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text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/TITz8MGa2TI/AAAAAAAADOo/PQTLGiYtTUE/s1600/el-clima-de-tus-ojos.png\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/TITz8MGa2TI/AAAAAAAADOo/PQTLGiYtTUE/s320/el-clima-de-tus-ojos.png\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eLas gotas de tu rostro están nubladas\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ey heladas, nos anuncian sudestada…\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ey pronto un mar de lágrimas saladas\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003emorirá, inundando tu alma ahumada.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eEl vendaval que sopla en tus miradas\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003evislumbra una tormenta exacerbada;\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003emás cuando en pena estén precipitadas\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eya habrán regado tu acera encrespada.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eSi azota el huracán de angustia hincada\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003erodarán por tu faz ya condensadas,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eminúsculas vidrieras espejadas…\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eConcluyendo este ciclo evaporadas,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ecuando el rey de la altura en la cruzada\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003edevane ese dolor con sus espadas.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.safecreative.org/work/1004246097724\"\u003eJorge Aussel\u003c/a\u003e ©\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354815710644808420-4770420009848604517?l\u003dwww.angelpoetico.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/feeds/4770420009848604517/comments/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/el-clima-de-tus-ojos.html#comment-form","title":"6 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/4770420009848604517"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/4770420009848604517"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/el-clima-de-tus-ojos.html","title":"El clima de tus ojos"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Jorge Aussel"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/07808795656380721315"},"email":{"$t":"jorgeaussel@gmail.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13940337024691670382"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/TITz8MGa2TI/AAAAAAAADOo/PQTLGiYtTUE/s72-c/el-clima-de-tus-ojos.png","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"6"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354815710644808420.post-3284735755174620549"},"published":{"$t":"2010-04-09T02:00:00.004-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-05-13T02:42:34.828-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jorge Aussel"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sonetos"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sonetos Continuos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"Amarte a la distancia"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S-uRNa_qsYI/AAAAAAAACyI/V5gr0hJkq1M/s1600/1273729251.png\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" height\u003d\"200\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S-uRNa_qsYI/AAAAAAAACyI/V5gr0hJkq1M/s200/1273729251.png\" width\u003d\"187\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eSi bien, lejos de casa tú has nacido,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003een un país que cruza una frontera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003elos sentimientos no tienen bandera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ey nuestro amor, el mismo colorido.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eMi sangre viaja y corre en tu latido\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eviviendo en una misma gran esfera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003epues el mapa, sólo es una arpillera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eque un día dividió un entrometido.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eSi el ocaso en tus ojos de viajera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003earriba a mí en el mismo recorrido\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003esabré que detrás de esa cordillera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003elogramos un paisaje compartido.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eSi acaricia una brisa en esa espera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eserá mi beso, al fin correspondido...\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.safecreative.org/work/1004095943029\"\u003eJorge Aussel\u003c/a\u003e ©\u003c/div\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003eEn el día de tu cumpleaños te dedico este soneto que escribí hace algún tiempo. Hoy sé que te amo más que nunca, y que nunca saliste de mi corazón. Estos días juntos han sido maravillosos. Sentirnos en carne y hueso, con todo nuestro ser, transformó mi vida para siempre. La espera ha terminado; los malos entendidos, las discusiones sin sentido, la distancia que nos separaba. \u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003eTengo tanto que decirte que no sé que más decir. Pero solo tres palabras bastan… \u003cspan style\u003d\"color: red;\"\u003e\u0026nbsp;\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: justify;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-size: small;\"\u003e\u003ci style\u003d\"font-family: Georgia,\u0026quot;Times New Roman\u0026quot;,serif;\"\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"color: red;\"\u003eTe Amo Carito\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/i\u003e \u003c/span\u003e\u003cspan style\u003d\"font-family: Georgia,\u0026quot;Times New Roman\u0026quot;,serif; font-size: small;\"\u003e¡Feliz cumpleaños!\u003c/span\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354815710644808420-3284735755174620549?l\u003dwww.angelpoetico.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/feeds/3284735755174620549/comments/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/amarte-la-distancia.html#comment-form","title":"20 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/3284735755174620549"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/3284735755174620549"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/amarte-la-distancia.html","title":"Amarte a la distancia"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Jorge Aussel"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/07808795656380721315"},"email":{"$t":"jorgeaussel@gmail.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13940337024691670382"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S-uRNa_qsYI/AAAAAAAACyI/V5gr0hJkq1M/s72-c/1273729251.png","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"20"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354815710644808420.post-6990368806240542916"},"published":{"$t":"2010-04-05T11:59:00.001-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-04-10T14:34:01.339-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jorge Aussel"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sonetos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El riesgo de amar"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S7n6tlWb_zI/AAAAAAAACvk/RYsX13yAvww/s1600-h/1270479483.png\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" height\u003d\"200\" src\u003d\"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S7n6tlWb_zI/AAAAAAAACvk/RYsX13yAvww/s200/1270479483.png\" width\u003d\"187\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr /\u003eComo uñas filosas en ambas manos,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eque rasgan corazones destrozados,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eun miedo profundo a ser lastimados\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ecrece voraz en los seres humanos.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eSin proyectar ilusiones en planos\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003epor temer al amar sin ser amados,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003epara intentar el no ser conquistados\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eforjamos millones de esfuerzos vanos.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ePues de tal forma seremos anclados\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003een un recóndito mar de pasiones\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003edonde nos apreciaremos varados…\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003earriesgando las vitales funciones\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ede un sentimiento alado, y ahogados,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003een nuestros palpitantes corazones.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.safecreative.org/work/1004055911501\"\u003eJorge Aussel\u003c/a\u003e ©\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354815710644808420-6990368806240542916?l\u003dwww.angelpoetico.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/feeds/6990368806240542916/comments/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/el-riesgo-de-amar.html#comment-form","title":"10 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/6990368806240542916"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/6990368806240542916"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/04/el-riesgo-de-amar.html","title":"El riesgo de amar"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Jorge Aussel"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/07808795656380721315"},"email":{"$t":"jorgeaussel@gmail.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13940337024691670382"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S7n6tlWb_zI/AAAAAAAACvk/RYsX13yAvww/s72-c/1270479483.png","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"10"}},{"id":{"$t":"tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5354815710644808420.post-1532913764619765356"},"published":{"$t":"2010-03-25T12:53:00.001-03:00"},"updated":{"$t":"2010-03-25T12:54:10.246-03:00"},"category":[{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Jorge Aussel"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sonetos"},{"scheme":"http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#","term":"Sonetos Continuos"}],"title":{"type":"text","$t":"El teatro de la vida"},"content":{"type":"html","$t":"\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"separator\" style\u003d\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S6uGURJ9duI/AAAAAAAACvg/d5AsfuzGcIA/s1600-h/el+teatro+de+la+vida.png\" imageanchor\u003d\"1\" style\u003d\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"\u003e\u003cimg border\u003d\"0\" height\u003d\"200\" src\u003d\"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S6uGURJ9duI/AAAAAAAACvg/d5AsfuzGcIA/s200/el+teatro+de+la+vida.png\" width\u003d\"187\" /\u003e\u003c/a\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eLa vida es un teatro omnipresente\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003econ cuerdas de un telón que el Todo opera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003edetrás de escena aguarda una barrera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ede humanos, como actores insolentes.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003eAtrás del maquillaje sólo hay gente,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ey al fin existe un cofre de madera\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003etallado con la gubia de la espera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003een tablas de escenarios recurrentes.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ePor eso el fin del fin, desde el presente,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003edonar es el presente en nuestra esfera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ede aquello que en el alma está latente.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ePor eso, cual maniquíes en vidriera,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003elos amores se exponen refulgentes,\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003ey algunos, sólo brillan desde afuera.\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: center;\"\u003e\u003cbr /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv style\u003d\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href\u003d\"https://www.safecreative.org/work/1003255837277\"\u003eJorge Aussel\u003c/a\u003e ©\u003c/div\u003e\u003cdiv class\u003d\"blogger-post-footer\"\u003e\u003cimg width\u003d'1' height\u003d'1' src\u003d'https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5354815710644808420-1532913764619765356?l\u003dwww.angelpoetico.com' alt\u003d'' /\u003e\u003c/div\u003e"},"link":[{"rel":"replies","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/feeds/1532913764619765356/comments/default","title":"Enviar comentarios"},{"rel":"replies","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/03/el-teatro-de-la-vida.html#comment-form","title":"4 comentarios"},{"rel":"edit","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/1532913764619765356"},{"rel":"self","type":"application/atom+xml","href":"http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5354815710644808420/posts/default/1532913764619765356"},{"rel":"alternate","type":"text/html","href":"http://www.angelpoetico.com/2010/03/el-teatro-de-la-vida.html","title":"El teatro de la vida"}],"author":[{"name":{"$t":"Jorge Aussel"},"uri":{"$t":"http://www.blogger.com/profile/07808795656380721315"},"email":{"$t":"jorgeaussel@gmail.com"},"gd$extendedProperty":{"xmlns$gd":"http://schemas.google.com/g/2005","name":"OpenSocialUserId","value":"13940337024691670382"}}],"media$thumbnail":{"xmlns$media":"http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/","url":"http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q6Z9YsXivDo/S6uGURJ9duI/AAAAAAAACvg/d5AsfuzGcIA/s72-c/el+teatro+de+la+vida.png","height":"72","width":"72"},"thr$total":{"$t":"4"}}]}});