles, nos ayuda a sobrellevar esas situaciones que nos dejan espiritual y anímicamente exhaustos, sin mencionar siquiera la parte física...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias papá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les dejo un extracto de la canción que me hizo recordar lo bueno que es Él con nosotros... mis ojos lloraron cuando Él me hizo entender que Él está conmigo ahora y más cuando yo lo busco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu m'as donné la force de croire et de me sentir forte&lt;br /&gt;Tu me guides et me portes, j'entends ta voix qui me dit&lt;br /&gt;"Regarde droit devant !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extrait de "Tu m'as donné la force de croire" de Koxie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: La foto tiene MUCHO que ver... si no conocen la historia diganme y la pondré...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5389244630856579150?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5389244630856579150/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5389244630856579150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5389244630856579150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5389244630856579150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/09/recordar.html' title='...Recordar...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SNmQuGgJB5I/AAAAAAAAAE0/SSzRNTA69lQ/s72-c/footprints-in-the-sand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4539323929451930070</id><published>2008-08-29T20:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:35:09.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sadness? Rage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SLixxvYTZVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r_CMzj-ceFg/s1600-h/medium_Sadness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SLixxvYTZVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r_CMzj-ceFg/s200/medium_Sadness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240133634535679314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was invited to the land of dreams...&lt;br /&gt;My body was easing into Morpheous' arms,&lt;br /&gt;and my mind was already enjoying the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That dark shadow, generation's tormentor,&lt;br /&gt;punched reality into my face...&lt;br /&gt;My soul bled and hurt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears escaped from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;my journey with Hemera abruptly stopped;&lt;br /&gt;Calm was cast away from my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how it hurts! Stabbing pain in my soul...&lt;br /&gt;I scream for Eos, for that new dawn;&lt;br /&gt;for a new dream within my dark mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanatos, let go the grip within my soul...&lt;br /&gt;For I die with every tear I drop,&lt;br /&gt;just let me live and dream some more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29-VIII-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4539323929451930070?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4539323929451930070/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4539323929451930070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4539323929451930070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4539323929451930070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/08/sadness-rage.html' title='...Sadness? Rage...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SLixxvYTZVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/r_CMzj-ceFg/s72-c/medium_Sadness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-1661196282862517561</id><published>2008-08-20T15:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:18:56.222-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Receta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SKyKNDujYLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W_GT9uIH5_Q/s1600-h/180371853_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SKyKNDujYLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W_GT9uIH5_Q/s200/180371853_img.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236712423668539570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vieran que cosa más interesante... hace poco una amiga muy querida me pidió una descripción de cómo la pediría yo a ella, para que sea exactamente como es en este momento. Pues bien, yo accedí y escribí en forma de un mini cuento (solo para ella) como la pediría hasta el último detalle.&lt;br /&gt;Un poco curioso y antojado (¿que raro yo siendo curioso verdad?), le pedí que hiciera lo mismo pero conmigo, que me pidiera de tal forma que obtuviera un "Yo" así como soy en este momento, sin más ni menos, sin ponerme cosas feas y sin quitarme cosas buenas (digo digo, alrevés... jiji)...&lt;br /&gt;Le pedí permiso a ella para poder postearlo y aquí lo tienen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cómo se pide un Chilly&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Los ingredientes imprescindibles son:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alegría&lt;br /&gt;-Paz&lt;br /&gt;-Aventura&lt;br /&gt;-Pasión&lt;br /&gt;-Narcisismo del bueno&lt;br /&gt;-Ganas&lt;br /&gt;-Emoción&lt;br /&gt;-Respeto&lt;br /&gt;-Aprendizaje&lt;br /&gt;-Amistad&lt;br /&gt;-Entereza&lt;br /&gt;-Cordialidad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se necesita que todos estos ingredientes tengan las misma medida, más que nada porque todos son necesarios para cualquier cosa que el Chilly haga. Es muy necesario que su familia, ojalá su abuelo supervise la manera en que el Chilly se procese. Los amigos son necesarios para evitar que el narcisismo del bueno se transforme en ego del malo. El chilly no teme, y se conjuga perfectamente con todos los ingredientes, casi se podría decir que es uno de los platos gourmet más detallados del mundo. Se puede acompañar con muchas risas o incluso puede disfrutarse como comfort food cuando el momento se presta; la versatilidad de un Chilly es incomparable. Las ganas son necesarias para poder combinarlas con la aventura, ya que en algunos casos se requiere que el Chilly tenga un sabor más extremo y use su medida de emoción como principal ingrediente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfrute su Chilly en cualquier momento, no importa el motivo, ya que el Chilly fue creado para dar alegría en el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graceindistress.blogspot.com/"&gt;GiD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gracias por su atención...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-1661196282862517561?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1661196282862517561/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=1661196282862517561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1661196282862517561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1661196282862517561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/08/receta.html' title='...Receta...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SKyKNDujYLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/W_GT9uIH5_Q/s72-c/180371853_img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5257466337543532258</id><published>2008-07-28T22:29:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:17:42.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Breakthrough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3uv9zPx5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/t9Ijf26DQjg/s1600-h/break.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3uv9zPx5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/t9Ijf26DQjg/s200/break.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126047276746642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forjado e incandescente&lt;br /&gt;ardiendo con deseo,&lt;br /&gt;añora sentir infinitamente&lt;br /&gt;brillantes sensaciones en apogeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rojo encendido, rojo quemante,&lt;br /&gt;arde bajo mi piel encarcelante,&lt;br /&gt;batiendo al ritmo embriagante&lt;br /&gt;desea salir y gritar, triunfante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorias negras que intimidaban,&lt;br /&gt;vencidas bajo un rayo de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;en un profundo mar se ahogaban,&lt;br /&gt;mis lágrimas, dándome templanza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumido en un valle de negras piedras,&lt;br /&gt;las montañas caen derrumbadas,&lt;br /&gt;los tatuajes del olvido cuales hiedras,&lt;br /&gt;con agua salada de mi alma lavadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incandescente, ardiendo con deseo,&lt;br /&gt;mi corazón naciendo de nuevo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28-VII-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5257466337543532258?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5257466337543532258/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5257466337543532258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5257466337543532258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5257466337543532258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakthrough.html' title='...Breakthrough...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3uv9zPx5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/t9Ijf26DQjg/s72-c/break.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5686357313677495083</id><published>2008-07-04T14:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T14:53:51.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.peaceoneday.org/mycommitment.aspx?number=11810"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.peaceoneday.org/images/badges_animated/anim-banner1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5686357313677495083?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5686357313677495083/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5686357313677495083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5686357313677495083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5686357313677495083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/07/peace-day.html' title='Peace Day'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-8680974225010217136</id><published>2008-06-12T17:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:18:24.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Peto et petam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3u56zEQlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoNEK82Lv_s/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3u56zEQlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoNEK82Lv_s/s200/paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126218269377106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;Tantos recuerdos han pasado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el tiempo los pierde&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en inmensos mares de olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esos tatuajes del alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que sin poder rescatarlos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se nos escapan de las mismas manos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esas sonrisas de amistades&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fueron una vez la luz del alba,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero hoy si acaso estrellas en el d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;o sobre el tiempo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;grimas en mis mejillas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con dolor entretejido en recuerdos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De noche, sobre mi almohada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como dulce canci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ó&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;n de cuna, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;deseo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;mi pasado venga a m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son sentimientos m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;gicos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de intensa alegr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a, provocando &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en mi ser nostalgia fr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo en mis recuerdos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hace que me quiera perder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en noche de efluvios perdidos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;oro demasiado, el regreso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y le pido al tiempo se apiade de mí, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que me otorgue varios en la vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;2006-Hodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-8680974225010217136?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8680974225010217136/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=8680974225010217136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8680974225010217136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8680974225010217136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/06/peto-et-petam.html' title='...Peto et petam...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3u56zEQlI/AAAAAAAAAGg/MoNEK82Lv_s/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-6292052646497322991</id><published>2008-06-12T17:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:19:27.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Je veux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vK_tWNeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PIDw2Jiyr6A/s1600-h/veux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vK_tWNeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PIDw2Jiyr6A/s200/veux.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126511645341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;No quiero esperar que mi vida acabe para darme cuenta de que no he vivido. Quiero poder decir que no me quedado atr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s por simple temor a lo nuevo y diferente. Deseo poder correr sin fronteras y so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ar oc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;anos de alegr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;í&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;a al darme cuenta de mi libertad.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quiero estar bajo la lluvia mirando el cielo y gritar de maravilla, quiero asombrarme por el color del p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;talo de una flor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ñ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;oro besar un cuerpo con ternura y sentir un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;xtasis espiritual. Quiero unirme a la tierra para sentir los milenios de vida. Quiero golpear el aire y escucharlo gritar de dolor al pasar del viento a trav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;s de un cementerio. Ocupo resucitar mi moribunda vida. Quiero empezar a vivir como debo; me llama una vida de intensas emociones. Deseo vivir como lo que realmente soy: como un rom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ntico, como un &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;á&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ngel, como un demonio, como un pastor, como un dios... como yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-6292052646497322991?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6292052646497322991/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=6292052646497322991&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/6292052646497322991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/6292052646497322991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/06/je-veux.html' title='Je veux'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vK_tWNeI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PIDw2Jiyr6A/s72-c/veux.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5499917195417998457</id><published>2008-06-12T17:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:27:23.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFWNqpyQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-F_GwJhg5HM/s1600-h/dscn4972.1203360402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFWNqpyQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-F_GwJhg5HM/s200/dscn4972.1203360402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251573433278546706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;I had a vision of a man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;staring at the moon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft breeze blew onto his face,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he smiled, but still… he stood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What little true can a man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discover by looking at the moon?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What outstanding detail does&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone notice seeing the big blue?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First tranquil and then troubled,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind questions rambled&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not listen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until they overcame the night’s silence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a child grow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to be great, when&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dishonesty and despair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all he sees?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be so that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hypocrisy and hate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule what little life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is left to live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will it be so that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our children grow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the midst of war,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cries and fear? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will we do&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to cope with what&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has yet to come?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while staring at the moon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a soft breeze blew onto my face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and answered…: “HOPE”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5499917195417998457?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5499917195417998457/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5499917195417998457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5499917195417998457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5499917195417998457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/06/hope.html' title='Hope'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFWNqpyQxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/-F_GwJhg5HM/s72-c/dscn4972.1203360402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5934184248163167427</id><published>2008-06-01T18:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:20:21.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahora... yo las doy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vW_TMpvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t1wcUe-F3Ek/s1600-h/esgrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vW_TMpvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t1wcUe-F3Ek/s200/esgrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126717694093042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fundaciondelcorazon.com/muevete/deportes_a-z/recortes/esgrima2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.fundaciondelcorazon.com/muevete/deportes_a-z/recortes/esgrima2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Y me pregunto si es difícil;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre aires de traición;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque confianza ya no queda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mi corazón.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES"&gt;Descanso espera mi alma&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;después de una era de preocupación.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es por odio?¿Es por rencor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Es por amor o por dolor?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La consolación yo la busqué&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en una noche llena de llantos,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abrazando una almohada...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esperando sus consejos sabios.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y me pregunto si es muy fácil;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con una invitación;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque venganza es lo que queda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en mi eterna ilusión.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumento de compañía fui,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple objeto...&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;varios años lo viví.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es un juego al día de hoy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son estocadas que ahora... yo las doy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5934184248163167427?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5934184248163167427/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5934184248163167427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5934184248163167427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5934184248163167427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/06/ahora-yo-las-doy.html' title='Ahora... yo las doy...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vW_TMpvI/AAAAAAAAAGw/t1wcUe-F3Ek/s72-c/esgrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-436656739133447708</id><published>2008-06-01T18:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:20:50.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Adiós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vftYha6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/YHMltVErifU/s1600-h/adios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vftYha6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/YHMltVErifU/s200/adios.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264126867503410082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Esta noche...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di solo buenas noches,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hasta luegos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o nos vemos después;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no adiós.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me han dicho que mueres,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero aparte de eso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo está bien... ¿cierto?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span  lang="ES" style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dime que la vida no acaba así,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en una cama blanca;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con mi amada acostada&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en un lecho de papel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al lado de aguas tranquilas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dios te da descanso;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y yo muero de angustia...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de un corazón despedazado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noche...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solo no me digas adiós,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque eso duele más&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que el último beso en tu frente&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y las lágrimas de mi corazón.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... solo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me digas adiós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Circa 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="georgia" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-436656739133447708?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/436656739133447708/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=436656739133447708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/436656739133447708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/436656739133447708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/06/adis.html' title='...Adiós...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3vftYha6I/AAAAAAAAAG4/YHMltVErifU/s72-c/adios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5916492513374472495</id><published>2008-05-30T12:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:22:42.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Gotas de mí...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3v6_mw6HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IFmJR-CDs3w/s1600-h/gotas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3v6_mw6HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IFmJR-CDs3w/s200/gotas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127336251451506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;¡Ohh! Diosa de la bendición,&lt;br /&gt;tu gran dolor me aqueja;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es dolor de eterna maldición;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero a la vez de gran belleza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Es por la pasión&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que fluye este ardor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es por tu loción&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de embriagante olor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me ahogo yo en tinta de tu alma,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;en tinta fresca por ti vertida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se abren las heridas de mi palma,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;al tomarte con pasión, querida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Me aferro fuertemente de un hilo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quedo pendiendo, sin bases, y río.&lt;br /&gt;Desde mi ojo derecho cae al suelo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una lágrima que moja tu lirio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida infinita tuvo tu jardín&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;después que llovieron gotas de mí,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues el amor eterno la vida da así,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin bases, con alma, dolor y gran frenesí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Circa 2000&lt;br /&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/5588724771952122411-5916492513374472495?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5916492513374472495/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5916492513374472495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5916492513374472495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5916492513374472495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/gotas-de-m.html' title='...Gotas de mí...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3v6_mw6HI/AAAAAAAAAHA/IFmJR-CDs3w/s72-c/gotas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-8559297057484655501</id><published>2008-05-26T21:03:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:21:12.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Refranes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFUzmpxW5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/h9wVyjCRMKc/s1600-h/91363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFUzmpxW5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/h9wVyjCRMKc/s200/91363.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251571886016519058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio de un cuarto, rodeados de pobre lumbre,&lt;br /&gt;degustando olores y sabores, visiones, sensaciones, y texturas.&lt;br /&gt;Entre la luz y oscuridad, jugando con las velas nuestras sombras,&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos captan toda tu figura, con propensión a la locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi sombra te persigue sin parar y cuando te alcanza vuelve a empezar;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cara sonriente, descansando sobre tu mano, es a mis ojos ambrosía;&lt;br /&gt;Tus labios color rubí me atraen seductores, listos para besar,&lt;br /&gt;y esos ojos que me llevan por tu alma y me enseñan fantasía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disfrutando de vino de uvas negras y chocolates mentolados,&lt;br /&gt;sobre la mesa nuestras manos jugando al escondido,&lt;br /&gt;no paro de disfrutar de tu cabello ocultando tus ojos perlados,&lt;br /&gt;y de tu sonrisa con tu voz que me hace olvidar al olvido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jugado con tu pelo y acariciado tus mejillas con un beso,&lt;br /&gt;y he logrado rodearte con mis brazos sintiendo tu alma a mi lado.&lt;br /&gt;Con tres besos me has guiado y encontré sobre mi cuerpo tu peso,&lt;br /&gt;nuestra ropa, inerte y en el suelo, y sentíamos el ambiente helado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con los ojos cerrados, observando ahora con las manos, y un suspiro...&lt;br /&gt;Un suspiro seguido por un gemido con los ojos aun cerrados,&lt;br /&gt;tus piernas me abrazaron y tus labios me llevaron al delirio...&lt;br /&gt;Abrí mis ojos y deleité mi vista en tu cuerpo perfectamente tallado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguí cambiar mis ojos a mis dedos y pude ver tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;y cambié mi tacto a mis ojos y pude acariciar todo tu ser.&lt;br /&gt;No pude contenerme y te maté a besos saboreando tu miel,&lt;br /&gt;y de tu pecho salió un grito extasiado, lleno de placer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eran roces de piel alcanzando estados grandiosos y sublimes,&lt;br /&gt;Eran cabellos revueltos por el viento de nuestro vaivén,&lt;br /&gt;es tu piel húmeda y desnuda que con cada caricia gime,&lt;br /&gt;hasta que caemos y resurgimos y quedamos en el edén.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con senos al viento y una sabana cubriendo tus piernas tersas,&lt;br /&gt;con nuestras piernas entrelazadas, uno al lado del otro, acostados,&lt;br /&gt;con mi mirada, fija en tus diamantes turqueza inmersa,&lt;br /&gt;y tus dedos tocando los mios, uniendo nuestros seres... ahora dormidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV-2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-8559297057484655501?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8559297057484655501/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=8559297057484655501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8559297057484655501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8559297057484655501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/refranes.html' title='...Refranes...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SOFUzmpxW5I/AAAAAAAAAFM/h9wVyjCRMKc/s72-c/91363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-843922099817066885</id><published>2008-05-26T20:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:23:13.617-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...La réponse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wDTJCfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qsQv1AJiei0/s1600-h/reponse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wDTJCfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qsQv1AJiei0/s200/reponse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127478934437170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En medio de un silencio rodeado de luces de cera,&lt;br /&gt;de notas trovadas, de gotas mojadas,&lt;br /&gt;de luna estrellada, miradas y sonrisas perladas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una pregunta lanzada a ese espacio&lt;br /&gt;bañado por luz de noche en velas,&lt;br /&gt;sobre el apoyo en madera del cuerpo cansado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"¿En que estás pensando?"&lt;br /&gt;Una mirada jugando con mi sonrisa,&lt;br /&gt;"En nada que no te haya dicho antes"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24-V-08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/5588724771952122411-843922099817066885?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/843922099817066885/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=843922099817066885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/843922099817066885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/843922099817066885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-rponse.html' title='...La réponse...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wDTJCfTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/qsQv1AJiei0/s72-c/reponse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-1901969058130818495</id><published>2008-05-20T23:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:23:56.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no doy más....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wNDofk_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ey7Thd8oeo/s1600-h/doy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wNDofk_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ey7Thd8oeo/s200/doy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127646570091506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy, mi corazón se cansó.&lt;br /&gt;Después de haber dado su máximo,&lt;br /&gt;tuvo que parar... Y se fundió.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fue entonces cuando devolví mi alma,&lt;br /&gt;cuando di el último latido,&lt;br /&gt;cuando se escuchó mi último suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como rosa marchita caí;&lt;br /&gt;pétalo a pétalo morí.&lt;br /&gt;Y después mis cenizas al jugar&lt;br /&gt;con el aire dijeron así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hoy andamos en el viento,&lt;br /&gt;mañana estaremos en el agua,&lt;br /&gt;y después, en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;de aquellos que fueron amados”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi cuerpo no dio más,&lt;br /&gt;mi último paso di.&lt;br /&gt;Y en el suelo...&lt;br /&gt;solo... solo... ahí perecí.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y mis cenizas al jugar&lt;br /&gt;con el viento dicen así:&lt;br /&gt;“Y después, estaremos en el corazón&lt;br /&gt;de aquellos que esperamos, aquí”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-1901969058130818495?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1901969058130818495/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=1901969058130818495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1901969058130818495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/1901969058130818495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-no-doy-ms.html' title='Ya no doy más....'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wNDofk_I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4Ey7Thd8oeo/s72-c/doy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-17525116849438843</id><published>2008-05-20T23:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:24:31.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wWJwLfkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/weXSJKiaZEk/s1600-h/reflejo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wWJwLfkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/weXSJKiaZEk/s200/reflejo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127802831765058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de mis lágrimas derramar,&lt;br /&gt;veo mi reflejo en el lago y me pongo a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién es ese que veo?&lt;br /&gt;No soy yo, es un reflejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Cuánto no desearía ser ese reflejo?&lt;br /&gt;No llora, no habla, solo me ve... perplejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser una imagen de espejos,&lt;br /&gt;para verme yo, observarme de lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anhelo no pertenecer a este lugar,&lt;br /&gt;solo me da tristeza, desilusión al amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi mano quiebra el vidrio salado,&lt;br /&gt;mi cara en pedazos ha quedado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las ondas son mi furia&lt;br /&gt;y las lágrimas mi lluvia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quién es ese que veo?&lt;br /&gt;No soy yo, es un reflejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero ser una imagen de espejos,&lt;br /&gt;para verme yo, observarme de lejos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...para verte yo; y amarte de lejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-17525116849438843?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/17525116849438843/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=17525116849438843&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/17525116849438843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/17525116849438843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/reflejo.html' title='Reflejo'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wWJwLfkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/weXSJKiaZEk/s72-c/reflejo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-3198785387902824893</id><published>2008-05-20T23:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:24:55.931-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soledad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wdLk4p2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/unvtrLgbP38/s1600-h/soledad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wdLk4p2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/unvtrLgbP38/s200/soledad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264127923580348258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un leve cosquilleo,&lt;br /&gt;casi intangible,&lt;br /&gt;como un corto suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;que fue pero ya no es.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un suave toque en mi palma,&lt;br /&gt;son tus dedos que me halagan.&lt;br /&gt;Buscan mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;y  lentamente se retiran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu tomas mi mano,&lt;br /&gt;entrelazas nuestros seres&lt;br /&gt;y aprietas con leve fuerza&lt;br /&gt;pero inmensos sentimientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos me cuentan de tu alma,&lt;br /&gt;tus lágrimas expresan tu sentir,&lt;br /&gt;y diriges mi mano a tus labios&lt;br /&gt;y besas cortamente mi palma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al cerrar tus párpados&lt;br /&gt;me das a entender,&lt;br /&gt;esa respuesta que en&lt;br /&gt;palabras no se puede poner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y al soltar mi mano&lt;br /&gt;me vuelves a ver,&lt;br /&gt;mientras yo busco&lt;br /&gt;una nueva razón de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-3198785387902824893?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3198785387902824893/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=3198785387902824893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/3198785387902824893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/3198785387902824893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/un-leve-cosquilleo-casi-intangible-como.html' title='Soledad'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wdLk4p2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/unvtrLgbP38/s72-c/soledad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-3528530023356057196</id><published>2008-05-20T23:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:25:20.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Sentir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wjLMwVhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ReIbujRnJxA/s1600-h/sentir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wjLMwVhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ReIbujRnJxA/s200/sentir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128026558354962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando duermo,&lt;br /&gt;yo lloro.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras sueño,&lt;br /&gt;yo lloro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me levanto y estoy triste,&lt;br /&gt;pues veo colores, mas no los siento.&lt;br /&gt;Distingo muchos; azul, verde, rojo y negro.&lt;br /&gt;Y los observo, pero no los siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay algo que obstruye,&lt;br /&gt;o más bien algo falta.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso lloro...&lt;br /&gt;pues no los siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo... creo que algo se hunde&lt;br /&gt;y que yo me hundo con eso.&lt;br /&gt;Creo... creo poder estar a flote&lt;br /&gt;si alguien está ahí conmigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me hundo en un mar.&lt;br /&gt;Es un mar de lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Son lágrimas de mi llanto.&lt;br /&gt;Del llanto cuando no siento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, prefiero no ver.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, prefiero no distinguir.&lt;br /&gt;Yo, prefiero ser ciego...&lt;br /&gt;si eso significa sentir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-3528530023356057196?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3528530023356057196/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=3528530023356057196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/3528530023356057196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/3528530023356057196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/cuando-duermo-yo-lloro.html' title='...Sentir...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3wjLMwVhI/AAAAAAAAAHo/ReIbujRnJxA/s72-c/sentir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7944315072157710660</id><published>2008-05-15T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:47:54.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Contact Info</title><content type='html'>Bueno bueno, después que mucha... MUCHA gente me ha preguntado (entiéndase las voces de mi cabeza), aquí están algunos lugares donde me pueden encontrar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/luigimadriz"&gt;MySpace me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Luis_A_Madriz_M/717747861"&gt;Facebook me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:luigimadriz@gmail.com"&gt;Email me!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Más? Ya no tengo más... jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cualquier cosa me pueden contactar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-7944315072157710660?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7944315072157710660/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7944315072157710660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7944315072157710660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7944315072157710660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/contact-info.html' title='Contact Info'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-717674665202801770</id><published>2008-05-02T14:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:26:37.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He cried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3w2ScTH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AeIIzSHh85E/s1600-h/tear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3w2ScTH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AeIIzSHh85E/s200/tear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128354920112082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Entre negros barrotes se encontraba,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de sal concentraciones especificaba.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escapó de la prisión y encontró su camino,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cumplió su misión y bajó a su destino.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tierras sonrojadas recorrió&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y a otras de su especie encontró.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después que los fríos aires cruzó,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre una carta se estancó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manchó el papel y de tinta se llenó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“¡Cuánto desastre!” y de cólera el papel arrugó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando él lloraba una lágrima escapó,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bajó por su mejilla y después cayó.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Él lloraba a su amada por la carta que le dio,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;él moría poco a poco; Su lágrima reveló.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y ésta lágrima callada la carta arruinó...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sin poder, él nunca respondió.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Circa 2003&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-717674665202801770?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/717674665202801770/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=717674665202801770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/717674665202801770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/717674665202801770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-cried.html' title='He cried'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3w2ScTH9I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AeIIzSHh85E/s72-c/tear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4249341160554710135</id><published>2008-04-26T17:28:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:48:15.152-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Consejo de mi abuelito</title><content type='html'>Lo que les voy a contar me lleno el corazón de alegría, de calor, de ganas de llorar, de emoción... simplemente fue algo demasiado increíble y tierno. Muchos tal vez no le encuentren el sentido pero bueno, para aquellos a quienes aún significa algo ahí va:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El viernes 25 de abril, estaba yo con mi queridísima abuelita&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SBO7yUHP9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KywL7U7XLbI/s1600-h/IMAGE_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SBO7yUHP9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KywL7U7XLbI/s200/IMAGE_117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193701268355282034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cenando en Los Antojitos. Yo había sido invitado pues había una actividad para nietos/nietas y sus abuelitos y abuelitas respectivas. Aquí les presento a mi abuelita disfrutando de una ensalada que describió como apetitosa pero muy grande para ella sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre estos opas y omas (como cariñosamente les llaman algunos), se encontraba una pareja muy singular y que apenas me senté me llamó la atención. Él, vestido con su pantalón de casimir, una camisa de botones y una jacket, combinadas con un sombrero y una cruz dorada alrededor del cuello. Ella, vestida con un vestido muy sobrio, aflorado, de estilo casi alemán.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En los ojos de ambos se notaban los años, los párpados un poco caídos, los ojos grises más por el paso del tiempo que porque fueran de ese color originalmente, las voces un poquito roncas y la piel adelgazada. La señora con un poco de artritis en sus manos y él con cierta dificultad para escuchar. Ambos de cabellos canosos, peinados a la perfección para tan importante actividad donde todos los titos y titas eran la atracción principal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se dirigían a la mesa, él con su bastón metálico y ella agarrada de su nieta. El señor muy respetuosamente (tal y como deberían de hacer todos aquellos que no lo hacen) se quitó el sombrero para sentarse, después de haber esperado que se sentara su esposa. Les informo,&lt;br /&gt;él tiene 93 años de joven, y ella un poco más joven aún.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues bien, en medio toda esta historia que no les ha dicho aún nada, noté un detalle que dió pie a que les contara todo esto y a la vez, que le tomara una foto a esta pareja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les describo la escena: Él, se desenrolla la bufanda, se acomoda el sombrero en su regazo.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SBO9eEHP9II/AAAAAAAAADA/Osm2QtaThEc/s1600-h/IMAGE_116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SBO9eEHP9II/AAAAAAAAADA/Osm2QtaThEc/s320/IMAGE_116.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193703119486186626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ella, se sienta y ve todo a su alrededor, mientras pone ambas manos sobre la mesa. Él, mira con ojos de niño travieso y de un momento a otro, le toca la muñeca a su esposa, rozando su piel, hasta poder tomar su mano; y en ese momento sonríe satisfecho. Ahí lo ven en esta foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta pareja tiene 70 años de casados, y al ver como él le tomaba la mano a su esposa, casi no pude contenerme de la alegría, y casi brotan lágrimas de mis ojos. Me encantaría poder vivir en carne propia la relación que tiene esa pareja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una vez mi abuelito me dió un consejo, 2-3 años después de la muerte de su esposa, y quiero compartirlo: Vea Luisito (así me dice él de cariño), cuando usted tenga una novia o una esposa, siempre que esté con ella hágale cariño, agárrele la mano, róbele un beso, aunque estén peleados, aunque se hayan visto todo el día; porque después, uno lamenta no haber aprovechado cada segundo que estuvo junto a ella....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-4249341160554710135?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4249341160554710135/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4249341160554710135&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4249341160554710135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4249341160554710135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/consejo-de-mi-abuelito.html' title='Consejo de mi abuelito'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SBO7yUHP9HI/AAAAAAAAAC4/KywL7U7XLbI/s72-c/IMAGE_117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-800818443687643408</id><published>2008-04-25T10:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:27:21.961-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my life's desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xBeZFQGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GNMEqCpU8rk/s1600-h/life+desires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xBeZFQGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GNMEqCpU8rk/s200/life+desires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128547106406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ephemera.org/images/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;En el camino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te encontré&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y junto a ti hablé,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a conocerte llegué.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el trecho reí&lt;br /&gt;y cambié.&lt;br /&gt;De ti me enamoré&lt;br /&gt;y por eso lloré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Contigo,&lt;br /&gt;yo sueño de noche&lt;br /&gt;y sueño de día... de ti&lt;br /&gt;me embriago, querida mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ojalá leyeras de mi alma&lt;br /&gt;ojalá...&lt;br /&gt;Comprenderías mi ser,&lt;br /&gt;comprenderías mi querer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entenderías que...&lt;br /&gt;si fueras fuego, yo me quemaría;&lt;br /&gt;si fueras agua, con gusto me ahogaría.&lt;br /&gt;Entenderías...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me enamoré, lloré.&lt;br /&gt;Lloré llantos de esperanza,&lt;br /&gt;llantos de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;y llantos por tu ausencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contigo,&lt;br /&gt;yo sueño de noche&lt;br /&gt;y sueño de día... de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;me embriago, querida mía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lugas Alquem&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2002&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-800818443687643408?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/800818443687643408/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=800818443687643408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/800818443687643408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/800818443687643408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-of-my-lifes-desires.html' title='One of my life&apos;s desires'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xBeZFQGI/AAAAAAAAAH4/GNMEqCpU8rk/s72-c/life+desires.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-8005351143812603532</id><published>2008-04-20T09:49:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:27:47.169-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Light it up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xHgY3VnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Bt_0giyp1U/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xHgY3VnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Bt_0giyp1U/s200/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128650721580658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Con el amanecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se enciende una llama&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muy dentro de mi alma.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Llega el sol,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con paso firma cual ejército,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortaleciéndose con el pasar&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;del tiempo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creciendo, una pasión subiendo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El cielo al medio día,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está en todo su resplandor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es el verdadero clímax del amor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el punto más alto de ilusión.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atardecer, con él, se opaca la luz,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con él, el ejército es derrotado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La ilusión se vuelve realidad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y el amor se da cuenta de su falsedad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira la noche,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin luz alguna, no hay fuego,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no hay pasión en la vida,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la tristeza arruya el pensamiento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Pero la noche pasa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y hay un nuevo amanecer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y se enciende una llama...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otra vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Circa 1998&lt;br /&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/5588724771952122411-8005351143812603532?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8005351143812603532/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=8005351143812603532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8005351143812603532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8005351143812603532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/light-it-up.html' title='...Light it up...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xHgY3VnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0Bt_0giyp1U/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-5346192666742517698</id><published>2008-04-20T09:39:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:28:28.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clock is ticking....tic toc tic toc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xR1H9_VI/AAAAAAAAAII/BzNJ3MoHQpQ/s1600-h/tic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xR1H9_VI/AAAAAAAAAII/BzNJ3MoHQpQ/s200/tic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264128828086549842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alumbra con escasa luz,&lt;br /&gt;de noche, el viento sopla,&lt;br /&gt;de noche, la niebla cubre&lt;br /&gt;y la luna... sola, sola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Las hojas caminan,&lt;br /&gt;como ondeando de un lado a otro.&lt;br /&gt;Los árboles, guardianes&lt;br /&gt;de tanto secreto de vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suenan las ramas&lt;br /&gt;chocando unas contra otras,&lt;br /&gt;quebrándose al pisar,&lt;br /&gt;gritando de soledad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El búho,&lt;br /&gt;sabio de milenios,&lt;br /&gt;ve en la noche,&lt;br /&gt;espíritus de años cientos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La luna, tiembla de frío,&lt;br /&gt;así su luz, al ser poca,&lt;br /&gt;enseña con gran recelo&lt;br /&gt;el camino a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos seres, deambulan,&lt;br /&gt;ríen, y susurran&lt;br /&gt;sobre las posibles leyendas&lt;br /&gt;que les circulan alrededor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como invitación adentro,&lt;br /&gt;así llama la oscuridad,&lt;br /&gt;penetrante tiniebla&lt;br /&gt;de  todas las almas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escasa claridad,&lt;br /&gt;grandes sombras,&lt;br /&gt;bello paisaje,&lt;br /&gt;invitante traición.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorias, son tatuajes&lt;br /&gt;del alma...&lt;br /&gt;son cosas de un lugar,&lt;br /&gt;de algún momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es impredecible,&lt;br /&gt;no es pregunta ni respuesta.&lt;br /&gt;Es una lección&lt;br /&gt;aprendida en el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-5346192666742517698?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5346192666742517698/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=5346192666742517698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5346192666742517698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/5346192666742517698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/clock-is-tickingtic-toc-tic-toc.html' title='Clock is ticking....tic toc tic toc'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQ3xR1H9_VI/AAAAAAAAAII/BzNJ3MoHQpQ/s72-c/tic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-4684411634837002880</id><published>2008-04-19T18:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:03:55.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....Vagues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqPM9E9LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xD0ArgKCXLA/s1600-h/wallpaper_540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqPM9E9LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xD0ArgKCXLA/s320/wallpaper_540.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191118973214469490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Se esfuman,&lt;br /&gt;son las olas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que los lavan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y después, se van...&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Humedecen la arena&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y quedan las huellas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero vuelven las olas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y no se ven más.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Chocan contra las piedras&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y estruendo crean.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero silencio queda&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando estas se van.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Vacío,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;con alas se fueron volando,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre el mar...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobre la felicidad...&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Mis pies húmedos están,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;granitos de arena los cubren,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pues son todo lo que queda,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuando el mar lejos está.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Ya no están,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son las olas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que los lavan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y después,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;se van...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="ES-CR"&gt;Circa 1998&lt;br /&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/5588724771952122411-4684411634837002880?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4684411634837002880/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=4684411634837002880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4684411634837002880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/4684411634837002880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/vagues.html' title='....Vagues...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqPM9E9LXI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xD0ArgKCXLA/s72-c/wallpaper_540.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-8001494863903539260</id><published>2008-04-19T14:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:01:14.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>....Bliss.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQitE9LbI/AAAAAAAAACY/shxLSFCK_q8/s1600-h/orgasm_jpg%280%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQitE9LbI/AAAAAAAAACY/shxLSFCK_q8/s200/orgasm_jpg%280%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191120446388252082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando me tocas asi,&lt;br /&gt;al tomarme como lo hiciste.&lt;br /&gt;Me besaste apasionadamente&lt;br /&gt;y yo a ti por igual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos cuerpos a punto de unirse,&lt;br /&gt;desnudos ante el frio de la noche.&lt;br /&gt;Rozandose uno contra el otro,&lt;br /&gt;queriendose uno al otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dedo buscando algo,&lt;br /&gt;las manos de arriba a abajo.&lt;br /&gt;Piernas entrelazadas y sonidos...&lt;br /&gt;...sonidos llenos de placer y amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extasis de ella, de el,&lt;br /&gt;y llega el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Las miradas de lujuria y de agradecimiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos cuerpos sudados, unidos,&lt;br /&gt;desnudos ante el candor de la pasion.&lt;br /&gt;Tocandose uno al otro,&lt;br /&gt;excitandose uno al otro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y llegan las caricias,&lt;br /&gt;los suspiros a ojos cerrados.&lt;br /&gt;Se juega con los cabellos de el&lt;br /&gt;y se toca la espalda de ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cubiertos por una delgada manta,&lt;br /&gt;con los bustos al viento&lt;br /&gt;y las piernas descubiertas.&lt;br /&gt;De el, los brazos; de ella, el cuerpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos cuerpos a punto de dormirse,&lt;br /&gt;desnudos uno contra el otro.&lt;br /&gt;La inocencia en pasion convertida.&lt;br /&gt;El eden por fin encontrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa 2001&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-8001494863903539260?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8001494863903539260/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=8001494863903539260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8001494863903539260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/8001494863903539260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/bliss.html' title='....Bliss.......'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQitE9LbI/AAAAAAAAACY/shxLSFCK_q8/s72-c/orgasm_jpg%280%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-7794361166971555639</id><published>2008-04-19T14:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:03:57.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi visión de las mujeres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQItE9LZI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSHKGtKZiOc/s1600-h/Grays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQItE9LZI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSHKGtKZiOc/s320/Grays.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191119999711653266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la ondeante seda&lt;br /&gt;moviendose y flotando,&lt;br /&gt;tan incorporea sobre el viento&lt;br /&gt;y al exacto tan expresiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la blanca paloma&lt;br /&gt;en el vuelo alza y mueve sus alas,&lt;br /&gt;con tal suavidad y delicadeza,&lt;br /&gt;tanta dulzura y precaucion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la hoja flotante,&lt;br /&gt;que sin rumbo vaga sin final,&lt;br /&gt;que sobre el nada se desliza&lt;br /&gt;y el aire llega a cortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como aquel suave suspiro&lt;br /&gt;tan costosamente se escucha y&lt;br /&gt;tan correctamente acaricia&lt;br /&gt;la piel satinada y perfumada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como la calma llovizna,&lt;br /&gt;apacible en su ser;&lt;br /&gt;cual estruendo se le opone;&lt;br /&gt;asi debería de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como el lento arroyo&lt;br /&gt;envuelve su cuerpo y al entrecelo deja ver,&lt;br /&gt;cuan humedad perfecta&lt;br /&gt;ha dejado este ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuan suave y delicada&lt;br /&gt;deberia de ser,&lt;br /&gt;por alto se pasa&lt;br /&gt;la importancia de la hacer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como el sueño causa;&lt;br /&gt;tan delicioso manjar al labio;&lt;br /&gt;el lento cierre del parpado&lt;br /&gt;y el precioso amanecer en el ocaso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?Son ellas dignas de tal delicioso actuar?&lt;br /&gt;Pues si, lo son de esto y mas.&lt;br /&gt;ya que debe aun mas delicada ser...&lt;br /&gt;La forma de tocar a una mujer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circa: 1999&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-7794361166971555639?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7794361166971555639/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=7794361166971555639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7794361166971555639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/7794361166971555639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/mi-visin-de-las-mujeres.html' title='Mi visión de las mujeres'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQItE9LZI/AAAAAAAAACI/HSHKGtKZiOc/s72-c/Grays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-334979404281887517</id><published>2008-04-19T14:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:00:12.638-06:00</updated><title type='text'>...Look at my eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQR9E9LaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qIsh1IUUPCU/s1600-h/Braveheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQR9E9LaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qIsh1IUUPCU/s320/Braveheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191120158625443234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen the opening scene whenever there is a raging war? Right there where the main character screams at the enemy with an empowering war cry? There you can see the fire burning in his eyes and in his soul...&lt;br /&gt;Just like that I scream: Now I am ready... Bring on heaven and hell!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007-Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-334979404281887517?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/334979404281887517/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=334979404281887517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/334979404281887517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/334979404281887517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-at-my-eyes.html' title='...Look at my eyes...'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQR9E9LaI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qIsh1IUUPCU/s72-c/Braveheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5588724771952122411.post-2455946939564284837</id><published>2008-04-19T14:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T10:05:18.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from war....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQtNE9LcI/AAAAAAAAACg/8i5IChfodU0/s1600-h/Angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQtNE9LcI/AAAAAAAAACg/8i5IChfodU0/s200/Angels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191120626776878530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al volver con mi mente un poco mas abierta pude quitarme las vendas de mis ojos y ver lo que en realidad me rodeaba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Antes lo sabia pero ahora lo vivo: soy parte de una hermandad que nunca me dejo caer y me seguira protegiendo al igual que yo a ellos.&lt;br /&gt;- Me di cuenta de muchas mentiras que me habian convencido de ser verdades&lt;br /&gt;- Descubri el verdadero rostro de algunos (aquellos que buscan soluciones porque no pueden lograr nada solos y otros que se creen omniscientes siendo mentirosos)&lt;br /&gt;- Que puedo lastimar de gran manera a las personas&lt;br /&gt;- Que no estoy... YO SOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y sinceramente he visto como el mundo gira y continua sin avisarle a la vida que debe apurarse, simplemente la deja tirada cuando caiga. Es por esta razon que me siento orgulloso y extremadamente afortunado de tener a esas personas que saben quienes son a mi alrededor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algunos creen formar parte de ese grupo selecto a mi alrededor pero despues de ver lo que hicieron perdieron mi confianza, perdieron mi amistad y ahora para mi son simples personas que me han traicionado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun asi, a todas las personas que me rodean, con especial enfasis a quienes lo merecen: Gracias porque me han hecho crecer y me han ayudado. Ustedes tienen parte en mi corazon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006-Now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5588724771952122411-2455946939564284837?l=luigimadriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2455946939564284837/comments/default' title='Comentarios de la entrada'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5588724771952122411&amp;postID=2455946939564284837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2455946939564284837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5588724771952122411/posts/default/2455946939564284837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://luigimadriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-war.html' title='Back from war....'/><author><name>Chilly // Luis Madriz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06158061195861602061</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SQC1q0rQ3AI/AAAAAAAAAGA/HLnNYE_Zu10/S220/103813.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zyAbaWn9G7Q/SAqQtNE9LcI/AAAAAAAAACg/8i5IChfodU0/s72-c/Angels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
