<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207303134314957453</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:05:38.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro de Mi</title><subtitle type='html'>" Sólo después que el último árbol haya sido cortado
sólo después de que el último río haya sido envenenado
sólo después que el último pez haya sido pescado
sólo entonces sabrás que el dinero no se puede comer ... "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5207303134314957453/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dentro de mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770303186542334718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207303134314957453.post-2250010652246838104</id><published>2009-07-06T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T14:04:08.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SlJmWxo5LWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_c0dBSPIX0w/s1600-h/canto+de+mujer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355455448364952930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SlJmWxo5LWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_c0dBSPIX0w/s320/canto+de+mujer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para olvidarme de ti&lt;br /&gt;voy a cultivar la tierra,&lt;br /&gt;en ella espero encontrar&lt;br /&gt;remedio para mis penas.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí plantaré el rosal&lt;br /&gt;de las espinas más gruesas,&lt;br /&gt;tendré lista la corona&lt;br /&gt;para cuando en mi te mueras.&lt;br /&gt;Para mi tristeza violeta azul,&lt;br /&gt;clavelina roja pa mi pasión&lt;br /&gt;y para saber si me correspondes&lt;br /&gt;deshojo un blanco manzanillón.&lt;br /&gt;Si me quierés mucho, poquito, nada,&lt;br /&gt;tranquilo queda mi corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Creciendo irán poco a poco&lt;br /&gt;los alegres pensamientos&lt;br /&gt;cuando ya estén florecidos&lt;br /&gt;irá lejos tu recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;De la flor de la amapola&lt;br /&gt;seré su mejor amiga,&lt;br /&gt;la pondré bajo la almohada&lt;br /&gt;para dormirme tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Cogollo de toronjil,&lt;br /&gt;cuando me aumentan las penas&lt;br /&gt;las flores de mi jardín&lt;br /&gt;han de ser mis enfermeras.&lt;br /&gt;Y si acaso yo me ausento&lt;br /&gt;antes que tú te arrepientas&lt;br /&gt;heredarás estas flores,&lt;br /&gt;ven a curarte con ellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5207303134314957453-2250010652246838104?l=milyteratura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/feeds/2250010652246838104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-olvidarme-de-ti-voy-cultivar-la.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5207303134314957453/posts/default/2250010652246838104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5207303134314957453/posts/default/2250010652246838104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/2009/07/para-olvidarme-de-ti-voy-cultivar-la.html' title=''/><author><name>Dentro de mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770303186542334718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SlJmWxo5LWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/_c0dBSPIX0w/s72-c/canto+de+mujer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207303134314957453.post-3385427442969727974</id><published>2009-06-13T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:17:56.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SjRriKrnQJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xy3Ua33jgho/s1600-h/P1270259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016892322627730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SjRriKrnQJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xy3Ua33jgho/s320/P1270259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En la vida hay tantas sorpresas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no tengo cartas sobre la mesa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensar en lo que será el futuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no me sirve de nada si no he aprendido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;del pasado, pero ya no doy más con &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;este presente que me envuelve, que me daña&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero nadie, nadie me entiende,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;parece que esperan que llegue a la muerte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin más sentimiento que la pena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin más expresión que el llanto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;es que nadie se ha dado cuenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que ese día no me parece lejano ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya me quedé sin la luz de mi escencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no tengo amistad en mi presencia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;me alejé del mundo sin más destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que la sabiduría &amp;amp; la paciencia .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5207303134314957453-3385427442969727974?l=milyteratura.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/feeds/3385427442969727974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-la-vida-hay-tantas-sorpresas-ya-no.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5207303134314957453/posts/default/3385427442969727974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5207303134314957453/posts/default/3385427442969727974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milyteratura.blogspot.com/2009/06/en-la-vida-hay-tantas-sorpresas-ya-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Dentro de mi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07770303186542334718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SjRriKrnQJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xy3Ua33jgho/s72-c/P1270259.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5207303134314957453.post-3867292320866320360</id><published>2009-06-11T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:04:01.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T6zIC5rXhtY/SjHFe4JFtBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bW_GoHJkMDo/s1600-h/P1270232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346271366922744850" style="FLOAT: right; 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