tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36453615052558307992011-07-07T23:09:33.741-07:00jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.comBlogger3921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-15726011185477407752010-03-17T23:10:00.001-07:002010-03-17T23:11:43.269-07:00te habia olvidado letras, solo senti resequedad en los labios<br /><br />estaba muda<br />mas no estaba muerta.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1572601118547740775?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-13580613113632860212010-03-17T23:08:00.000-07:002010-03-17T23:10:19.111-07:00entre el aire y el tierra un minuto se detuvo el corazon en rafagas de tiempo se elevo un suspiro<br />habia yo avanzado, le pise acelerador<br /><br />un susto cayo sobre los pies<br /><br /><br />solo azucar hizo volverme otra vez<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1358061311363286021?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-12174790590405944912010-03-15T20:42:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:51:01.537-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S57_sEIM5oI/AAAAAAAABXo/57GKz41LQ6Q/s1600-h/DSC07663.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449073731652347522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S57_sEIM5oI/AAAAAAAABXo/57GKz41LQ6Q/s320/DSC07663.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Mariposas la piel</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1217479059040594491?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-41240970076097417422010-03-15T20:27:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:34:37.190-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S578FtO0PeI/AAAAAAAABXg/Myepw42rK68/s1600-h/DSC07686.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449069774136163810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S578FtO0PeI/AAAAAAAABXg/Myepw42rK68/s320/DSC07686.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Las puedo tomar</div><div>pero no quiero que sean mi posesion</div><div>quiero aprender a ser diferente</div><div> </div><div>solo quiero que mis pensamientos sean libres</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4124097007609741742?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-73915118644871408492010-03-15T20:13:00.000-07:002010-03-15T20:23:56.471-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S575SD6Vg9I/AAAAAAAABXY/Ycg0fUrHbAM/s1600-h/DSC07709.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449066687847826386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S575SD6Vg9I/AAAAAAAABXY/Ycg0fUrHbAM/s320/DSC07709.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Posiblemente</div><div>siento mariposas </div><div> </div><div>posiblemente no se quedaran</div><div>conmigo</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>posiblemente es una imagen</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>posiblemente es algo que me gusta sentir</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>todo es posible aqui dentro de mi cabeza, desde mariposas de colores</div><div> </div><div>hasta ser el mar</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7391511864487140849?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-80162554205908768372010-03-15T16:07:00.000-07:002010-03-15T16:13:49.964-07:00Creo que hoy si me siento mal, razon evidente<br /><br />no lo se<br /><br />supongo que es el estado hormonal de cada mes, compre un cuarto de nieve<br />y es como si quisiera estar sola y ala vez no<br />es una sensacion muy extraña<br /><br />como de querer guardar silencio y querer<br />r gritar todo<br /><br />como el saber que algo esta mal , pero aun hacinedolo eso mal se siente un bien provisional<br />por que los seres humanos<br /><br />sentimos esas cosas<br /><br /><br />sentimos la debilidad en los sentidos<br /><br />el ver<br />el oler<br /> el probar<br />el tocar<br /><br />dilemas de nuestros valores<br /><br />y si dentro de nosotros mismo supieramos que no esta mal<br />no pasaria nada...<br /><br /> y todo seria amarillo...<br /><br /><br />no quiero que sea asi...<br /><br />es que quiero viajar , pero no se a donde<br />me detengo no quiero estar quieta<br />solo quiero moverme aunque se me acabe el tiempo<br /><br />evades tu cabeza... No<br /><br />hay un punto donde ella esta enfrente de mi..<br />yo solo callo<br /><br />Escuchando....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8016255420590876837?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-26780672686618241752010-03-14T22:38:00.000-07:002010-03-14T22:40:57.493-07:00Creo que es complicado,<br />odio amar lo complicado<br /><br />por que de una vez empiezo por lo simple<br />es mejor asi, lo simple es asi<br /><br /><br />me quedaria si tuviera la fuerza para estar enfrente de mi<br />me quedaria si tuviera el poder de hacerme temblar<br />me quedaria si me hiciera sentir protegida<br /><br />me quedaria si sintiera que todo va estar bien...<br /><br /><br />difuso todo esta difuso por ahora ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2678067268661824175?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-52884318051994174212010-03-14T22:31:00.000-07:002010-03-14T22:37:25.494-07:00Incesante respiro, incestante pensamiento<br />incensante<br /><br /> podria uno subir a la barca , sin estar seguro te lleve a la mar y si te pierdes o te lleva lejos donde no hay regreso<br /><br />que te quedes quieto, mariposas vuelan sobre mi<br /><br />mi distraigo ,<br />pero incesantemente vuelvo a sentir poca ansiedad .. por ti pendiente<br /><br />o pretender<br /><br />que es pretender es tratar de ser algo ...<br />alguien<br /><br />para que a medias tintas mejor asi tal cual<br /><br />los recuerdo se llenaron en mi mente<br />y se evaporan finitamente en silencio<br />cuando aveces siento mi propia compañia<br /><br /><br />sonrio por que creo en algo<br /><br /> que ni siquiera puedo tocar , creo en algo que ni siquiera puedo ver<br />simplemente creo en las palabras silenciosas descaramente atravesadas a mis ojos,<br /><br /><br />creo que me siento en medio<br />pero amo el movimiento..<br /><br /><br />sigiolamente dejare que me lleve de la mano :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5288431805199417421?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-70888790347491958432010-03-13T15:43:00.000-08:002010-03-13T15:46:15.105-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5wjj5z1qZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xlpqNbQ1OHk/s1600-h/marzo+2010+036-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448268748932098450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5wjj5z1qZI/AAAAAAAABXQ/xlpqNbQ1OHk/s320/marzo+2010+036-1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sopresas da </div><div>la vida</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7088879034749195843?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-71138786201962102502010-03-13T15:24:00.000-08:002010-03-13T15:31:05.891-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5wf_4hrhMI/AAAAAAAABXI/m7Ppnzkowoc/s1600-h/DSC03570.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448264831577326786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5wf_4hrhMI/AAAAAAAABXI/m7Ppnzkowoc/s320/DSC03570.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>en realidad solo siento un poco de ansiedad</p><p>se por que...</p><p> </p><p>Pendiente</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7113878620196210250?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-57551947848936924742010-03-13T15:19:00.001-08:002010-03-13T15:23:43.720-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5weCclue1I/AAAAAAAABXA/1HAGqItf6SI/s1600-h/marzo+2010+046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448262676594457426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/S5weCclue1I/AAAAAAAABXA/1HAGqItf6SI/s320/marzo+2010+046.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Aveces , reduces la velocidad de el tiempo</div><div>en pequeños instantes </div><div>si no me entiendes </div><div>no me importa solo vacio</div><div>un poco mi cerebro</div><div>de estas palabras acomodadas</div><div>y simplemente fluye como la luz</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5755194784893692474?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-48982016152557465032010-03-13T15:18:00.000-08:002010-03-13T15:19:19.689-08:00Suavamente<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4898201615255746503?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-1674606615787823022009-10-24T10:10:00.000-07:002009-10-24T10:11:37.735-07:00Me siento rara , rara siempre he sido , exigente, quizas sea aveces de dificil trato, solo pienso que quizas lo que mas odio lo tengo mi cabeza eso quizas solo sea una mala percepcion son dias extraño de los cuales solo quisiera huir de mi cabeza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-167460661578782302?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-42019163162704331722009-09-16T09:05:00.000-07:002009-09-16T09:16:54.732-07:00Las palabras se olvidan de mí cabeza , y olvido<br />los artículos y olvido a las personas<br /><br />vengo caminando desde lejos<br />¡ No he podio hacer nada por mi misma !<br /><br />creo que el miedo es parte de mi ,<br />olvido aveces que me habita..<br /><br />como muchas veces olvido pequeños detalles<br />y mi estomago se revuelve , como las tontas olas de mar<br /><br />graciosas y contentas , lo que he dejado de ser yo , aun no se por que...<br /><br /><br />ilusiones.. la caja de ilusiones esta cerrada , pero mi naturaleza es abrir la caja de pandora<br />es una aventura , amo las aventuras, amo el despegarme<br />de mi 5 sentidos<br /><br />amo escuchar musica, en sí puedo ser traparente ,<br />invisiblemente trasparente , pero mis ojos son demasiado fuerte para poder ocultarlos<br />he dejado de hacer lo que yo considere que no era tan buena para ello,<br /><br />he dejado de leer por que me aburre,<br />creo que me siento en una zanja humedad<br /><br /><br />uno busca siempre lo nuevo aveces preferiria estar estatica.. quedarme en un<br />solo lugar pero no puedo , mis piececillos no dejan de manipular<br /><br /><br />mi cabeza ahogada en resentimientos, mejor<br />prefiero olvidar ... ser diferente<br /><br />el cambio<br />es lo unico constante... la vida siempre es asi , un cambio<br /><br /><br />aqui lo mas interesante de todo es el silencio...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4201916316270433172?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-47801544860383708212009-08-29T21:34:00.000-07:002009-08-29T21:42:04.659-07:00que desesperacion me jalaran si , de la piel más fina la de la espalda.<br /><br /><br /> me ruñes los huesos de las manos , me comen mi cerebro y sigo caminando sin rumbo<br /><br />sigo sin pintar ningun color .. solo me muevo en los mismo lugaes, me enojo por la misma cosas<br /><br />me acuerdo de lo mismo, aveces ya no me importa nada , aveces me importa todo...<br /><br /><br />no me siento bien<br /><br />al menos por hoy<br />a veces no tengo fuerzas para cambiarlo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4780154486038370821?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-30430282329323989522009-08-29T21:20:00.000-07:002009-08-29T21:21:01.694-07:00Etapas , solo soy un zombie caminando entre pantanos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3043028232932398952?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-26460702598880700242009-08-29T21:14:00.000-07:002009-08-29T21:18:15.256-07:00Imagen destrozada, sin ideas<br />vacia hueca, delirante<br />sin articulos como siempre<br /><br />intentando descifrar<br /><br /> soy y me siento absolumente callada ... desesperada amarrada en hojas pantanosas<br /><br /> que me susurran al oido y me dicen quedate ya , anclada aqui te haremos reina de el pantano<br /><br /> y me tienden en silencio<br /><br /><br /> yo solo intento huir<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2646070259888070024?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-7199006895874734152009-07-12T07:19:00.000-07:002009-07-12T07:21:23.851-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SlnxNoKg6EI/AAAAAAAABW4/KGBoDs9JrJk/s1600-h/patos+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357578448156026946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SlnxNoKg6EI/AAAAAAAABW4/KGBoDs9JrJk/s320/patos+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>En olvidados pellejos , se olvidan la letras corrijeme si es diferente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-719900689587473415?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-76529719596078810842009-07-12T07:12:00.000-07:002009-07-12T07:18:28.619-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SlnwbqnXmPI/AAAAAAAABWw/4AeJ3sKRILo/s1600-h/patos+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357577589820463346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SlnwbqnXmPI/AAAAAAAABWw/4AeJ3sKRILo/s320/patos+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Esperando mi rayo de sol</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>desgastada emocionalmente ,</div><br /><div>se pierde la luz como se pierde el hilo de la cabeza<br />busco ser congruente, cuando guardo silencio solo estoy distraida ,</div><br /><div><br />no se ,que este pasando ,pero no me gusta lo que veo</div><br /><div>ni como lo veo<br />lo que siento por ahora ,no me importa </div><br /><div>ya me canse de sentirme mal<br />no quiero eso,</div><br /><div>no quiero que ya nadie me haga sentir mal,</div><br /><div>por eso he decidoo no sentir nada por ahora<br />eso es imposible </div><br /><div>mas no intentable </div><br /><div>prefiero escribir bien , y màs pausado </div><br /><div>prefiero utilizar articulos hasta que me vuelva emocionar desaparescan las letras nuevamente<br />me siento desvalorada..<br />eso pasa desde hace tiempo espero sacar todo oxido corrosivo que ha dentro de mi en creatividad pura,</div><br /><div>por eso callo para no oxidar alguien..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7652971959607881084?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-89598799673759746142009-04-23T15:27:00.000-07:002009-04-23T15:34:39.210-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SfDs5zjy-aI/AAAAAAAABPk/f7x9gs2rhag/s1600-h/DSC05039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328018837016344994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SfDs5zjy-aI/AAAAAAAABPk/f7x9gs2rhag/s320/DSC05039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>si tienes ganas de morir</div><div> </div><div>muerete ya</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8959879967375974614?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-82036241505515450752009-04-19T08:11:00.000-07:002009-04-19T08:15:30.237-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Ses_jg7rhRI/AAAAAAAABPc/I5Tt0WAxhLE/s1600-h/DSC04982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326420863663965458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Ses_jg7rhRI/AAAAAAAABPc/I5Tt0WAxhLE/s320/DSC04982.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Ese dìa no esperaba nada...</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>recibi un tremendo estruendo en mis sentidos</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8203624150551545075?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-69335390422892213502009-04-19T08:03:00.000-07:002009-04-19T08:09:16.833-07:00Quiero querer quiero , quiero<br />escribir quiero<br /><br /> quiero querer mucho<br /><br /> pero quiero querer diferente a como quiero<br /><br /><br />quiero aprender quiero...<br /><br /><br />la impulsividad, la quietud la lluvia<br /><br />solo espacios pequeños<br />que disfruto , no se si es asi siempre ...<br /><br /><br />no se, sì la demas personas sienten a medias , pero el sentir es decidir<br /><br /><br />nunca en la vida estuve asì<br /><br /> nunca el vida, nunca<br /><br />nunca<br /> pero ese nunca desaparece como el sol por la noches...<br /><br /><br /> quizas perdì el toque pero se como encontrarlo<br /><br /><br /> todo lo perdido puede ser encontrado...<br /><br /><br /><br />Somos pensamientos<br /><br />somos todo se mueve en atracciòn<br /><br />pero creo que el problema es que me da miedo atrae , solo quiero sentirme apta<br /><br />no importando lo que tengo<br /><br /><br /> si no todo lo que soy<br /><br /><br />..............................<br /><br />ADN no existe nadie igual a mì<br />tendria que pensar que soy unica.. pero unica para quien...<br /><br />Solamente para mì<br /><br /><br />para mi soy importante<br />para mi lo es todo...<br />no importa nada mas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6933539042289221350?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-55045621812049409462009-04-12T13:25:00.001-07:002009-04-12T13:25:23.017-07:00no me sirve de nada ser bonita<br /><br /> necesito ser fria<br /><br /> muy fria no sentir jamas<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5504562181204940946?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-51411441771050020482009-03-29T20:14:00.001-07:002009-03-29T20:14:23.168-07:00Sigo viva no he muerto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5141144177105002048?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-73744798689990126782009-03-16T02:33:00.000-07:002009-03-16T02:43:17.686-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4dnWws8vI/AAAAAAAABO0/mX3hvA8zqJY/s1600-h/DSC04677.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313717172305720050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4dnWws8vI/AAAAAAAABO0/mX3hvA8zqJY/s320/DSC04677.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7374479868999012678?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-49570210220002810962009-03-16T02:29:00.000-07:002009-03-16T02:32:53.772-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4cdG1mhSI/AAAAAAAABOs/l1em5b6PkZw/s1600-h/DSC04458.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313715896720983330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4cdG1mhSI/AAAAAAAABOs/l1em5b6PkZw/s320/DSC04458.JPG" border="0" /></a> Solo levante de la tumba donde esta , quema las telarañas<br /><br /> vuelve a ser quien eras..<br /><br />vuelve<br /><br />para poder sentir... a un vivo...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4957021022000281096?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-41397721147129342822009-03-16T02:24:00.000-07:002009-03-16T02:29:02.562-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4bP47TreI/AAAAAAAABOk/hKUQBqXs6ZI/s1600-h/DSC04459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313714570136890850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4bP47TreI/AAAAAAAABOk/hKUQBqXs6ZI/s320/DSC04459.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Solo veo , lo que esta enfrente de mi ..</p><p></p><p>ya no quiero buscar mas... aveces me canso</p><p></p><p>me quiero evaporar... me quedo dormida en el sillon</p><p>despierto,</p><p></p><p>ahi estas a mi lado, respondes que siempre estaras ahi, pero algo dentro de mi que no cree .. vuelvo a dormir...</p><p></p><p>imagino que todo es un sueño</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4139772114712934282?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-2043518457204260342009-03-16T02:21:00.000-07:002009-03-16T02:24:29.414-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4ab19PkPI/AAAAAAAABOc/F9ty6W72MM4/s1600-h/DSC04432.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313713675986505970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb4ab19PkPI/AAAAAAAABOc/F9ty6W72MM4/s320/DSC04432.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>aveces dudo de seguir en lugar en el que estoy</div><div> </div><div>por que muchas veces uno se pregunta si nos movieramos de lugar</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>solo que miro mi cara.. veo una sonrisa retenida</div><div> </div><div> ojos a medio cristalino</div><div> </div><div>escuchando una melodia a piano...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>uno solo quiere que el tiempo dure para siempre</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-204351845720426034?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-60249369005035242602009-03-15T12:44:00.000-07:002009-03-15T12:47:34.215-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1bT479leI/AAAAAAAABOU/aruOgTLbZfI/s1600-h/DSC04392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313503532626580962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1bT479leI/AAAAAAAABOU/aruOgTLbZfI/s320/DSC04392.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6024936900503524260?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-26514428580122359002009-03-15T12:41:00.001-07:002009-03-15T12:44:11.583-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1aIimnCqI/AAAAAAAABOM/pA-6G-ES0WM/s1600-h/DSC04391.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313502238141254306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1aIimnCqI/AAAAAAAABOM/pA-6G-ES0WM/s320/DSC04391.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>las ideas olvidas y retorcidas guardadas en una pequeña caja el inconsiente</div><div>lleno de cosas</div><div> </div><div>perdidas</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2651442858012235900?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-67042487827909542272009-03-15T11:44:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:51:56.729-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1MvgH0TrI/AAAAAAAABOE/K0LvmcGYxEM/s1600-h/DSC04386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487514327338674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1MvgH0TrI/AAAAAAAABOE/K0LvmcGYxEM/s320/DSC04386.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> todo se queda oxidado</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6704248782790954227?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-85052705075103724452009-03-15T11:39:00.000-07:002009-03-15T11:41:30.140-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1Ltdslu5I/AAAAAAAABN8/YMwUXe0kccc/s1600-h/DSC04385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313486379804900242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sb1Ltdslu5I/AAAAAAAABN8/YMwUXe0kccc/s320/DSC04385.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>siempre hay una historia de tras de la foto</div><div> </div><div>de la serie el olvido</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8505270507510372445?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-65938585861337222372009-03-15T02:37:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:50:57.648-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzMvrvB35I/AAAAAAAABN0/IMr5PtJc0xc/s1600-h/febrero+2009+112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313346779956240274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzMvrvB35I/AAAAAAAABN0/IMr5PtJc0xc/s320/febrero+2009+112.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />De cabeza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6593858586133722237?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-46941608188740722522009-03-15T02:35:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:36:56.686-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzMIWQm8nI/AAAAAAAABNs/dLgwMG4wvUY/s1600-h/febrero+2009+111.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313346104176603762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzMIWQm8nI/AAAAAAAABNs/dLgwMG4wvUY/s320/febrero+2009+111.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4694160818874072252?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-66559935889353074492009-03-15T02:32:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:35:04.282-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzLhwlc1eI/AAAAAAAABNk/q5cUthoAwKo/s1600-h/febrero+2009+110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313345441228445154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzLhwlc1eI/AAAAAAAABNk/q5cUthoAwKo/s320/febrero+2009+110.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Cuidadooooooo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6655993588935307449?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-68953002895829760632009-03-15T02:28:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:32:18.726-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzLBch8REI/AAAAAAAABNc/mmuJjoG1I08/s1600-h/febrero+2009+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313344886089204802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzLBch8REI/AAAAAAAABNc/mmuJjoG1I08/s320/febrero+2009+106.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>aveces no todo tiene nombre....</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Nos vemos bien juntos de todas maneras</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6895300289582976063?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-31266656394509060932009-03-15T02:25:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:28:03.922-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzJ-vu7wlI/AAAAAAAABNU/S881oBggWuY/s1600-h/febrero+2009+105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313343740192735826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzJ-vu7wlI/AAAAAAAABNU/S881oBggWuY/s320/febrero+2009+105.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Parque Fundidora </p><p>Monterrey México</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3126665639450906093?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-39548202404007340412009-03-15T02:22:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:24:23.999-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzJMCowyII/AAAAAAAABNM/hgBk85Hxukw/s1600-h/biopark+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313342869093795970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzJMCowyII/AAAAAAAABNM/hgBk85Hxukw/s320/biopark+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Ya es hora de Sentarnos </p><p> </p><p>en el fresco</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3954820240400734041?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-19100981972272392012009-03-15T02:21:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:22:45.305-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzI1BCMimI/AAAAAAAABNE/13tVGv1JFU0/s1600-h/biopark+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313342473526610530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzI1BCMimI/AAAAAAAABNE/13tVGv1JFU0/s320/biopark+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Con un poco de Sed</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1910098197227239201?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-29626862983180697922009-03-15T02:19:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:20:50.527-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzISioWa6I/AAAAAAAABM8/LW1duaEJSpE/s1600-h/biopark+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313341881249590178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzISioWa6I/AAAAAAAABM8/LW1duaEJSpE/s320/biopark+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Estoy a dieta para salir en Fantasia...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2962686298318069792?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-64387928206810754462009-03-15T02:18:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:19:32.693-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzIER8KXjI/AAAAAAAABM0/EmajC4QX3-E/s1600-h/biopark+060.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313341636251115058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzIER8KXjI/AAAAAAAABM0/EmajC4QX3-E/s320/biopark+060.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sigame... el camino es por aca!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6438792820681075446?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-25654237736996956722009-03-15T02:17:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:18:27.148-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHyROXieI/AAAAAAAABMs/HX8kGJoEn8s/s1600-h/biopark+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313341326821394914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHyROXieI/AAAAAAAABMs/HX8kGJoEn8s/s320/biopark+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Abrazame... vamos a jugar siempre...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2565423773699695672?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-13293637196569000012009-03-15T02:15:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:17:17.817-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHh6dK9jI/AAAAAAAABMk/0n5PRunRvCg/s1600-h/biopark+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313341045831562802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHh6dK9jI/AAAAAAAABMk/0n5PRunRvCg/s320/biopark+057.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Solo somos parte... de algo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1329363719656900001?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-89022275206293477592009-03-15T02:13:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:15:37.324-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHAc8wLOI/AAAAAAAABMc/GxQe123tbwI/s1600-h/biopark+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340470975278306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzHAc8wLOI/AAAAAAAABMc/GxQe123tbwI/s320/biopark+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Estoy en casa... no hay verde ...</div><div> </div><div>¿ donde lo escondieron ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8902227520629347759?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-35850648646855502932009-03-15T02:11:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:13:41.236-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzGp-rJP1I/AAAAAAAABMU/0zsBz22jsh8/s1600-h/biopark+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313340084891238226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzGp-rJP1I/AAAAAAAABMU/0zsBz22jsh8/s320/biopark+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p> Tenemos hambre </p><p>tenemos hambre...</p><p> </p><p>Huelga ...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3585064864685550293?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-3719223020988262692009-03-15T02:10:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:11:14.881-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzGJrZmzQI/AAAAAAAABMM/zxrqNYHSUzA/s1600-h/biopark+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313339529961590018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzGJrZmzQI/AAAAAAAABMM/zxrqNYHSUzA/s320/biopark+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Que es...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-371922302098826269?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-68530695709160319002009-03-15T02:09:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:10:26.700-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzF80d8g3I/AAAAAAAABME/nUF4UJvPt2A/s1600-h/biopark+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313339309057409906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzF80d8g3I/AAAAAAAABME/nUF4UJvPt2A/s320/biopark+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>los colores se emocionan en mi mente</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6853069570916031900?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-76167232967359531972009-03-15T02:07:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:09:21.898-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzFk0kWtLI/AAAAAAAABL8/mqHOn2RX8w0/s1600-h/biopark+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313338896767431858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzFk0kWtLI/AAAAAAAABL8/mqHOn2RX8w0/s320/biopark+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Cuando tus ojos puedan ver esto<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7616723296735953197?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-49620334104180397572009-03-15T02:03:00.001-07:002009-03-15T02:06:25.995-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzEvldEDdI/AAAAAAAABLw/suEnxpZOvxY/s1600-h/puebla+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337982177250770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzEvldEDdI/AAAAAAAABLw/suEnxpZOvxY/s320/puebla+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Cuernavaca</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4962033410418039757?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-5309769741514538592009-03-15T02:01:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:03:22.934-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzES4Jc5pI/AAAAAAAABLo/X2Im1ksnpQk/s1600-h/puebla+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313337488979060370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzES4Jc5pI/AAAAAAAABLo/X2Im1ksnpQk/s320/puebla+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Centro Historico de Puebla</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-530976974151453859?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-87634068026932790772009-03-15T01:57:00.000-07:002009-03-15T02:00:59.238-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzDl3KnoGI/AAAAAAAABLg/I7H1tpDFD3s/s1600-h/puebla+078.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313336715621408866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzDl3KnoGI/AAAAAAAABLg/I7H1tpDFD3s/s320/puebla+078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Catedral de Cuernava </p><p>Morelos...</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Quiero Volver... lo deseo profundamente</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8763406802693279077?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-29682888541361491382009-03-15T01:54:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:56:45.837-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzCmo0DKDI/AAAAAAAABLY/3LEl7MniQNs/s1600-h/DSC01379.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313335629436889138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzCmo0DKDI/AAAAAAAABLY/3LEl7MniQNs/s320/DSC01379.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />Ojala fueramos redes que se amarran firmemente ... robame una " R"...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>dime si es posible</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2968288854136149138?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-78267227233855747642009-03-15T01:49:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:52:55.730-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzBmFpoA_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/873V03rnGUo/s1600-h/DSC01378.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313334520486298610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SbzBmFpoA_I/AAAAAAAABLQ/873V03rnGUo/s320/DSC01378.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Adelante..<br /><br />deja que los petalos de sol<br />disfruten los colores<br />dejemos el olvido para nunca<br />deja que se abran al mundo<br />deja que la lluvia te moje de placer.... <div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7826722723385574764?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-36132608734367315172009-03-15T01:42:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:43:47.225-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby_nFGtDuI/AAAAAAAABLA/fnwPJMIsrpk/s1600-h/DSC00439.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313332338496442082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby_nFGtDuI/AAAAAAAABLA/fnwPJMIsrpk/s320/DSC00439.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Pareciera escondido</div><div>pero la luz siempre nace...</div><div>de cualquier parte</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3613260873436731517?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-60525054960006040412009-03-15T01:38:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:41:23.059-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby-4byur-I/AAAAAAAABK4/v-h1PRUq8ug/s1600-h/DSC00460.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313331537132826594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby-4byur-I/AAAAAAAABK4/v-h1PRUq8ug/s320/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>No importa a donde Vayamos , ni en donde estemos...</div><div> </div><div>Ni siquiera con quien</div><div> </div><div>Solo somos masa que se mueve...</div><div> </div><div>pero nunca en silencio...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6052505496000604041?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-370594418258929162009-03-15T01:36:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:37:54.049-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby-LpPIggI/AAAAAAAABKw/DItYxUSu3KA/s1600-h/DSC07636.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330767647506946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby-LpPIggI/AAAAAAAABKw/DItYxUSu3KA/s320/DSC07636.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>el coraje emerge de el pueblo</div><div> </div><div>de el sentir el calor en los pies</div><div>y de rezar a mi dios a tu dios o a los de ellos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-37059441825892916?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-22691338957339750672009-03-15T01:34:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:35:42.290-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby9plealeI/AAAAAAAABKo/I0ObwgClVI0/s1600-h/DSC07634.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313330182522312162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby9plealeI/AAAAAAAABKo/I0ObwgClVI0/s320/DSC07634.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Si hoy quiero sentir que hay esperanza</div><div>aunque el sol se oculte,</div><div> </div><div>nos cubra el silencio infinito ....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>no importa</div><div> </div><div>hoy quiero sentir</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2269133895733975067?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-29387274341450590692009-03-15T01:30:00.002-07:002009-03-15T01:33:10.810-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby83YqsedI/AAAAAAAABKg/PWuWopyG-nE/s1600-h/DSC07616.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329320090696146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby83YqsedI/AAAAAAAABKg/PWuWopyG-nE/s320/DSC07616.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Aveces no obsecionamos con el color</p><p>aveces solo es de dos tonos</p><p></p><p>aveces solo es cuestion de mirar bien</p><p></p><p>y ver</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2938727434145059069?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-54985583318660317642009-03-15T01:30:00.001-07:002009-03-15T01:30:47.688-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby8qStSnBI/AAAAAAAABKY/3u6wvd69w8E/s1600-h/DSC07575.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313329095152671762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby8qStSnBI/AAAAAAAABKY/3u6wvd69w8E/s320/DSC07575.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Compras pequeñas</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5498558331866031764?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-87220647681356795602009-03-15T01:27:00.000-07:002009-03-15T01:29:16.001-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby8KUW0N2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/eWsbzUzUu-A/s1600-h/DSC07551.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313328545839462242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby8KUW0N2I/AAAAAAAABKQ/eWsbzUzUu-A/s320/DSC07551.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ejercito, San Luis Potosí</div><div>Real de Catorce....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Y sus Familias... y su vida... sera rutinario?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8722064768135679560?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-20026335242876022572009-03-15T01:23:00.001-07:002009-03-15T01:26:33.821-07:00Tan pequeño uno<br />solo recuerda...<br /><br />lo que fue <br />lo que se sintio<br />pero con una imagen vuelvo a recordar en donde estoy por que lo he decidido así<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby7UYZBuaI/AAAAAAAABKI/HT-FwR2OfwM/s1600-h/DSC07605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313327619209542050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/Sby7UYZBuaI/AAAAAAAABKI/HT-FwR2OfwM/s320/DSC07605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2002633524287602257?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-46699613440842095832009-02-20T13:21:00.000-08:002009-02-20T13:24:29.455-08:00<a name="3672269260574820074"></a><br /><a href="http://nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com/2008/03/que-es-nelumbo.html">Que es Nelumbo</a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_03YsR86PtAk/R9HDS7wQ2II/AAAAAAAAANI/IIqjvIUhK5s/s1600-h/Nelumbo.jpg"></a><br />- Nombre científico o latino: Nelumbo nucifera- Nombre común o vulgar: Loto, Flor de loto, Loto sagrado, Nelumbo, Loto asiático, Lotus de la India, Loto indio, Loto indiano, Haba de Egipto, Loto de Egipto, Nelumbio, Nenúfar de China, Rosa del Nilo.- Familia: Nelumbonaceae (Nelumbonáceas).- Origen: Asia tropical y subtropical.- Planta acuática, rizomatosa.- Hojas grandes y redondas, de color verde azulado.- En verano produce flores grandes, de color rosa intenso que al madurar toman color rosa carne.- Fruto tiene forma de cono invertido.- Sus anchas hojas proveen sombra a los peces y reduce la aparición de algas.- El Loto (Nelumbo nucifera) es la Flor Nacional de la India.- Es una flor sagrada y ocupa una posición singular en el arte y la mitología de la antigua India y ha sido, desde tiempos inmemoriales, símbolo de buen agüero en la cultura india.- El loto simboliza la pureza, belleza, majestuosidad, gracia, fertilidad, abundancia, riqueza, sabiduría y serenidad.<br /><br /><br />Acuatica... por que el agua es ciclica ... se evaporo, se deja caer y vuelve a subir intempestuosa<br /><br /><br />en recordatorio<br /><a name="2907973202750799227"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_03YsR86PtAk/R9GyebwQ2HI/AAAAAAAAANA/B06WOJlTmDY/s1600-h/4648a52db9568_330_.jpg"></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4669961344084209583?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-43443609144309741462009-02-20T08:14:00.000-08:002009-02-20T08:23:42.631-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZ7YMp2DtzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RB2PHYywZog/s1600-h/febrero+2009+099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304915122991642418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZ7YMp2DtzI/AAAAAAAAA5c/RB2PHYywZog/s320/febrero+2009+099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>si es una esperanza, para crear</p><p>conocer y aprender, aun si los remolinos me alcanzan, no importa si se rodea de verde</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>todo es buena señal...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4344360914430974146?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-23901861310637204102009-02-20T08:04:00.000-08:002009-02-20T13:16:58.985-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZ7WPRAO8LI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9j84Uj6QkOI/s1600-h/febrero+2009+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304912968839786674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZ7WPRAO8LI/AAAAAAAAA5U/9j84Uj6QkOI/s320/febrero+2009+084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>No es tan extraño descender...</p><p></p><p>no tiene nada de malo</p><p></p><p>si solo voy a conocer</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2390186131063720410?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-17433057553268076002009-02-15T20:50:00.000-08:002009-02-15T20:56:34.639-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjxwFbEDtI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Y4NmMPjDbkU/s1600-h/febrero+2009+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303254369620463314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjxwFbEDtI/AAAAAAAAA5E/Y4NmMPjDbkU/s320/febrero+2009+096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Dicen que la soledad se esconde tras tu ojos..</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1743305755326807600?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-54570198674044716032009-02-15T20:37:00.000-08:002009-02-15T20:44:40.472-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjusb3swJI/AAAAAAAAA48/_oh277M1SsM/s1600-h/febrero+2009+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303251008391790738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjusb3swJI/AAAAAAAAA48/_oh277M1SsM/s320/febrero+2009+094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>por que debemos de estar separados.. si estamos en la misma linea ..</div><div> </div><div>para que se vea bien...</div><div> </div><div> a quien le importa </div><div> </div><div> que se vea a bien a mi </div><div> </div><div>no...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5457019867404471603?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-17300857363416809942009-02-15T20:29:00.000-08:002009-02-15T20:36:33.969-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjtC8O23GI/AAAAAAAAA40/wz_oipptW5E/s1600-h/febrero+2009+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303249196012723298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SZjtC8O23GI/AAAAAAAAA40/wz_oipptW5E/s320/febrero+2009+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>mi cerebro armando </div><div>telarañas</div><div> </div><div>los cucharachos me muerden los pies</div><div>no me puedo mover ya</div><div> </div><div>me quede sin ellos</div><div>siguen hacia mis manos</div><div> </div><div>me quede muda...</div><div> </div><div>quiza alguien venga a comerme</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1730085736341680994?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-43060119563157283052009-02-08T11:13:00.000-08:002009-02-08T12:28:02.697-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8xJJQEQuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xYoyCT3Nr3Y/s1600-h/febrero+2009+082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300509319610254050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8xJJQEQuI/AAAAAAAAA4s/xYoyCT3Nr3Y/s320/febrero+2009+082.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>al menos hay valvulas de escape</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4306011956315728305?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-85145059394644930742009-02-08T11:07:00.001-08:002009-02-08T11:13:01.684-08:00En realidad ,de quien quiero huir,<br /><br /><br /> realmente<br /><br />es de<br /><br /><br />mi<br /><br />cabeza<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8514505939464493074?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-42051245803444490162009-02-08T09:48:00.000-08:002009-02-08T09:59:18.135-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8cLm6yPkI/AAAAAAAAA4k/QliyYpUpXQQ/s1600-h/febrero+2009+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300486272189611586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8cLm6yPkI/AAAAAAAAA4k/QliyYpUpXQQ/s320/febrero+2009+047.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4205124580344449016?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-84513799900074866392009-02-08T09:41:00.000-08:002009-02-08T09:48:00.679-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8aYHMhFLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mnM-ZTGSyTA/s1600-h/febrero+2009+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300484287989093554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8aYHMhFLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/mnM-ZTGSyTA/s320/febrero+2009+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Los Arboless</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Mueren</p><p> </p><p>de</p><p> </p><p>Pie</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8451379990007486639?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-36294749489745873062009-02-08T09:35:00.000-08:002009-02-08T09:41:05.114-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8ZHtVP67I/AAAAAAAAA4U/piH_yMrZedU/s1600-h/febrero+2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300482906656861106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY8ZHtVP67I/AAAAAAAAA4U/piH_yMrZedU/s320/febrero+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Mirame<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3629474948974587306?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-34634998392296541872009-02-08T00:58:00.000-08:002009-02-08T01:10:40.996-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6f_Cpw8pI/AAAAAAAAA30/TAfUuslUhY0/s1600-h/febrero+2009+081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300349716854272658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6f_Cpw8pI/AAAAAAAAA30/TAfUuslUhY0/s320/febrero+2009+081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Hay Lectores y Protagonistas...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>¿ Cúal eres tu ?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3463499839229654187?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-41460700532670318942009-02-08T00:45:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:52:30.391-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6dBfATjVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2qLXZZgeDhk/s1600-h/febrero+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300346460289862994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6dBfATjVI/AAAAAAAAA3s/2qLXZZgeDhk/s320/febrero+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> Uno tiene que respetar al sol para que siga brillando...<br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4146070053267031894?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-14367337686959868382009-02-08T00:36:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:43:59.424-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6a47THbwI/AAAAAAAAA3k/fOnbzT9RJXQ/s1600-h/febrero+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300344114242875138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6a47THbwI/AAAAAAAAA3k/fOnbzT9RJXQ/s320/febrero+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sin musica</div><div>no hay pensamiento</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sin musica el cerebro se</div><div>esconde</div><div> </div><div>Sin musica </div><div>no soy nada...</div><div> </div><div>Acompañada de las notas...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>no me dejan sola!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1436733768695986838?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-61190646193193478692009-02-08T00:21:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:32:17.551-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6Xc2fh5XI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LaWW8H-_gwE/s1600-h/febrero+2009+095.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300340333381543282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6Xc2fh5XI/AAAAAAAAA3c/LaWW8H-_gwE/s320/febrero+2009+095.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Acompañantes</p><p> </p><p>abrazados a una misma causa,</p><p> </p><p>no estamos solos</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6119064619319347869?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-87701716164437906132009-02-08T00:06:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:18:40.370-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6UYaIQFkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iXlacZa3YJg/s1600-h/febrero+2009+107.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300336958513354306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6UYaIQFkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/iXlacZa3YJg/s320/febrero+2009+107.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Volar</p><p> </p><p>Quiero volar</p><p>a tu lado</p><p>siempre</p><p>aunque seas mas grande, mas fuerte</p><p>me gusta verte de cualquier lado...</p><p> </p><p>me gusta tener alas, </p><p>aunque no las he usado</p><p> </p><p>no evita que piense</p><p> </p><p>y sonria</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8770171616443790613?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-34274451000234624082009-02-08T00:02:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:05:59.875-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6SMq7HZvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ar90fQf_lNc/s1600-h/febrero+2009+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300334557839976178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SY6SMq7HZvI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ar90fQf_lNc/s320/febrero+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>asi de rapido...</p><p> </p><p>todo pasa frente a tus ojos</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3427445100023462408?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-27834427072734743552009-02-07T23:59:00.000-08:002009-02-08T00:02:36.124-08:00seguridad y amor<br />Todos queremos una garantía de que el amor perdurará...<br />Incluso lo prometemos cuando nos casamos,<br />y declaramos públicamente que<br />nuestro amor es... indestructible.<br /><br />Por lo general, todos esperan<br />estar enamorados para siempre...<br />Pero la única cosa de la que podemos estar seguros<br />es de que habrá cambios...<br /><br />Sean dramáticos o sutiles,<br />podemos -y deberíamos-<br />contar con los cambios.<br />Dado que sabemos que el amor<br />no ofrece garantías,<br /><br />la única seguridad de que disponemos<br />es su naturaleza dinámica:<br />"crecerá o morirá"<br />según como se alimente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-2783442707273474355?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-3642433392374734202009-02-02T19:25:00.001-08:002009-02-02T19:25:41.120-08:00siempre buscar ayudar hoy deseo que lo hagan por mi...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-364243339237473420?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-1871075871482064432009-02-02T19:23:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:24:48.618-08:00uno siempre busca arreglarlo<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-187107587148206443?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-6632350675432212009-02-02T19:19:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:21:10.855-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe36ln-h6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/zDJXAN1fXE8/s1600-h/8_5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298405703784761250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe36ln-h6I/AAAAAAAAA3E/zDJXAN1fXE8/s320/8_5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>No me importa nada ya...</p><p>nada tiene chiste ya...</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> todo es igual</p><p> </p><p> yo muero por la boca</p><p> </p><p>muero o quizas ya lo este!</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-663235067543221?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-88995199752974651712009-02-02T19:17:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:18:54.715-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe3XGdGvgI/AAAAAAAAA28/rTDs_TdcHxs/s1600-h/si.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298405094122241538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe3XGdGvgI/AAAAAAAAA28/rTDs_TdcHxs/s320/si.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ya no tengo</div><div>fe</div><div>de nada</div><div> </div><div>no tengo por que no hay</div><div> </div><div>cambio</div><div> </div><div>debo dejar lo que no puedo cambiar</div><div> </div><div>por que no soy dios...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>entonces .. a que vengo a qui</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>dimelo</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8899519975297465171?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-18961313874887994612009-02-02T19:15:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:16:24.369-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe260r_hEI/AAAAAAAAA20/NzHK3ZiX0R4/s1600-h/hallond%2520bambo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298404608316507202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe260r_hEI/AAAAAAAAA20/NzHK3ZiX0R4/s320/hallond%2520bambo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>de nada sirve</div><div> </div><div>nada.. no quiero saber nada</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>de nada del mundo</div><div> </div><div>solo quiero dormir</div><div> </div><div> mucho</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1896131387488799461?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-61798984383834134792009-02-02T19:12:00.001-08:002009-02-02T19:14:49.253-08:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6179898438383413479?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-11684784642239010262009-02-02T19:08:00.000-08:002009-02-02T19:11:46.438-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe1mzyPR9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/JACYDHnWugU/s1600-h/BamBo.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298403164965259218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SYe1mzyPR9I/AAAAAAAAA2k/JACYDHnWugU/s320/BamBo.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>yo esperaba...</div><div> </div><div> uno espera, siempre</div><div> </div><div> que las cosas sean como uno quiere que sean ideales</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> no , la realidad es que no es como quiere ...</div><div> </div><div> uno debe de conformarse entonces</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>no...</div><div> </div><div>no lo debe de hacer....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>entonces.. mejor guardarme</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-1168478464223901026?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-76759050851004160842008-10-25T10:03:00.000-07:002008-10-25T10:07:49.516-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SQNSOzEZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lLp9wAs9knQ/s1600-h/DSC00462.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261139203879200242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SQNSOzEZ5fI/AAAAAAAAAlc/lLp9wAs9knQ/s320/DSC00462.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> I´m So tired</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7675905085100416084?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-66734004847345158522008-10-25T09:57:00.000-07:002008-10-25T10:02:41.225-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SQNQUGbd9EI/AAAAAAAAAlU/tf6SpW38SfU/s1600-h/DSC03345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261137095952299074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SQNQUGbd9EI/AAAAAAAAAlU/tf6SpW38SfU/s320/DSC03345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>la vulnerabilidad...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> me mente esta en blanco,</div><div>me duelen mis ojos</div><div> </div><div> me siento cansada , pero de mis emociones</div><div> </div><div>uno siempre busca salidas , no se ni siquiera</div><div>por que pienso</div><div> </div><div>no creo que alguien mas piense como yo</div><div>todos reaccionamos de diferente manera, a cada situacion pero como si tenemos el mismo cerebro</div><div>pero tenemos diferentes vivencias , dejare de desacomdar mi ideas , uno tiene que enfocarse ser lo mas clara, para evitar nubes, si nubes grises</div><div> </div><div> prefiero mejor</div><div> </div><div> estar aqui escribiendo.. aveces no lo hago por que no me doy el tiempo</div><div> </div><div>pero todo es muy comun aveces...</div><div> </div><div> si quiero ser diferente...</div><div> </div><div> siempre quiero ser diferente</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>expresarme diferenteeeeeee</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>... al fin quiero ser...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-6673400484734515852?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-79693511610737038422008-09-11T19:54:00.000-07:002008-09-11T19:56:45.889-07:00mariposas rueda por mi mente.. mariposas negras sabotean todo mi color...<br /><br /> en aollido de perro sacas mil sonidos estrididente sin sabor<br /><br /><br /> solo espero una mirada<br /><br /> solo espero una cancion<br /><br /> solo espero<br /> como suelo hacer siempre esperar...<br /><br /> que las hojas caiga en otoño<br /> que dejen de ser de ti para convertirse en mi........<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7969351161073703842?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-88334913251845850902008-09-08T19:42:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:45:23.943-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXi8sOCW6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/XTbLyVCa3G8/s1600-h/DSC09537.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243846873432873890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXi8sOCW6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/XTbLyVCa3G8/s320/DSC09537.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>llegao a la casa de lucrecia y rigoberto....</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8833491325184585090?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-54562072760876151332008-09-08T19:32:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:34:13.012-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXga_WfRoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/hFGO2wKWnYs/s1600-h/DSC09530.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243844095429789314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXga_WfRoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/hFGO2wKWnYs/s320/DSC09530.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>pasale... el piso me a costaooo un ojo de la cara </div><div> </div><div>jajajajaja....</div><div> </div><div>puede ser pero tienes alma veo tu sombra</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5456207276087615133?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-40158134514848724512008-09-08T19:28:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:30:46.180-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXfrF7iRLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ykDEfw-IuGU/s1600-h/DSC09535.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243843272562066610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXfrF7iRLI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ykDEfw-IuGU/s320/DSC09535.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> y si miramos la estrellas derepente... ya me canse de estar a la defensiva...</div><div> </div><div>anda mejor vamos a recostarnos</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4015813451484872451?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-1840194015334556592008-09-08T19:25:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:28:09.216-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXfHOrVFNI/AAAAAAAAAks/EnfcoagydWk/s1600-h/DSC09528.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243842656434722002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXfHOrVFNI/AAAAAAAAAks/EnfcoagydWk/s320/DSC09528.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>me acompañas al sillon</div><div>y te pongo una cancion</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-184019401533455659?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-36030141098176823132008-09-08T19:23:00.000-07:002008-09-08T19:25:35.734-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXehYaOVwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TbYLrT3xpa4/s1600-h/DSC09527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243842006212302594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMXehYaOVwI/AAAAAAAAAkk/TbYLrT3xpa4/s320/DSC09527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>el Sonidero pura sensacion</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-3603014109817682313?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-81194692389107382952008-09-06T21:16:00.000-07:002008-09-06T21:20:23.333-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMNWIh0sm8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Zwj7ZoMtiIo/s1600-h/varias+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243129095707728834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMNWIh0sm8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Zwj7ZoMtiIo/s320/varias+059.jpg" border="0" /></a> muerte subita<br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-8119469238910738295?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-44204799452083988782008-09-06T21:06:00.000-07:002008-09-06T21:12:16.322-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMNT_1m-j8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/FWJL-oLrkCo/s1600-h/playsnuevos+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243126747376816066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SMNT_1m-j8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/FWJL-oLrkCo/s320/playsnuevos+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Deseo de una noche</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4420479945208398878?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-76261772345298517652008-09-06T21:03:00.001-07:002008-09-06T21:05:27.776-07:00desesperada jalas de mi piel , de la piel mas fina,<br />mi cabeza<br /><br />embotada ,<br /><br />no soy nada<br /> ni aire<br />ni agua<br />ni nada<br /> solo me muevo como zombie besando los pies<br /><br /><br /> me muevo sin sentir ni las gotas en mi cara solo quiero dormir<br /><br />un momento despertar en otro lado<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-7626177234529851765?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-57199806673260776062008-08-13T22:09:00.000-07:002008-08-13T22:16:29.959-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SKO_T9Q-ksI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iY8rz7O-dbI/s1600-h/esta.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234237541518840514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SKO_T9Q-ksI/AAAAAAAAAjw/iY8rz7O-dbI/s320/esta.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>no encontrada nada bello que observar no se si , sea yo</div><div> o sea mi alrededor pero no he visto nada</div><div> como si fuera... ciega</div><div> </div><div> si solo me estoy bloqueando</div><div> </div><div> creo que nadie me conoce.... tan bien....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5719980667326077606?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-50534443059805285542008-08-10T20:58:00.000-07:002008-08-10T21:00:47.044-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SJ-4_V_5PxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zA5KgaFE1gQ/s1600-h/DSC02865.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233104690404212498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_03YsR86PtAk/SJ-4_V_5PxI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zA5KgaFE1gQ/s320/DSC02865.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>El dia no acaba cuando empieza la noche......</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> comenzando.....</div><div> </div><div>no soy quien debo ser o quien deberia... solo soy diferente</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> la pregunta es si me gusta como soy...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Sí , pero que quiero de mi</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Quiero crear </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>eso quiero</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-5053444305980528554?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3645361505255830799.post-49467782898131810992008-07-25T20:49:00.000-07:002008-07-25T20:53:00.992-07:00pues la verdad se siente raro---<br /><br /><br />es como si algo faltara, mi cabeza solo siente una imagen mental me hace sentir recuerdo extraños,<br /> aun no hay nadie que tenga la capacidad de leerme...<br /><br /> si lo hay, ni si quiera lo noto.. no me importa solo quiero crecer individualmente<br /><br />quiero la tranquilad emocional<br />de sentirme a salvo<br /><br />de todo dolor..<br /><br /><br /> acaso el dolor es externo<br /><br /> si todo se ve interno<br />como si volteras tus ojos hacia adentro<br />tus pupilas se dilataran perdedizas....<br /><br /> el vacio en tu estomago solo te pide nada...<br /><br />exacto solo te pide nada<br /><br /> solo quieres sentir algo<br /><br /><br /> pero si<br />siempre es el cerebro quien decide que sentir<br /> el corazon solo lo hace.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3645361505255830799-4946778289813181099?l=nelumboacuatico.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>jessanruhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07947124914745717386noreply@blogger.com1